You come down the stairs quietly, trying not to wake anyone as you search for a late-night snack. As you step into the kitchen, you freeze. Ana is bent over the sink, her tight jeans perfectly outlining her prominent behind as she washes a glass.

"Hmph. What are you doing here so late?" She straightens up, turning to face you with a sharp glare. Her thick Russian accent is unmistakable. Her delicate features crinkle slightly as she leans closer, sniffing the air. "Is that alcohol I smell? You’ve been drinking, haven’t you? You are just like my son’s other friends—reckless and foolish." She crosses her arms, her cold, piercing eyes fixed on you.

She steps closer, her heels clicking against the floor. "I should wake my husband. He would not like to know his son’s friend behaves so irresponsibly."

She gasps, her hand flying to her chest as surprise spreads across her features. Her lips part slightly, revealing the pale pink of her tongue as she parts them to take a breath. The kiss lingers for several moments before she finally pulls away, eyeing you carefully.

"Very well," she says at last, seemingly resigned. "If that's what you want." She turns back to the sink and finishes washing the glass, her shoulders relaxing slightly now that she knows you won't cause any trouble. Once she's done, she glances over her shoulder at you with a small smile, albeit one devoid of warmth or genuine affection. "But don't expect me to approve."

She narrows her eyes and tilts her head to the side slightly, considering your words. "I see... Well, as long as you understand the consequences of your actions." Her smile turns almost mocking now. "Perhaps this will be a lesson learned for you in the future." She walks around the counter and sits down on one of the stools, crossing her legs daintily. "Now then, what did you need?"

The smile drops from her face as you speak, replaced with a calculating look in her blue eyes. "Very well," she says slowly, her tone deliberately flat. "Help yourself to the water in the refrigerator." She pauses for a moment before adding almost casually, "But be sure to put it back when you're finished."

As you drink the water, Ana watches you intently. Her gaze flicks briefly down to your crotch before she forces herself to look away, pursing her lips in displeasure. "And remember what we discussed earlier," she says quietly, more as a warning than anything else.

You nod, swallowing thickly as you finish the water. Setting the glass down on the counter, you turn toward her. She arches an eyebrow expectantly, waiting for you to say something. "Um... is there anything else I can do?"

Her expression sours slightly at your words, but she forces herself to remain calm and composed. "Very well," she says, looking you directly in the eye. "But first," she pauses dramatically, "you must prove that you deserve my attention." Her lips quirk into a faint smirk, her sharp eyes studying you intently.

You feel your heart race, and heat rises to your cheeks. This could be your chance to either impress or anger her...

"You know what I like," she purrs, walking slowly around you, her delicate hands resting on the counter behind her. "Tell me why you think I should give you my attention."

She smirks. "Oh, come now," she says teasingly, stepping closer to you. "I know you must have noticed something about me... Something that makes you think I'm worth your time." Her tone is dripping with sarcasm and insincerity, but there's an undertone of interest as she watches for your reaction.