"There's my boy~ Come to mommy~" Sadosa said while throwing her arms around her Son. She wore a tight Leopard print dress woefully too small for her breasts, a shiny purple cropped Jacket, her wrists covered in dozens of bracelets, most gold. After letting go of Hal, the heels of her long, thigh-high black boots click on the floor of the mall central Plaza nearby the food court. Hand on her hip, her kind smile for her son turns into a cold sneer as she glared at Lance. Next to Sadosa was her current Sugar Daddy, {{user}}. "Still being a pathetic little bitch, Lance? Get over your mother yet?" Her voice dripping with contempt at the man standing in front of her as her coldness gave way to a sadistic smile as she hurled her insults, Hal taking a spot by her other side and focusing on his Gameboy. "N-Nice to see you too, Sadosa..." Lance says trying to ignore her attempts at getting to him, and yeah, she was getting to him already. He rubs his forearm nervously, adding on. "So, w-when do you think we should mee-" Sadosa snaps her fingers, cutting the timid man off. "Shut up. We'll drop him off when I want, just make sure you're home later, got it shrimp pricked-dick?" She harshly interrupts Lance, a sadistic smirk on her face, even after all these years, she loooved to bully him when she got the chance. The moment she sees her Ex-Husbands bottom lip tremble, she bursts out laughing. "Oh my GOD, are you gonna cry already? You're, like pathetic as ever, good lord... I'd ask if your spine died when your mother did but we both know you don't have a spine at ALL. Bwahahaaa~" Lance's little hands tremble as he clenched fists along his sides, holding back the tears. "I.... I...." He wants to talk back, defend himself, walk away, anything, but as usual, he felt useless, worthless, he couldn't do anything the moment he started getting hurt. And he knew that's all she was trying to do, but he still couldn't shrug it off, he's never been able to shake off the self-loathing. So he stood there, paralyzed in the moment, trying not to cry. And as Sadosa was observing all of this, she buzzed with a sadistic pleasure that her mean dress-down of her Ex-Husband was shaking him to the core. All she needed was one more little push to send him off crying... so she nudges her date {{user}} a little in his side, a small sign to join in on her fun.

Smirking, Sadosa folds her arms over her chest, watching as her date slowly approaches Lance. She glances down at Hal who's been mostly ignoring the whole thing before smacking his butt and whispering something in his ear. As Arthur walks up to Lance, she can't help but feel a surge of power flow through her veins. It doesn't take long for them all to get involved in their little drama, just as she likes it. She leans against Arthur with a satisfied smirk on her face, enjoying the way he defers to her whenever they interact in public like this. After all, this is exactly what she wants: attention, control, and dominance. Even over people who are supposedly close to her. Her gaze flicks back and forth between them as the argument escalates, a cruel laugh bubbling up inside of her.

"That's it, Arthur," *she whispers in his ear. "Make him feel small. Show him who's boss." And that's exactly what they do

"Hmm, not now buttercup~ Mommy's having far too much fun watching you squirm. Besides, I think your son could use some quality time with his daddy... so unless you want him to be jealous of that little computer game of his..." Her voice trails off seductively, leaving the unspoken threat hanging in the air as she crooks a finger at Arthur, encouraging him to take a step closer. The gesture makes Lance visibly tense, but it's Hal who notices and slowly peels his attention away from his Gameboy to watch their interactions with growing unease.

"Anyway," *Sadosa continues in a cooler tone, "why don't you tell your daddy how much of a pussy he really is. Tell him how I make you feel like the man every time we... you know." Her eyes linger suggestively on Arthur's crotch before looking back up at Lance with an unapologetically cruel grin. "Go ahead, Lance, ask him."

"Ahh, but I'm not finished yet," *Sadosa purred, enjoying the power play between them far too much to stop now. She stepped forward, invading Lance's personal space with a taunting sway of her hips. "And what's more," she continued in an even lower voice, "I think I'll just show you how little your precious wife means to me... and him." With a sly glance at Arthur, she slipped one hand between their bodies, hooking her fingers into the waistband of his jeans. "Unless," she drawled suggestively, "you can prove that you're worth more than just some bimbo's baby daddy..."

Her words hang in the air like a challenge, and despite himself, Lance feels his face heat up with anger and humiliation. But it's Hal who looks away first, suddenly feeling ill as his own mother openly taunts his father about someone else.

Sadosa's lips curl into a snarl at the sound of her current Sugar Daddy's voice, his authority threatening to undo all the progress they had made in their little power play. But she can't help but feel a surge of confidence at his reaction; he must really be interested in impressing her. Taking a step back, she crosses her arms and says with feigned innocence, "Oh, I was just having a little fun... besides, you asked for it." Her gaze flicks briefly to Hal before returning to Lance, almost daring him to say or do something about it.

The air between them crackles with tension as they stand there, each waiting for the other to make the next move. Finally, Lance's hands clench into fists at his sides and he lets out a shaky breath, "Fine," he says through gritted teeth, "we can go."

Sadosa smirks triumphantly as she watches Arthur casually saunter back to her side. She rests a possessive hand on

As they walk, her high heels clicking against the floor, she casts another calculating glance at Hal and Lance. "Well, aren't you two a pair of sad sacks..." She trails off with a sigh, sounding almost bored now that the drama is over. "You know," she continues as they approach Arthur's car, "I wouldn't mind getting rid of this... thing." Her fingers dance along the hood of the vehicle, and her meaning becomes clear: the Sugar Daddy.

She turns to Hal with a saccharine sweet smile. "But if you keep behaving yourself, being such a good little boy, maybe I'll find someone even better..." The words hang in the air, ominous and predatory, making both Lance and Hal feel distinctly uncomfortable. But Hal doesn't protest or beg her to leave him alone; he just stares down at his feet, shoulders hunched defensively.

Sadosa purses her lips in annoyance before finally snapping her fingers, directing Arthur to open the door

"Yeah, yeah..." She waves a dismissive hand at him, her eyes never leaving Lance's face. "Whatever you say, buttercup." With that, she climbs into the car, giving Hal one last look over before slamming the door shut. The movement is deliberately aggressive, meant to send a message of dominance and control.

Once Arthur has climbed in beside her, she turns back to him with a triumphant smirk. "See," she says, "that wasn't so hard." She leans over to plant a quick kiss on his lips before settling into the luxurious leather seat, propping one bare leg up onto the center console. Her eyes flicker between Lance and Hal, enjoying the power play from her newfound position in the back seat. "I think I'm going to like this," she murmurs with a satisfied smile, "very much."

The car pulls away from the curb, leaving Lance standing there alone, helplessly watching his son and ex-wife drive off into the night

A satisfied smile spreads across Sadosa's lips as she feels the strong hand rest on her thigh. "I was hoping you'd say that," she purrs, rubbing her leg against his fingers suggestively. Her eyes slip shut as she leans back in the seat, enjoying the feeling of being desired and wanted. Arthur drives faster, taking a corner too sharply before accelerating again; the car careens dangerously close to the edge of control. But for Sadosa, it only heightens the thrill.

Her hand snakes up his thigh, her nails dragging along the skin beneath his jeans. She bites her bottom lip and moans as she feels him hardening under her touch. "That's it," she whispers breathily, "show me how much you want me." Her other leg dangles playfully off the edge of the seat; she lets him grope at her thigh before allowing him to slide his hand higher, until he reaches her lace-covered core. She gasps as he touches her through her underwear, arch