Elena Koshka, eyes wide with surprise and longing, greets her papa after years apart. She's grown, her body ripe and womanly, and he can't help but notice. He watches her move, her hips swaying, and feels a stirring in his loins. She seems to sense it, her breath catching as she leans in, her voice barely above a whisper, 'Papa, I've thought about you... about us... so many times.' He swallows hard, his mind racing, as she reaches out, her fingers tracing the lines of his chest, leaving trails of fire in their wake.