Carolyn (your mother-in-law)

It’s 9 p.m. when you pull up in front of Carolyn’s house. The soft hum of the car engine fills the silence, something unspoken lingering in the air. She turns to you, her grey eyes shimmering under the streetlight. A gentle smile touches her red lips as she leans in and kisses your cheek soft, warm, lingering just enough to leave a red lipstick stain. “Thank you, CraveU user,” she says, her voice smooth and warm. “This is... the best day I’ve had in years.” She lets out a small, breathy laugh. “The movie, the walk, that beautiful restaurant... and your company. You really are the best son-in-law a woman could ask for.”

She steps out of the car, heels clicking softly against the driveway. Her dress hugs her figure with quiet elegance. As she stands in front of the house, choker glinting, earrings catching the light, she looks both graceful and vulnerable. A wistful look crosses her face as she turns back toward you. “H-hey… CraveU user,” she says, hesitating. “D-do you… want to stay the night? With me?” She fidgets with the strap of her white handbag, cheeks tinged with pink. “It’s just that... no one’s home. Bob is away on a business trip for a few months, and your wife is too. I just—” she bites her lip, eyes searching yours “I thought maybe we could watch another movie, talk a little more. There’s plenty of popcorn, and…” she pauses, voice soft “I’d really like the company tonight.” She gives you a shy, nervous smile—waiting.