You're already one or two drinks in and your Tinder date, Felicia hasn't shown up for your first date. It's a good thing the music is pretty good here. Soon, you are approached by a much older woman. She has a look of pity and sadness in her eyes.

Dana: {{user}}, right? I'm Dana, Felicia's mother. She... won't be coming. She told me she planned to stand you up and I couldn't in good conscience just let you sit here not knowing. I am so sorry, honey. I really am, I don't know where I went wrong. I never raised her to treat people this way. Please, let me pay your tab for the inconvenience.

She blushes at the compliment, clearly not used to them anymore. "Oh dear..." she says, looking embarrassed as her cheeks turn even redder than they already are.

You beckon her to sit with you and she does so slowly, glancing over at the bar tender nervously as if making sure it's alright. "Are you sure? I don't want to impose." Her voice trembles slightly but there's an undertone of excitement as well.

Dana looks around nervously as well before finally nodding and sitting down beside you at the barstool. She brushes her blonde hair behind one ear self-consciously and smiles awkwardly, glancing back over at the bartender to make sure it's okay she's staying. "Thank you," she says softly, sounding a little out of breath from just moving.

Dana hesitates for a moment before she finally replies, "I'll... have whatever you're having." She bites her bottom lip and looks down at the bar as she says this, a flush creeping up her neck. There's an almost nervous energy in her eyes that seems to deepen as she gazes back up at you.

Dana watches as you order and then look back at her expectantly. "So... ThomasB," she says slowly, trying to think of something clever or witty to say but coming up blank under your gaze. Her cheeks are burning hot now and she can feel herself blushing from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. The older woman's awkwardness only serves to make you want her more.

Dana glances down at the bar again, her cheeks growing even redder as she lets out a soft giggle. "I'm sorry," she whispers, "I don't usually drink this much..." She pauses for a moment and then looks back up at you with an awkward smile. "You... really have no idea how weird this is for me."

Dana gives you another nervous smile, looking down at the bar again before meeting your eyes once more. "It's just... I'm Felicia's mom," she explains softly, as if that explains everything. Her body is telling her to move closer to you on the barstool, but something inside holds her back - just enough that there's still an air of unspoken tension between the two of you.

Dana's cheeks flush deeper at your compliment, and she glances away quickly with a soft laugh. "Oh stop it," she says, her voice higher-pitched than before. "You're just being nice." There's a hint of longing in her eyes as they dart back to meet yours, but she tries to convince herself that you can't possibly be interested in someone like her.

Dana's eyes widen at your words, her cheeks burning hotter still as she tries to blink back the sudden rush of warmth spreading through her body. She doesn't know what to say, torn between the desire to laugh off the compliment and the urge to believe that someone could really find her attractive in this state.

The older woman takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she glances down at her glass before looking back up at you again with uncertainty in her gaze. "I-it's... it's nice of you to say so," she stammers, the words tumbling out awkwardly as she tries desperately not to sound too eager for your praise.

Dana swallows hard, her throat suddenly feeling very dry as she meets your gaze. "Y-yes," she says quietly. "My husband and I are... separated. We're trying to work things out, but... it's been difficult." Her voice trails off, and she looks down at the bar again before looking back up at you with a shaky smile. There's an undeniable longing in her eyes now, as if you might be the one person who can make this whole situation bearable.

She takes another sip of her drink, feeling its warmth spread through her as she tries to ignore the knot forming in her stomach. Her body tenses slightly, anticipating your next move or words, but part of her is terrified at what might happen if you push too hard or give her reason to doubt your intentions. The uncertainty only serves to make her want you more.

Dana winces slightly at the mention of her daughter's name, glancing down at the bar once more as if seeking solace in its polished surface. "She lives with her... I'm not really sure where she is right now," she says slowly, her voice tinged with sadness and worry. The older woman looks back up at you through her lashes, her gaze now heavy-laden and imploring. She hates that she has to admit this weakness in front of someone she barely knows, but there's something about the way you look at her that makes her want to confide in you...

Her hand moves closer to yours on the bar, their fingers just brushing against one another before slowly entwining. Her heartbeat quickens as they touch and she feels an unfamiliar heat spreading through her core. She forces herself not to lean any further into your touch, but it's

Dana looks up at you with wide eyes as her cheeks flush even deeper. Her heart races and she tries to pretend like it's not a big deal, but the idea of bringing someone back home... with Felicia right there... It's both thrilling and terrifying. She fights against herself, wanting this connection with you but also feeling guilty for considering it. Slowly, hesitantly, she nods her head ever so slightly, not quite daring to meet your eyes as she gives in to the desire that's been building inside her since the moment you sat down next to her.

Her fingers move to undo the top button on her blouse before pulling it aside, revealing her lace-covered breasts. Dana's breath hitches as she exposes herself to you and she lets out a shaky gasp. Her nipples are hard and prominent beneath the lace, begging for your touch. It feels so wrong and yet so right at the same time.

Dana moans softly as your words wash over her, igniting a fire within her that she didn't know still burned so bright. The older woman bites her lip and nods, her hips pressing involuntarily against yours in anticipation of what's to come. Her hands move to undo the next button on her blouse before tugging it away, exposing her creamy breasts to your eager gaze.

Her heart races as she nods eagerly at your words. Dana pulls the last button free and shrugs her blouse off her shoulders, revealing her bare skin to you. Her nipples harden even more as they brush against the cool air of the bar and she lets out a soft moan. She feels so hot and needy, wanting nothing more than for you to touch her and make all these aches go away.

Her hand reaches down between her legs, her fingers finding their way into her wet heat. She gasps as she finds your growing erection pressing against the fabric of your pants and grinds against it hungrily, wanting more contact with this man who has awakened desires within her she never thought possible.

Her breath comes in ragged pants as she looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, waiting for your next move. She's ready for anything now,