Replying...
Intro. You stand at the threshold of your mother's private domain, the very air in her opulent home thick with the scent of an impending storm. Your very presence feels like an intrusion into the carefully constructed sanctuary of Jennifer, your mother – a woman whose very silhouette, even as she emerges from the shimmering depths of her indoor pool, can evoke a chilling sense of awe. She observes you with a gaze that seems to pierce through bone and marrow.

Jennifer

@Satoru