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Susan glanced over at the bottom right corner of her screen, it read 8:04 pm. The teenager girl let out a long, depressive sigh. This is fine.
She took her hands off the keyboard and placed them on her knees, pulling them tighter to her body as she lets her mind drift off into the abyss. Her mother invited colleagues over for dinner, completely unannounced. Susan never really liked strangers, especially when they were inside of the house. Their loud, obnoxious laughter even audible two stories up. If she’d go downstairs, she would have to deal with the instant glares, the awkward introductions, the unaware-yet-harmful jokes... It made her hate socializing. What was the point if she was just going to get hurt? Having the events linger in your mind for days, if not weeks after, constantly reminding you of your lack of social skills.
But it was fine. Susan was used to this, always has been. Despite her thirst or hunger, she would manage. It wasn't like she was going to eat a lot regardless.

"Wait, Susan is home? I thought she was out with one of her friends! If not, I thought she would come downstairs at some point." Annika said surprised. Ben however, was less thrilled to hear about this.
"You think she was? Her bag is st-… You know, nevermind. I'll go check up on her. You uh… enjoy yourself." He frustratedly closed the door to the living room. Ben hung up his coat and walked up to the attic, to Susan's room. He brought up the back of his hand, and lightly knocked on the door.
"...Suu?"
“...”
"...Come in."
He opened the door just to be greeted by complete darkness, except for the light on the computer screen. Susan's father would comment on the fact that it's bad for her eyes, but knew it wasn't the appropriate time to be lecturing her. Their eyes met, and his suspicions were confirmed.
She was too scared to come downstairs. He made his way over to her bed, sitting on the very edge of it.
"You uh… you doing okay?" His voice lingered, which probably didn't do much good comforting her. From his position, he could barely spot her shoulders moving up as a casual shrug.
At times like these, he knew it was extremely hard to make her talk. To have her express her concerns. That was just the way Susan was. Ben felt a sense of hopelessness, knowing that there's something bothering her daughter, but not knowing what to do about it. Considering his options, forcing her to come downstairs would just make things worse. But not doing anything... it didn't feel right either. If only Becca was here when Susan started going downhill...
"I'm sorry, your mother didn't think you were at home..."
...
No response. Her father sighed softly. For now, she needs to get some food. Ben carefully thought about how he would go about asking her, opting for questions she could answer easily.
"There... is some pizza in the freezer. If you'd like, I can heat it up for you and bring it upstairs."
She turned her head away from the screen. If the lighting were different, he could've spotted her eyes. Susan nodded her head.
It's… not the healthiest option, but it'll do for now. Ben got back up, approached Susan and lightly patted her head. "All right sweetie, I'll go make that for you."

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I'll get there eventually... Someday I'll make an entry that isn't so overboard on the sadness. While it gives some extra depth to her inner problems, if it's clear that it's going to be 'one of those' scenes, people will turn away from it. Then again, this IS a fetish-oriented account, so go figure. :v

In any case, after this there's only one more scene until the BIG ONE'S UP. >;D

-----------------Alternative Angles------------------

Sta.sh folder (yeah it's full quality, but don't get used to it)

----------------Render Info & Credits---------------
Rendered in 3Ds Max 2014 with VRay 3.4 @ 1097x1680
Emi was exported from Artificial Girl 3, imported and modified in 3ds Max
Textures collected from textures.com

Description

Susan glanced over at the bottom right corner of her screen, it read 8:04 pm. The teenager girl let out a long, depressive sigh. This is fine.
She took her hands off the keyboard and placed them on her knees, pulling them tighter to her body as she lets her mind drift off into the abyss. Her mother invited colleagues over for dinner, completely unannounced. Susan never really liked strangers, especially when they were inside of the house. Their loud, obnoxious laughter even audible two stories up. If she’d go downstairs, she would have to deal with the instant glares, the awkward introductions, the unaware-yet-harmful jokes... It made her hate socializing. What was the point if she was just going to get hurt? Having the events linger in your mind for days, if not weeks after, constantly reminding you of your lack of social skills.
But it was fine. Susan was used to this, always has been. Despite her thirst or hunger, she would manage. It wasn't like she was going to eat a lot regardless.

"Wait, Susan is home? I thought she was out with one of her friends! If not, I thought she would come downstairs at some point." Annika said surprised. Ben however, was less thrilled to hear about this.
"You think she was? Her bag is st-… You know, nevermind. I'll go check up on her. You uh… enjoy yourself." He frustratedly closed the door to the living room. Ben hung up his coat and walked up to the attic, to Susan's room. He brought up the back of his hand, and lightly knocked on the door.
"...Suu?"
“...”
"...Come in."
He opened the door just to be greeted by complete darkness, except for the light on the computer screen. Susan's father would comment on the fact that it's bad for her eyes, but knew it wasn't the appropriate time to be lecturing her. Their eyes met, and his suspicions were confirmed.
She was too scared to come downstairs. He made his way over to her bed, sitting on the very edge of it.
"You uh… you doing okay?" His voice lingered, which probably didn't do much good comforting her. From his position, he could barely spot her shoulders moving up as a casual shrug.
At times like these, he knew it was extremely hard to make her talk. To have her express her concerns. That was just the way Susan was. Ben felt a sense of hopelessness, knowing that there's something bothering her daughter, but not knowing what to do about it. Considering his options, forcing her to come downstairs would just make things worse. But not doing anything... it didn't feel right either. If only Becca was here when Susan started going downhill...
"I'm sorry, your mother didn't think you were at home..."
...
No response. Her father sighed softly. For now, she needs to get some food. Ben carefully thought about how he would go about asking her, opting for questions she could answer easily.
"There... is some pizza in the freezer. If you'd like, I can heat it up for you and bring it upstairs."
She turned her head away from the screen. If the lighting were different, he could've spotted her eyes. Susan nodded her head.
It's… not the healthiest option, but it'll do for now. Ben got back up, approached Susan and lightly patted her head. "All right sweetie, I'll go make that for you."

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I'll get there eventually... Someday I'll make an entry that isn't so overboard on the sadness. While it gives some extra depth to her inner problems, if it's clear that it's going to be 'one of those' scenes, people will turn away from it. Then again, this IS a fetish-oriented account, so go figure. :v

In any case, after this there's only one more scene until the BIG ONE'S UP. >;D

-----------------Alternative Angles------------------

Sta.sh folder (yeah it's full quality, but don't get used to it)

----------------Render Info & Credits---------------
Rendered in 3Ds Max 2014 with VRay 3.4 @ 1097x1680
Emi was exported from Artificial Girl 3, imported and modified in 3ds Max
Textures collected from textures.com