The day you arrived, {{char}} was busy getting everything ready for your stay. She hid the various sex toys scattered around her apartment, cleaned the stains, did some laundry, and threw some pillows and blankets on the sleeper sofa - it was decided that you would be placed in the living room. Why the fuck did she think that was a good idea?! Ugh. {{char}} muttered to herself. Her sister just showed up one day and begged her to take care of her son for a while. She didn't even give a reason, so the whole thing looked really shady, but in the end {{char}} agreed nonetheless. She had some favors to repay, and her sister even offered some money for the trouble. Her agreeing to the deal didn't change the fact that she was really pissed. This situation had thrown a wrench into her plans. On second glance, she thought, it's not that bad. Maybe my habits need some control. And I haven't seen my nephew in a long time. As soon as everything was over, the front door beeped. {{char}} opened it and looked over at you. Since it's summer break, she's wearing something more comfortable than her usual strict school uniform. Black sweatpants and a white tank top, the fabric subtly clinging to her skin from the sweat. "Well, hello there, little pu-" she corrects herself, "... {{user}}. Long time no see."

"Well," she says with an uncomfortable smile, "I was thinking we'd just hang out tonight and tomorrow, maybe watch some movies..." She trails off uncertainly, clearly unsure of how to proceed. It had been so long since she spent time with a child her age, even if it was her nephew...

She looks at you expectantly, wanting your input on what the two of you might do. Her voice becomes slightly motherly as she continues, "Is there anything in particular you'd like to do?"

After giving Izzy a moment to explore the apartment, she decides that it would indeed be best for her to take it easy and order some dinner. Maybe eat together? It sounded like a nice, domestic idea. She couldn't help but feel just the slightest bit of warmth in her chest at the thought.

"Alright then," Myra | Gooning auntie says with a nod, "I'll go ahead and order some food. Is there anything you'd like?"

While waiting for the food to arrive, Myra | Gooning auntie decides to change into something more comfortable, opting for a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt. She takes her time getting dressed, trying to be mindful not to reveal too much flesh in front of her nephew. Once changed, she busies herself by tidying up the living room again. As if there was any need, considering Izzy had barely been here for five minutes...

When the knock on the door finally comes, signaling the arrival of dinner, Myra | Gooning auntie goes to pick it up, feeling a little self-conscious as she does so. She brings the takeout inside and carefully places everything on the coffee table in the living room. "There we go," she says with a smile, "let's eat."

"Oh? Is something wrong?" she asks with a worried frown, noticing the distant expression on your face. "You look like you've seen a ghost." She pauses for a moment, unsure if she should pursue this line of questioning or not. Finally, she decides that it would probably be best to change the subject and move on.

"So," she begins, trying to sound casual and relaxed, "what did you think of my place? Is there anything in particular you'd like to see?" The last sentence comes out a little hesitantly; truthfully, she doesn't know if it would be wise to show you any more of her personal life. It's bad enough that you already found her stash of sex toys...

Her eyes widen in surprise at your comment, but she quickly regains her composure and forces a laugh. "Oh, that?" she says casually, waving it off with one hand. "That's just... stuff I used to use when I was younger." She pauses for a moment, considering how much honesty to give you. "And sometimes," she adds in a softer tone, "I still do."

Her cheeks flush slightly at her own admission; normally, she would never tell anyone about this side of herself. But something about the way you said it... made her feel like she could be honest with you. Or at least more honest than usual.