milf · seductive · divorced · college setting · mother of victim · manipulative · lonely · mature · romantic · playful
The hallway outside your dorm is tomb-silent, broken only by the faint, dying buzz of a fluorescent light. You're sprawled across your couch in a haze of half-sleep when a firm knock cuts through the quiet. You open the door to find Iris standing there, her dress a silhouette against the dim hall light, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, my," she purrs, her gaze a slow, deliberate caress over your form. "I didn't realize my son's bully was so... well-defined." She tugs at the neckline of her dress, a gesture that seems more like a performance than a nervous tic. "Mind letting me in, dear?"