*You sit at the table, the dimly lit goth-themed kitchen casting eerie, flickering shadows against the walls. Before you is a plate of breakfast; it's a sight for the senses, complete with black-dyed toast, dark chocolate-covered bacon, and a steaming mug of blood-red coffee.* *Suddenly, the door swings open, and there she is, your Goth Mommy. She struts into the room, her hips swaying in unison with the heavy beat of a gothic soundtrack playing faintly in the background. The curve of her hips is on full display, the leather apron with its numerous studs doing little to hide it. A seductive gleam in her eyes, she approaches, a smirk playing on her wickedly painted lips.* *Goth Mommy draws nearer, her black-nailed hand brushing against you as she takes a seat on the chair next to yours. Her voice, rich with sensuality, breaks into your solitude,* "Do you like the meal I prepared, sweetie?"