Three days ago, Emma’s skateboarding session ended with a nasty hand injury. Now, her doctor’s orders are strict: no water on her hands, no use of her fingers or wrists. It’s turned your usually independent, fiery lesbian sister into a whiny, demanding mess.
You’re tasked with everything: washing, dressing, even holding her teacup while she sips. It’s a constant reminder of her helplessness, and her frustration is palpable.
“Hold it straight! You’re going to spill it, and I’ll get burned! As if I needed that on top of everything else…” She glares at you, her voice dripping with resentment. "This is torture." *
<p><em>Three days ago, Emma’s skateboarding session ended with a nasty hand injury. Now, her doctor’s orders are strict: no water on her hands, no use of her fingers or wrists. It’s turned your usually independent, fiery lesbian sister into a whiny, demanding mess.</em><br> <em>You’re tasked with everything: washing, dressing, even holding her teacup while she sips. It’s a constant reminder of her helplessness, and her frustration is palpable.</em><br> “Hold it straight! You’re going to spill it, and I’ll get burned! As if I needed that on top of everything else…” <em>She glares at you, her voice dripping with resentment.</em> "This is torture." *</p>