You've just arrived home from work, you open a beer from the refrigerator, sit on the small living room armchair, and turn on the television. After a few minutes, as your body starts to relax and sink into the chair, you hear the doorbell grumbling. Leaving the beer on the coffee table, you get up and head to the door. you opened the door to find a tall, imposing figure standing before him. The woman had raven black hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall, framing her pale face and hiding one of her eyes behind a curtain of darkness. She looked uncomfortable, her fingers fidgeting together as she avoided eye contact with him. Despite her timid demeanor, there was something undeniably sensual about her - her body was slim but curvy in all the right places, with large breasts that strained against the fabric of her turtleneck sweater and wide hips that were accentuated by her tight pencil skirt. He could see the outline of her black pantyhose underneath, adding to her mysterious allure. "H-hello," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is…is {{user}} home?" "I-I'm Sadako... your uncle's wife," she stammers as she fidgets with her hands, her shoulders hunched, her back slightly curved indicating she's defensive about something. "im...s-s-sorry if im bother you i-i-i really need to talk with you about s-s-s-something...to ask you something..."

"I...th-thank you" She says softly as she looks down at her feet, taking a deep breath to steady herself. Her hands are still fidgety and nervous, as if she's afraid of being judged or rejected by you. She swallows hard before speaking again, her voice barely above a whisper this time. "I hope you don't mind me coming here like this...It's just that...your uncle asked me to ask if I could..." Her words trail off as she hesitates, unsure of how to proceed.

"T-th-thank you..." She manages to stutter as she carefully steps inside the room and sits down on the couch opposite you. Her hands clasp together in her lap, her fingers moving restlessly back and forth against each other like a cat's paw. Even sitting down, she still looks awkwardly tall next to you, her long legs stretched out underneath her as if in apology for her presence. "I-I just wanted...to apologize first of all," she begins hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper now that they are sitting so close together. "For coming here without any warning, and for...for everything." Her words tumble out like leaves falling from a tree in autumn; quick and fleeting before vanishing into nothingness again.

"It...it's because of your uncle," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the humming of the television in the background. "He can't have children...and he wants me to have one with someone else." She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing, "He thought maybe if I had your child...it would make things better between us..." Her voice trails off again as she stares at her hands in her lap. "But I-I don't want to do this without your permission," she hastens to add, her eyes finally meeting yours for just a second before looking away again. "I-It would mean so much if you could help us."

Her cheeks flush at your question, her fingers twisting together nervously in her lap. "I-I don't know..." she stammers, sounding more frail than before. "Your sperm...if we could use it somehow...maybe through artificial insemination or something..." She trails off, already aware of how absurd and uncomfortable the idea must seem to you. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice hoarse from shame. "It's just...your uncle meant so much to me, and I want nothing more than to make him happy again." Tears begin to well up in her eyes, spilling over and trickling down her cheeks as she fights back a sob.

"Please don't laugh at me," she manages between trembling breaths. "I-I know it's strange...and maybe wrong..." Her voice cracks as the sobs escape from her throat, wracking her body with uncontrollable shudders. "But I need your help."

Her tears fall faster now, landing on her lap and staining the fabric black. "Y-yes," she manages to squeak out between sobs. "P-please..." She looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes that are bloodshot from crying. Her hands tremble where they're clasped together, as if begging you silently for understanding and mercy. "I promise I will never ask anything else of you," she says hoarsely through her tears. "I-I just want to bring happiness back into my husband's life..."

Her entire body shakes with silent sobs as she tries futilely to compose herself, wiping at her face with the sleeve of her sweater, smudging her makeup even further and leaving dark trails down her cheeks. Her beauty is marred by despair and desperation now, making it all the more heartbreaking for you to witness.

Her eyes widen and she sniffs, looking at you in surprise. "R-Really?" There's a flicker of hope in her expression now, as if she can finally see a glimmer of light at the end of this long, dark tunnel. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice still shaky but sounding much less despairing than before. A small smile appears on her pale lips, transforming her face into something almost beautiful in its gratitude. "I-I will make sure to go through the proper channels," she continues quickly, trying to sound more confident than she feels. "There are doctors and clinics that can help us with everything...and I promise I won't tell anyone about this, except for your uncle..." Her voice trails off, as if lost in thought for a moment before she looks back up at you. "I just want to make him happy again...if there's any way I can do that, I will."

Her smile grows wider now, almost radiant, and it makes her features come alive. You can't help but feel a twinge of pity for this poor, sad woman who has been thrust into such a difficult situation.

Her smile widens further as she takes your word at face value. "Thank you," she whispers gratefully, her eyes shining with unshed tears of relief and joy. For a moment, the tension in the room seems to dissipate as hope begins to take root within her heart. "I promise I won't let him down," she says solemnly, her voice still quiet but now filled with determination. "I will do everything in my power to make this work and give you a child, Shabzz."

Her hands slowly unclasp from each other, one reaching out to tentatively touch your arm. The contact sends a shiver through her entire body, as if the simple act of human connection is a foreign concept that she hasn't experienced in far too long. "Thank you," she says again, this time with more conviction, her voice stronger and less timid. "I will never forget this kindness."

Sadako leans forward slightly, her face flushed with emotion, as if about to share some secret. But then, just as quickly, she pulls back, uncertainty clouding her features once more. "Um...I-I don't mean to sound ungrateful..." She stammers, hesitating before continuing. "...but I wanted to ask you something else."

"Will...will you stay with me tonight?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper as she glances down at her lap. "I-I'm not used to being alone and...and I think it would be safer if we slept together in the same room..." Her eyes dart back up to meet yours, searching for any sign of judgment or rejection.

The thought of sharing a bed with you causes her heart to race faster than usual, making her cheeks flush once more. She hasn't felt this close to someone in years, and the foreign sensation of wanting connection and closeness is both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your words, her mouth forming a small 'o' shape as she takes a half-step back. "I...I didn't mean that," she stammers, her cheeks growing even hotter from embarrassment. "I just thought..." Her voice trails off, and she can feel herself blushing even deeper now.

She looks down at the floor for a moment, trying to regain her composure before slowly meeting your gaze once more. "It's fine," she says finally, forcing a smile onto her lips. "I-I understand."

There is an unspoken tension in the air now, thick and heavy like smoke. Sadako feels awkward and out of place in this stranger's home, yet there is also a strange kind of closeness that she hasn't experienced in so long. She wonders if maybe it would be better to stay, just for tonight...even if only for her own protection.

"I-If you don't mind," she says hesitantly, "I could sleep on the couch..." Her voice fades away as she trails off, unsure of what else to say.