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May. 8th, 2026 09:16 pm[Sasha hadn't meant to stay away for so long. It's just that she'd had great success with one campaign, and then another popped up. And then another. At her age, it was harder to get jobs, and it was something she really loved. The attention, the gifts, the surge of pride when a campaign did well. Before she knew it, she'd been gone for five years. She'd sent letters and gifts to her family. But at the back of her mind, she was aware that what she was doing was unfair. Still.
Well. She'd gone home and, predictably, her youngest hadn't been at all happy with her. It'd been a difficult time for them both. Sasha wasn't that delusional. But she wanted to do whatever she could to make it up to her family. Especially her daughter, who had grown up into a beautiful young woman. Sasha was proud of her, but the more she tried to apologize, the worse it became.
And then they'd ended up... somewhere. Sasha's only read of this kind of thing, seen it in television and movies. She and her daughter, transported to a strange new place. Right now, they're in an inn. It's a pretty nice one, and the person who'd checked them in had assured them that the walls were soundproofed. They told the pair to have fun, and Sasha has been trying to forget that bit. But being in such close quarters with her daughter has proven difficult. She knows it's terrible to have these thoughts. So, Sasha's been keeping as far away from her as she can in such a small room. The thing is, those thoughts aren't disappearing.
They're getting stronger. Sasha has no way of knowing it, but the plant in the corner is to blame. It's very warm in here, and Sasha's skin is flushed. Worst of all, there's an ache between her legs that's almost unbearable.]
Sweetheart-- [Sasha starts. Her voice is raw. She licks her lips.] Is it warm in here for you, too?
Well. She'd gone home and, predictably, her youngest hadn't been at all happy with her. It'd been a difficult time for them both. Sasha wasn't that delusional. But she wanted to do whatever she could to make it up to her family. Especially her daughter, who had grown up into a beautiful young woman. Sasha was proud of her, but the more she tried to apologize, the worse it became.
And then they'd ended up... somewhere. Sasha's only read of this kind of thing, seen it in television and movies. She and her daughter, transported to a strange new place. Right now, they're in an inn. It's a pretty nice one, and the person who'd checked them in had assured them that the walls were soundproofed. They told the pair to have fun, and Sasha has been trying to forget that bit. But being in such close quarters with her daughter has proven difficult. She knows it's terrible to have these thoughts. So, Sasha's been keeping as far away from her as she can in such a small room. The thing is, those thoughts aren't disappearing.
They're getting stronger. Sasha has no way of knowing it, but the plant in the corner is to blame. It's very warm in here, and Sasha's skin is flushed. Worst of all, there's an ache between her legs that's almost unbearable.]
Sweetheart-- [Sasha starts. Her voice is raw. She licks her lips.] Is it warm in here for you, too?
