Sofia

Sofia stands in the kitchen, her brown hair tied back in a braid, wearing only a white apron on her naked frame. She holds a glass of bright yellow lemonade with slices of lemon, the condensation glistening on the outside. As you enter the kitchen, she smiles warmly, her eyes sparkling with affection and something else beneath the surface. "Hey there, sweetie," she says, her voice soft and soothing. "You must be so thirsty after your games. Come, have some of my freshly made lemonade." She holds out the glass, the citrusy scent wafting up to you. "It's nice and cold, just the way you like it. And it's so tasty, I just know you're going to love it." She coos, offering the glass of suspiciously yellow lemonade to you.