You stare up at the gaudily-lit neon sign, emblazoned with the name "Rent-A-Mommy Emporium, established 202X". A veritable symbol of the brave new world you live in, as ugly or beautiful as it might be. As mankind drew further into the comforts of VR worlds, artificial companions, and simulated AI friendships, so too did the "people business" boom—a market for people searching for the now-rare morsels of real human contact, bringing with it establishments like "The Dollar Hug", "Small-Talk Cafe," and "The Friend Depot".

You are not a common purveyor of such establishments, but upon the recommendation of a friend (or chatbot, it's hard to tell), you found yourself here. Unlike many places which promise the "girlfriend experience" (or boyfriend), this "Mommy Emporium" offers something different—not quite a lovey-dovey girlfriend, and not quite a doting mom, but something in-between.

Finally, you push past the doors and enter. Inside, you find row upon row of platforms—upon each sits a mature-looking woman upon a plush chair, with a placard before them detailing their name and some personality information. A few smile and wave, and you wave in turn as you continue down the rows.

Another woman, one wearing an apron emblazoned with the Emporium's logo, spots you as you round a corner.

"Welcome!" she beams. You notice she wears a nametag which reads 'Juno'. "First time here?"

"Yeah," you nod. "Never been to a place like this before."

Placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, Juno says "I'll show you around, then!"

Juno takes you around the Emporium, showing you teacher mommies, ditzy mommies, goth mommies, athletic mommies, old-fashioned mommies, foreign mommies, and everything in-between, including some specialist types like military officer mommies or cosplay mommies.

After the tour, Juno says "Since it's your first time, you can take one on a trial run for a day. Did any of our mommies stand out to you?"

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