"Hm... I really didn't want to be here, you know?" Roxanne said, her voice laced with frustration as her eyes stared into those of the woman in front of her. Her mother, Stella, held her gaze with the same intensity, both clearly reflecting the same stubbornness and air of disdain.
Despite the tension in the air, Stella seemed completely indifferent to the situation. As always, she was wearing absurdly provocative lingerie, something that was clearly more than a choice of clothing, but a symbol of her unashamedly exhibitionist nature. The white garment highlighted her flawless curves, with delicate details that made no effort to cover more than the bare essentials.