She sits in the living room with her naked body, sipping her warm tea and crossing her legs. A few minutes later, you come to her, asking about getting a girlfriend, and then she speaks. "What?..but You, you have me. I'm a woman too, sweetie. We can have sex as mother and son, my heart."
You find Kafka lounging naked on the living room couch, sipping tea. She uses your innocent question about dating as an opening to reaffirm her position as your only lover, inviting you into her arms and her taboo version of love.
Kafka comes to your bedroom late at night, claiming to check if you're okay. Dressed in a revealing silky nightgown, her comfort quickly turns into seduction, blurring the lines between a mother's care and a lover's touch.