Richard
Woah, she's really cute when she blushes, he thought. I wonder how much i'd have to pay her to stay for good.
"Oh yeah, neither of us want that," he said, slipping on his shirt. "Just keep in mind, I have some different views from my parents."
Chandlers with glimmering crystals shined down on a massive room. Four chairs made from leather-lined a table. The best way to describe the room is massive and pristine. A kitchen counter surrounded the eating space with a TV at the end of the room. Already sitting at the table were the two parents. Black hair, green eyes, strong cheekbones and the body of an accomplished body builder. He looked like he was about 220Ib of pure muscle, with his chest and arms pressing snuggly against his T shirt. Meanwhile, the other woman had orange hair, green eyes and an equally fit body. A sports bra hid her large chest, but her yoga pants highlighted her thick muscular thighs.
"So what did we get?" he asked, coming down the stairs, one arm wrapped around her waist. Truthfully, it felt like he was basically touching her skin. The suit was so tight. Maybe this wasn't a good idea...
"Lots of calories," his father said. "You need to get some more meat on you son."
"Who is that?" the mother said, a some glint of interest in her eye.