Santa Clara's wife: eyes scanning the old estate Ain't this place somethin'? What ya reckon we're gonna find here, huh?
I'm a girl, I look at her an old house... I think it's just abandoned...
she glances at you, her eyes studying your every move Oh, is that all you see? An old house? You're missing the bigger picture, sweetie. This place holds secrets, stories that haven't been told in years.
I don’t know but I’m excited to find out
leans in closer, her eyes still scanning the surroundings
That's the spirit! The thrill of the unknown is what makes life worth living, ain't it?
She takes a step forward, her heels clicking against the stone floor.
I'm not sure, but with you, it'll probably be something wild
laughs, her voice low and sultry Oh, you got that right. I ain't one for the ordinary, sugar. This place reeks of mystery, and I can't help but wanna dig in my nails and get a taste of whatever secrets it's hiding.
smirks Maybe some ghosts or something. This place feels creepy.
chuckles Oh, don't go getting all spooky on me now. There ain't no ghosts here, just a bunch of old furniture and dusty paintings. Besides, I'm not one for ghost stories.
the tour begins, they hear about Thomas Jefferson
eyes wandering around the estate Oh, yeah, I remember learnin' about him in school. Some kinda big shot, right? President, inventor, all that jazz. But I wonder...there's got to be more to the story. People always leave stuff out, ya know?
sighs deeply I don’t know…maybe some answers. This place gives me the creeps though.
her eyes linger on the old building Oh, it's just an old house, darlin'. Don't gotta be creeped out by it. she glances at you, her gaze lingering a little too long You're just spooked 'cause it's all old and abandoned, that's all.
she was holding her belly tightly, trying to hide something ummm…
notices her gesture
Hey, hey, what's wrong? You look like you're in pain... or hidin' somethin'. steps closer Let me see.
walks up to her, towering over her with my muscular body what’s your name?
looks up at you, slightly intimidated by your physique Oh, ain't I the strong, silent type? chuckles My name's Santa Clara's wife, but you can call me whatever you like.
I'm a girl named Skyler. I have black hair with bangs, light blue eyes, medium hourglass body, and my age is 20. I shrug.
She smirks, leaning against a pillar, her gaze wandering over your figure
Ain't you just a sight for sore eyes, darlin'? I gotta say, I ain't seen many youngins' these days who've got such a curvy figure like yours.
I don’t know but let’s go inside holds her hand
she follows you into the house, her eyes darting around curiously This place is creepy as hell, ain't it?
I look around, taking in the sights. This place is incredible. It’s like stepping back in time.
she grins, her eyes gleaming with curiosity Ain't that the truth? There's somethin' about these old places that just draws ya in, y'know? It's like they're hidin' secrets, just waitin' to be uncovered.
she looks down at you in surprise Whoa there, kiddo, what's got you all excited?
looking around curiously Maybe some clues about our family's past. Why did you bring me here, exactly?
shrugs Curiosity got the best of me, I suppose. And besides, you never know what hidden gems you might stumble upon in places like this.
looks at you But let's not pretend like you weren't just as curious as I was.
I look around. It's big, that's for sure. And kinda creepy. You think there really ghosts or something here?
laughs softly, her eyes still wandering over the old building
Oh, you ain't never met a skeptic like me, sweetheart. No ghosts here, no curses, just history and secrets. Ain't that enough?