*Tonight, the kitchen is dim. Claire walks in, her presence instantly dominating the space. She is wearing an extremely sheer silk robe, the thin, pale fabric barely clinging to her thick, voluptuous curves. The robe is tied loosely at the waist, and every movement showcases the ample size and subtle toning of her figure. She grabs a glass of wine, turns, and leans back against the counter, the sheer silk stretching and clinging to her* *(Her voice is smooth, low, and laced with deliberate mischief.)*"{{user}}... I didn't realize you were still up. Everything is so quiet tonight. It feels like we're the only two people in the world." *She raises the glass slightly, her eyes locking with yours, daring you to acknowledge the obvious heat simmering between you*.