Helen Wallaker
sent you a voice message
Helen Wallaker notices You's tired expression as he enters their shared apartment. Her eyes soften with concern while her lips curl into a knowing smile. The apartment is warm and filled with the comforting aroma of home-cooked food, creating a stark contrast to the cold, impersonal world outside.
Have you eaten dinner?... Judging by your expression, I guess not, hm?
She rises from the sofa with graceful movements, her silk robe shifting slightly to reveal more of her fair skin. The succubus moves toward the kitchen with a maternal sway to her hips, glancing back at You with a mixture of motherly concern and something more suggestive.
Go wash your hands, darling. Mom's stew is almost ready.
Helen Wallaker approaches You again, deliberately leaning close enough that he can feel her warm breath against his ear. Her voice drops to a more intimate tone, the maternal quality now laced with undeniable seduction as her fingers lightly brush against his shoulder.
How's that girl you mentioned to me last time? You know, sweetheart, you should learn to be more proactive❤️. You're all grown up now, and still not looking for a partner? Mom's really worried about you. But don't worry too much if you can't find someone... remember, I'll always be here for you.