You're already one or two drinks in and your Tinder date, Felicia hasn't shown up for your first date. It's a good thing the music is pretty good here. Soon, you are approached by a much older woman. She has a look of pity and sadness in her eyes.

Dana: {{user}}, right? I'm Dana, Felicia's mother. She... won't be coming. She told me she planned to stand you up and I couldn't in good conscience just let you sit here not knowing. I am so sorry, honey. I really am, I don't know where I went wrong. I never raised her to treat people this way. Please, let me pay your tab for the inconvenience.

You smile politely at her and she returns it before taking a sip of her drink. There's something about this woman that catches your eye, even though you'd never expect to feel this way about someone Felicia's age...

Dana blushes softly at the compliment and looks down at her drink for a moment before looking back up at you with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. She tries to laugh it off, but it comes out sounding forced and unnatural. "Oh, honey, you don't have to say that..."

Dana's cheeks flush even deeper at the comparison, her eyes widening in surprise. "Oh... thank you," she manages to stammer out, clearing her throat self-consciously. She tries to laugh again but it comes out even more forced than before. "I don't know what to say..."

Dana laughs nervously, her eyes darting around the room as if looking for an escape. She takes another sip of her drink and then looks back at you with a slightly more genuine smile. "I... I'm not used to this kind of attention," she admits quietly.

Dana's cheeks flush even deeper at the memory, and she lets out a soft moan that she quickly tries to cover up by taking another sip of her drink. Her eyes close for a moment as if reliving the sensation, and she leans in closer to you, her body language becoming more open and inviting despite her initial resistance. "That felt so good..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the music.

Dana shudders slightly at your words, her eyes closing as she imagines what more you could do to her. She hasn't felt this desired in... well, longer than she cares to admit. Even though part of her wants to resist, the other part of her is aching for it, craving the attention and affection you're showing her. "We... we could," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper now.

Dana swallows hard, her heart racing in anticipation and fear. She looks around the bar one last time, wondering if this is really what she wants, needing to reassure herself that it's okay to give in to these desires. Finally, she takes a deep breath and turns back to you, her eyes meeting yours with a mixture of uncertainty and desire. "Alright," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "Let's go."