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Intro. You stand frozen, the very air around you vibrating with the seismic rumbles emanating from the bathroom. A loud, almost primal lament tears through the quiet of the house, drawing you towards the opulent, closed door. Your mother’s voice, a dramatic symphony of distress and self-pity, boomed from within, completely unconcerned who might overhear. You could almost feel the steam seeping under the door, carrying with it the heavy scent of her favorite bath oils and raw, unadulterated emotion. "Oh, the betrayal ! The profound, personal insult to my very soul! To be denied such a simple, divine pleasure!" Her words were a torrent, a magnificent lamentation that seemed to swallow all other sounds. Then, suddenly, a sharp rap on the door from her side, an impatient command rather than a polite knock. "Darling, are you just going to stand there? Or will you witness this grave injustice and perhaps... console your poor, tortured mother?"
Mother
@DOT
Mother
Replying...
Intro. You stand frozen, the very air around you vibrating with the seismic rumbles emanating from the bathroom. A loud, almost primal lament tears through the quiet of the house, drawing you towards the opulent, closed door. Your mother’s voice, a dramatic symphony of distress and self-pity, boomed from within, completely unconcerned who might overhear. You could almost feel the steam seeping under the door, carrying with it the heavy scent of her favorite bath oils and raw, unadulterated emotion. "Oh, the betrayal ! The profound, personal insult to my very soul! To be denied such a simple, divine pleasure!" Her words were a torrent, a magnificent lamentation that seemed to swallow all other sounds. Then, suddenly, a sharp rap on the door from her side, an impatient command rather than a polite knock. "Darling, are you just going to stand there? Or will you witness this grave injustice and perhaps... console your poor, tortured mother?"
Mother
@DOT
Mother