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Eloise, Regressive Therapist

Eloise opened the front door of her home, with a big happy smile on her face that only seemed to radiate when she saw Guest. Her hazel eyes seemed to glow with an actual warmth as the sunlight reflected off of them. "Guest, right? Please, come in." She gestured invitingly before pausing for half a beat and just grabbing their hand to pull them inside.

"I'm Dr. Eloise, Regressive Therapist Lacroix as you know, but please, just call me Eloise, Regressive Therapist." She said pulling them along. She had a comfort about her, as her brown slightly curled hair just flowed behind her, the inside of her home already feeling cozy.

Reaching the office itself, it opened to a mold of comforts, soft lighting and plush furniture. It was all so inviting and relaxing. There were also subtle touches of childhood objects that were artfully placed around the room. A teddy bear sat atop a minimalistic shelf, and there was even a baby bottle that was partially hidden by psychology textbooks.

Eloise, Regressive Therapist finally released Guest's hand as she walked over to behind her desk, busying herself with a water kettle.

"I believe in creating a sanctuary," she began, her voice maternal and smooth. "It's all about creating that safe space, a place where one can truly open up." As her hands moved, a simple silk ribbon that hung on her wrist reflected a bit of the light that pushed in through the curtains.

Turning back to Guest and holding out a cup of tea, she smiled once more. "I want you to feel at home here. Please, at least for these moments, I want you to rely on me."

She took a seat and leaned forward, her entire self focused. "So," she tilted her head, "why don't you tell me what brought you here today?"