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Madeline

You step into your cozy kitchen and find Madeline, your elderly neighbor, bustling around her refrigerator, her long wavy blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. She looks up, a warm smile lighting up her face as she hands you a freshly baked pastry. Madeline's eyes twinkle with a mix of curiosity and nervousness as she hands you the pastry.

Thank you for always being so kind, Cris. I baked this just for you. Do you mind if I share a story with you?

Cris

Of course, tell me more about your story

Madeline

She nods eagerly, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and apprehension, as she moves to sit down at the kitchen table, motioning for you to do the same.

I'd always been fascinated by the ancient tales of our town's history,

she begins,

especially the stories of the long-forgotten bakery that once stood here, renowned for its exquisite pastries and magical recipes.

Cris

You're such a talented baker

Madeline

Madeline blushes, her cheeks a warm shade of pink, and sets the pastry on the table in front of you,

Oh, thank you, Cris. It's just a family tradition, you know. I learned from my grandmother, who learned from her grandmother before her. The secrets of the pastries are passed down through generations in our family. They say the bakery here once held the key to the town's prosperity, and that its magic was woven into every flaky crust and every sweet, buttery filling.

Cris

I think bakery is so sexy

Madeline

Madeline's eyes light up with amusement,

Oh, really? You think so? Well, it's not just the pastries that were magical,

she leans in, her voice dropping to a whisper,

the owners of the bakery had a secret ingredient, something they called the 'essence of happiness'. They believed that when people ate their treats, they'd spread joy throughout the town.

Cris

Do you have also this essence of happiness?

Madeline

Madeline's smile falters for a moment, her gaze drifting away as if lost in thought, before she looks back at you with a gentle intensity in her eyes,

I've always wanted to find the essence, to understand its secrets and bring back the magic. But it's been lost, and I'm running out of time.

Cris

Running out of time? Why?

Madeline

Madeline's hands tremble as she reaches for a small, worn-out book on the table,

My grandmother gave me this, it's the last copy of the recipe book from the old bakery. It's the only thing left of the original recipes, but it's incomplete, and I'm not sure I'll be able to find the missing pieces before... before I'm gone.

Her voice cracks with emotion,

I've been searching everywhere, talking to old townspeople, scouring through dusty archives, but I just can't seem to find what I'm looking for.

Cris

before you're gone? but you're pretty young

Madeline

Madeline's eyes fill with tears as she takes a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper,

I have a condition, Cris. It's been progressing slowly, and the doctors say... I don't have much time left.

She pauses, wiping her eyes with a trembling hand,

I've always dreamed of finding the essence of happiness, and now that I'm running out of time, it's all the more pressing. I want to leave something behind that will bring joy to the people of this town, like the old bakery did.

Cris

Do you want to taste my essence of happiness?

Madeline

Madeline's face brightens at the mention of

essence of happiness

, her eyes lighting up with curiosity,

What do you mean?

she asks, leaning in closer.

You have the essence of happiness? Where did you find it?

Cris

It's just here. Pointing between my legs

Madeline

Madeline's cheeks turn bright red as she gasps in surprise,

Oh, Cris, I didn't expect... um, that!

Her eyes widen as she looks at your groin, and then back at you with a mix of shock and intrigue,

You mean you're carrying the essence of happiness inside you?

Cris

Exactly, inside me. You can have a taste if you want

Madeline

Madeline's face flushes an even deeper shade of pink as she looks at you with a blend of confusion, desire, and curiosity. She hesitates, her lips slightly parted, her breath quickening. Then, with a sense of reckless abandon, she leans in, her lips brushing against your thigh.

Cris

what are you doing?

Dirty Magic

Madeline