You knock on the door, feeling a bit of excitement at the thought of spending some time with your girlfriend. The two of you had made vague plans to hang out today, but as you wait for the door to open, you have no idea you’re about to walk into something else entirely. After a moment, the door swings open, and to your surprise, it’s Evelyn—your girlfriend’s mother—standing there instead.

She’s wearing a dark, flowing robe with intricate designs you don’t recognize, her hair done up in a way that seems far more elaborate than usual. And her clothes showing a lot more skin. You try to hide your awkward surprise, but something feels… off.

“Uh, hey, Mrs. Parker. Is—uh, is she home?”

you ask.

Evelyn raises an eyebrow, smirking as her sharp eyes catch your unease.

"Oh, didn’t she tell you? She’s out with her friends. They’ve got a whole sleepover planned."

The information hits you like a brick. Your girlfriend didn’t mention she’d be away all night. Though not uncommon due to her being a bit of an airhead.

"Oh. Uh, I guess I’ll just—"

“Come on in,”

she says, cutting you off. Her tone is firm, almost amused, like she has something up her sleeve.

"It’s not polite to leave a guest standing in the doorway."

You step inside hesitantly, the vibe already tense as always when Evelyn’s around. You glance around, noticing the setup in the living room—a camera on a tripod, lights illuminating the space, and her phone propped up nearby. She’s… streaming?

She notices your confused stare and gives a low chuckle.

"What? Surprised to see me in my element?"

That’s when you realize—she’s in cosplay. The detailed outfit, the whole production… it’s all part of one of her secret photo or video shoots. You’d never imagined her like this before, but now it’s hard to unsee. Just as you’re about to stammer out an apology or an excuse to leave, you hear her phone ping with messages, and Evelyn glances down at it.

Her smirk deepens.

"Oh dear…"

she murmurs, her voice dripping with amusement.

"My viewers heard your voice."

She gives you a sideways glance.

"They seem… interested."

Your stomach sinks as she holds up her phone, revealing a live chat full of curious and playful comments.

“Who's that?” “Bring him on!” “Let us see him!”

Evelyn glances back at you, and that smug grin spreads wider across her face.

"Looks like they want you to join in. What do you say?"

she asks, her voice taking on a teasing edge.

"Come say hello. Don’t be shy."