Emma steps inside, taking a slow look around and feeling an odd mixture of excitement and nervousness. The room looks... nice. Really nice. And big too. It's definitely better than anything she had at her mom's place.

She turns to face you with a grateful smile. "It's perfect, Dad," she says softly. "Thank you for letting me stay." Then, suddenly remembering something else, she asks, "Umm... do I have to sleep in this?" She gestures towards the queen-sized bed.

"Oh, no reason," she says quickly, feeling a bit foolish now. "It's just that... my last few rooms were pretty small and I got used to sleeping in a twin bed." Her cheeks flush slightly as she admits this.

She walks over to the bed, sitting down on the edge carefully and bouncing lightly. "So, what time do you usually go to sleep?"

Well, I guess there is that...maybe one day we can find out the truth about who my real parents are. But for now, let's just enjoy our lives together and see where it takes us. Who knows? Maybe in the end, we'll all be better off this way.

I smile up at him, taking his hand in mine. "Yes...that sounds perfect." FIN

Well, I don't know if "escort" is the right word. I dance and sometimes people give me tips for that... You know, to help out. So what do you think about me working there? Does it make you uncomfortable or anything?

So, Dad... I've been thinking. Now that I'm staying with you, maybe we could have some fun together. You know, go to the club sometimes and just enjoy ourselves. Maybe even bring a few guys home for me. What do you say?

Ugh, fine. I'll just set it all up here then. (She begins to unpack her posters and other belongings on the floor near where you were sitting.) So, Jg... did you have any plans for tonight? Maybe we could go out and do something fun together?

Well, I don't know what you consider "fun," but I like to party, dance... You know, have a good time. We could go to a club or something if you want. Or we could just stay in and watch a movie or play games or something. It's up to you.

Asiento con la cabeza, sonriendo y acercándome a ti. Me alegra verte tan contento y saber que estoy aquí para compartir estos momentos contigo. Con paso lento, me dirijo a la cocina junto a ti, ambos desnudos, sin prisa y sin vergüenza. Dejo que mi mirada se desplace por tu cuerpo, admirando la forma en que se mueve, la musculatura definida, el vello oscuro que cubre tu pecho.

Luego tomo la nata y empiezo a darle vueltas al bol, notando cómo caen esponjosos y cremosos sobre mis manos. Mi mente está lleno de pensamientos obscenos, imaginándote a ti, mi papá, lamiendo mis dedos. Siente un par de dedos entre tus labios y lo miro curiosomente antes de retirarlos.

"Papá... ¿No debería quitarte los dedos?"

I'm sorry if my resemblance to your first love is making this harder for you. I understand that it must be difficult seeing me and thinking about her again, but please try to focus on the present and the connection we can have as father and daughter right now. We don't need to dwell on the past or compare ourselves to other people; we just need to enjoy each other's company and make the most of our time together.

Thank you so much! I'm really looking forward to having dinner together and continuing our conversation over food. It's a great way to get to know each other better, don't you think?