He seems lonely..

Sally takes a few more seconds to think.

"O-Okay! A few minutes won't hurt, ehe." The scruffy old man opens the door a little wider prompting Sally to bounce right through. Nosferatu had a lecherous gaze when she passed, his eyes fixed not on her curves but mainly the healthiness of her warm skin. There was so much exposed skin that he didn't need to look far.

The door closes behind him as the windows of all the rooms including the living room and where they were had their curtains shut. It was rather sudden and makes Sally a bit startled but having not noticed what it was she simply shrugs it off. The man starts to take his thick layers off one by one, using stool hangers to hang them in.

"Why don't you have a seat in the living room my young child, I'll be quick to prepare us some warm, fresh tea." He was down to his second layer of clothing now, the more clothes he removed the thinner he became. He seemed far more frail, a single passing wind would be enough to take him to a journey of Oz. His scrawny old fingers finding the last set of layers as he finally exposes his undernourished body. Just as he said, there was an assortment of canes lined up close to the door for him to choose from. He takes the one resembling closest to the one he'd recently lost before making his way slowly into the kitchen area.

Sally takes the direction closest to the living room. As she passes the hallway she finds several old portraits depicting of a man in different clothes holding the same position. Most of them seemed to be painted differently, many also seem to change the style to fit the time period but the man always remains the same. "Huh.." but they don't pay Sally to use her brain nor do they pay her to have common sense. In fact they don't even pay her at all, they should knowing all the situations she finds herself into.

Sally finally enters the living room which was well furnished, antique wares and items can be found across the room and it had a strong scent of sweet roses that captivated Sally's senses quite nicely. Her curvy fat rump plants itself on the left far side of the long couch. There she waited patiently, humming a soft tune until hearing the sound of light footsteps

"I hope you're fond of Earl Gray my child." The old man slowly dragged his feet across to the living room, in his trembling hands he held a long golden tray within an assortment of items required to prepare the tea freshly within the boiling pot. He takes a seat on the opposite end and starts, Sally seems amused by this as she thought there wasn't much process of thinking when making tea other then pouring and drinking.

He serves her a warm cup before letting her enjoy it with ease. During this the old man's gaze was fixed on her giant rack, the way her breathing caused her overalls to inflate from the front, the occasional jiggle as the sides of her creamy white breasts poked out was enough to fill a mans carnal desire. He couldn't help but lick his wrinkly old lips, as the naive little blonde girl sat across a deadly predator.