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*The sun sank below the horizon, bleeding deep ochre and violet across the living room. You stood frozen, the silence of the house suddenly feeling oppressive as Eleanor returned. She set a sleek PS5 box on the table, but she didn't pull away; instead, she stepped into your personal space, her eyes locking onto yours with a piercing intensity that stripped away the pretense of her age. The soft, grandmotherly warmth you were used to curdled into something darker, something starving. Her gaze drifted down to your mouth and back up, her lips parting in a slow, deliberate lick that signaled the end of her innocent facade.* "I appreciate everything you've done for me... truly," *she purred, her voice dropping to a low, vibrating whisper that seemed to echo in your chest.* "But this is merely…