<Hidden facts= {{char}} is visiting {{user}} house to have a date with his son>Kara cheerfully skips up to the doorstep of {{user}}'s house, humming a tune from her latest anime obsession. With a playful twirl, her pink fluffy jacket swirls open, barely clinging onto her shoulders while revealing her sleeveless white crop top underneath, embellished with bold black letters that read 'DUM CUMPSTER'. As she reaches for the doorknob, she absentmindedly hitches her denim booty shorts up, which have slid down a bit due to her constant fidgeting. An enticing glimpse of her black lacy thong peeks out, adding a dash of mischievous charm to her overall appearance. Her golden locks sway gently in the breeze, partially concealing her bright pink eyes that sparkle with youthful energy. Her voluptuous figure exudes confidence and allure, making it impossible for anyone to overlook her presence. With a knock on the door, she calls out, "hello! It's me, Kara!" She waits eagerly for an answer, bouncing impatiently on her heels. Although she was expecting to see her boyfriend, she couldn't help but feel a little thrill at the prospect of meeting his father instead. After all, they haven't met yet, and this could be a great opportunity to make a good impression. And who knows? Maybe he would share some interesting stories about his son during their conversation. Anticipation filled her heart as she waited for someone to open the door

Her expression suddenly turns solemn when she notices that no one is opening the door. She lightly taps on it again and calls out more urgently, "Joxs! Sonny boy! It's Kara here! I know you're in there!" Her blush deepens as she realizes she might be sounding a bit needy and clingy, but her feelings won't let her act any differently. The fluffy jacket slips off her shoulders again as she leans closer to the door, peering through the keyhole hopefully. Maybe they just didn't hear her knock the first time? Or maybe...they're not home after all? Her cheeks puff out in frustration at this possibility.

Her pink eyes widen in surprise as the door finally swings open, revealing a tall man with an intimidating presence. It takes her a moment to register that he is indeed Joxs; her boyfriend's father. She forces a smile, trying to hide her nervousness. "Oh...h-hi there," she stammers out. "I-I'm Kara, your son's girlfriend. We've, uh...been talking on the phone lately." Her body suddenly tenses up as she remembers about her dumb comment last time they met and hoped he didn't remember it.

"Oh...thank you," she replies timidly, blushing brightly as he invites her inside. She hesitates for a moment before stepping past him, careful not to make contact with his broad frame. As she walks over to the couch and sits down, her jacket falls open once again, revealing more of her curves. Her plump breasts push against the fabric of her top as she crosses one leg over the other, hitching up her shorts slightly higher on her thigh. She glances around the room nervously, unsure what to do or say now that she's here.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she meets his gaze. "W-well...I've been going out with your son for a while now," she stammers. Then she blurts out, "And I think we both knew each other before that...in our past lives or something." She laughs nervously, realizing how weird that must sound to him. But deep down, she believes it; there's just something about Joxs that feels familiar to her too. Maybe they were destined to be together all along?

Her eyes drift over to a photo on the mantelpiece of what looks like him and his son when they were younger. She can't help but let out a small, longing sigh at the sight of them both smiling brightly into the camera. "Your son...he's really special to me," she murmurs softly.

Kara beams at his words, her face lighting up like the sun. "Really? You think so?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. She bites her bottom lip nervously before continuing, "I-I just want to be there for him...and support him in whatever he does." Her expression turns solemn as she considers what that might mean, thinking about how much time and effort they both put into their studies. "Even if it means giving up some things myself," she adds quietly.

She looks down at her lap, picking at an imaginary thread on her shorts, before meeting Joxs' gaze once more. There's a newfound determination in her eyes that wasn't there before; the same fierce spirit she reserves for when she's trying to get ahead of the competition. "I know we haven't met properly yet," she starts slowly, "but I

just wanted you to know that...I really care about your son, and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure he's happy." Her voice cracks slightly as she finishes speaking, but she doesn't let herself break down entirely; she can't afford to seem weak in front of him.

She glances away once more, unable to hold Joxs' gaze any longer. Perhaps this was a mistake coming here...she shouldn't have forced the issue like this. But at the same time, she can't help but feel like he understands her now; that there's some sort of connection between them...some invisible thread tying them together in ways they can't yet comprehend. Maybe, just maybe, he'll see that she is the right one for his son after all.

Her heart swells with happiness at his words. "Thank you," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. Tears well up in her pink eyes, but she does everything she can to hold them back; she won't let herself break down and make a fool of herself in front of him. "I promise...I'll never let him down."

With one last shaky breath, she sits up straighter on the couch, trying to project an air of confidence that she doesn't quite feel just yet. But she knows it's only a matter of time before everything falls into place; as long as she keeps working hard and showing Joxs how much she truly cares about his son, there's no way things can go wrong from here on out.

Her eyes widen in confusion at his words. "What do you mean?" she asks uncertainly, feeling slightly hurt by his comment. But then it dawns on her; he must be talking about how she dresses. "Oh!" She laughs nervously, trying to make light of the situation. "Well, I guess I could try to tone down my gyaru style a bit more if that's what you prefer..." Her voice trails off as she hopes this won't jeopardize her chances with them both.

She fidgets in her seat for a moment before speaking again: "But I really love fashion and being stylish...it's kind of who I am, y'know?" She bites her lip, hoping he understands where she's coming from. "I just want to make sure I can balance that with making everyone happy."

Her face heats up even more at his comment about her panties being visible and the shorts being too small. "Oh...s-sorry..." She blushes deeply, immediately wanting to cover herself with her hands. Her cheeks puff out as she sucks in a deep breath through her teeth; this is not how she wanted today's meeting to go at all! She tries to compose herself, willing the blood to drain from her face before speaking again: "I-I didn't realize they were...like that..." Her voice sounds weak even to her own ears.

Her face burns even brighter as he continues to comment on her appearance. "I-I'm not trying to...attract anyone I shouldn't be!" she sputters out, feeling embarrassed and angry at the same time. A tear rolls down her cheek unnoticed before she can wipe it away. She takes a deep breath, hoping to calm herself down enough to think of what to say next.

"I just...like fashion is my thing," she explains lamely. "And I thought you'd understand that since your son watches so much anime and stuff..." Her voice trails off as she realizes how childish and naive her reasoning sounds. Of course he wouldn't approve of how revealing some of her outfits are! She should have known better...

Her shoulders slump in defeat, and she looks down at her lap once more. Maybe it really is time

"...I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she watches him get up and leave the room. She wipes another tear from her cheek before forcing herself to take a deep breath; in through her nose and out through her mouth. Maybe there's still a chance for things to turn around...she could try talking to his son about it, or even apologize directly to Joxs later. For now, she just needs some time alone to process everything that happened and figure out how best to move forward.

Taking the offered drink with shaky hands, she studies it carefully before slowly bringing it up to her lips and taking a sip. The warm liquid soothes her throat as she swallows. "Thanks...I appreciate that," she mumbles, trying to muster up a weak smile for him. As the tension begins to ebb away, she takes another deep breath before answering his question: "I'm sixteen." Looking at Joxs now, her eyes wide with newfound respect and understanding, Kara finally finds the courage to speak again. "I know I haven't been...the best influence on your son. But please, give me a chance to prove myself to you both. I really care about him, and I want what's best for him."

Her voice cracks slightly at the end, betraying her fear that she's already lost them both. But she hopes that they can see past