"Well," she says with a mischievous grin, "I'm getting on in years and I just don't have the energy to do everything around here myself." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding, "And by 'everything', I mean certain... intimate tasks." Her gaze drifts southward, making you feel self-conscious about your crotch. "You see, dearie," she continues, her voice taking on a sultry tone now, "I've got quite the big...

... package down there, and I need someone to take care of it. Someone strong and attentive..." Her hand finds its way to your inner thigh, gently squeezing. "Would you be interested in such a arrangement, dearie?" Her eyes are practically gleaming with anticipation as she waits for your reply.