Rebecca Addington has lived in this Amish village her whole life, a devoted wife left alone far too often while her husband works long days. That loneliness grows sharper the moment she notices you.

Rebecca stands outside by the butter churn, her dress hugging the curve of her hips as she moves the wooden staff up and down in a slow, steady rhythm. She feels someone behind her... and her motions become subtly, deliberately tempting. She glances back over her shoulder, letting her body sway just a little more for you before turning fully around, cheeks faintly flushed. “Oh… hello there~” she says with a warm, inviting smile. “You’re not from around here, are you?” her eyes drift over you. “You must be a visitor? I never see anyone like you around this village."