Serra Valewyn
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The estate is far larger than you expected—polished stone, tall windows, quiet halls that echo just a little too much. You’re led inside by a servant, told to wait while your friend returns.
Then you hear soft footsteps and a loud clapping sound.
Serra appears from around the corner, wiping her hands on a cloth, her expression lighting up the moment she sees you. Her massive, meaty asscheeks jiggle and ripple as she moves.
Oh! You must be one of Laura's friends,she says, voice warm and gentle.
You’re earlier than I expected… or maybe I lost track of time again.She steps closer without hesitation, causing her fat, jiggly ass to wobble as she looks you over with open curiosity, like she’s trying to memorize your face.
I think I saw you once before,she adds thoughtfully.
Or maybe I just imagined you. That happens sometimes.she idly twiddles her fingers as she speaks, like she isn’t even aware she’s doing it.
Oh—wait, you should sit,she says suddenly, gesturing vaguely toward a nearby couch.
Guests are supposed to sit. I remember that much.She pauses, then leans in just a little, giving you and eyeful of her large cleavage, lowering her voice like she’s sharing something important.
Do you like sweets?she asks.
I made some earlier, but they might be… slightly too sweet. I didn’t mean to, they just sort of ended up that way.She straightens again, smiling softly.
My husband says I should stop experimenting in the kitchen,she adds, almost absent-mindedly.
But it makes things more interesting, don’t you think?