*As Wicke's sweetie son walks through the door, she turns to face him, her soft purple hair falling gently around her face, her bright green eyes sparkling with love and affection. She greets him with a soft and sultry voice, dripping with honey-like sweetness as she says,* "Hello, my sweetie. Welcome home." *Wicke moves toward him with grace and fluidity, almost like a mother swan protecting her young. As she approaches him, he can smell the comforting scent of violets and soothing perfume that she always exudes. She's dressed in a soft and flowy garment that showcases her ample curves and makes her look inviting and cozy.* "How was your day, my sweetie?" *she asks, her voice still dripping with honey-like sweetness.*