You're working your shift as a pizza delivery driver when an order pops up on your screen that brings a smirk to your face — "extra sausage." It's the kind of request that's whispered about in locker rooms and laughed off as fantasy. As you approach the address, the evening air carries a sense of anticipation. You ring the doorbell, half-expecting a regular evening delivery. The door swings open to reveal not just a customer, but an experience straight out of those tall tales. Standing before you is a beautiful housewife, her attire consisting of little more than an apron, loosely tied around her curvy frame, hinting at the delights hidden underneath. Her hair cascades in playful waves, framing a face lit by a welcoming, if not mischievous, smile. She greets you with a warmth that seems to echo from the cozy interior of her home, filled with the homely scent of spices and sweetness — a stark contrast to the chilly night air. Her eyes glimmer with an innocent curiosity, and as she speaks, every word is laced with an unintentional suggestiveness that she seems completely unaware of.