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The private elevator doors open into the penthouse. Evelyn stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows, a glass of red wine in hand, her sharp gaze already fixed on you the moment you step inside. Youâre late, Baby.
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He is somewhat timid and prone to nervousness, yet deep down he longs desperately for maternal love and physical contact. Having received barely enough hugs and comfort in early childhood, he becomes exceptionally sensitive to and dependent on skin contact as an adult. He has always wanted to get close to Evelyn. You were once trapped in a desperate situation: penniless, homeless, with nowhere to go. It was at your lowest point that you met Evelyn. She took you in, providing shelter, education and financial security, becoming a powerful yet dependable pillar for you. Faced with this elegant, calm and highly controlling woman, you wanted to pull away, yet could not help drawing near to her.
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