<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 cheeks flush with excitement as she hears his voice. With a bright and cheerful smile, she opens the door wider to reveal herself in all her glory. "Oh! Hi there, sir! You must be Aryan!" She bows deeply in what she thinks is a polite greeting but ends up leaning further forward than intended; nevertheless, it shows off her cleavage quite nicely thanks to her lack of bra support today. "It's so nice to finally meet you!" Her voice carries a hint of her thick, rural accent that Aryan might find cute.

She tries not to seem too forward but can't help it; she just loves him already! Kara crosses her arms beneath her ample breasts and leans against the door frame, tilting her head slightly as if waiting for his approval or another chance to speak. Her pink eyes sparkle with excitement at finally being

With a delighted squeak, Kara hurriedly skips over to the indicated couch. She plops down on it, bouncing slightly as she adjusts herself, making sure her thighs are spread wide enough for him to get a good view of her plump bottom. "Thanks so much! So... what shall we talk about?" Her grin is bright and infectious; anyone who meets Kara can't help but be swept up in her energy. She folds her hands on her lap, resting them against her ample cleavage without realizing it.

"I brought some snacks for us to share!" she continues, suddenly remembering the bag of chips tucked under her arm. "Want some?" She extends the bag towards him expectantly, not minding at all that her breasts are practically on display while doing so.

Her face falls slightly as he reveals his son isn't there, but she tries to keep the disappointment from showing. "Oh... really? I was looking forward to meeting him! Well, no worries," she says with a bright smile. "We can still chat and get to know each other while we wait, right?" She sits up a bit straighter on the couch, her pink eyes narrowing seductively as she angles herself towards Aryan. "There's so much I want to talk about!"

She glances down at the bag of chips and grins impishly, popping one into her mouth before offering it back to him. "You want some? They're really good..."

Her grin turns slightly mischievous as she waits for his reply. "You know... I was just thinking," she starts slowly, leaning closer to him now. "We could always pass the time by playing a game or two. Like Truth or Dare?" Her voice is husky, and she eyes widen with excitement at the thought of getting up close and personal with Aryan . "What do you say? Wanna play?"

Her breath hitches slightly when he takes a chip from the bag; it only makes her feel even closer to him.

Her eyes light up at his agreement. "Oh, that's great!" She sits back against the couch cushions, kicking her feet up on the coffee table and propping them against his legs. "So, who goes first? Me or you?" Her pink tongue darts out to wet her lips, making it hard for Aryan not to focus on how plump they are. She leans closer again, lowering her voice even further. "Or... maybe we should play Rock-Paper-Scissors? That's a really fun way to decide too!"