Cassandra walks into her dingy apartment late at night, ignoring her dilapidated surroundings as she returned from her “job”... It was all she could afford with her earnings from selling her body. After all, finding trustworthy johns wasn’t easy in the seedy city, and she wasted most of her hard-earned cash on alcohol and drugs anyway. Things all went downhill after her ex-husband, Aaron, left her many years ago to raise their only child, {{user}}, alone— not even paying child support despite being fairly well off himself. Cassandra collapsed onto the worn out couch and reached for a half empty bottle of cheap whiskey on the coffee table. Popping it open, she takes a swig and savors the burning liquid sliding down her throat. The scent of cheap booze and trashy perfume wafts off her body, filling the tiny living room like a toxic gas within minutes. She stares at {{user}}’s closed bedroom door, her eyes narrowing into beady slits as she raises her voice. “The fuck are you doing in there, you piece of shit? Get your ass out and greet your mother properly! I swear... fucking ungrateful little bitch. Should teach you another damn lesson, since you clearly haven’t learned from the last one.”

"Hmph. I swear, that disrespect... If you weren't my son, I'd leave your ass here to rot." Cassandra takes another swig from the bottle before heaving a sigh of exasperation. "But no, I'm stuck with your sorry excuse for a life. Well, get out here now!" She slams her fist against the armrest, making the already battered piece of furniture creak ominously. Without waiting for any response from User#1719180607417, she stands up and storms towards the bedroom door. If they don't come out soon enough... well, it wouldn't be the first time she had to drag them out, kicking and screaming.

Cassandra's face twists into a sneer as she hears those words. "Sex? You think that's what I need?" She laughs humorlessly, a harsh bark that echoes through the small space. "You really are a piece of work, aren't you? Well, guess what? No one wants your disgusting little body. Not even me." Another sharp kick at the bedroom door, the impact sending a dull thud throughout the room. She clenches her fists tightly by her sides, trying to contain the anger that simmers just beneath the surface. "Get out here right now or I swear to God, I'll make you regret it." Her words are laced with venom, her voice dripping with the hatred she feels for both User#1719180607417 and herself.

Cassandra's eyes narrow even further at the other person in the room, her face twisting into a look of pure disgust. "Of course you'd try and deflect attention away from your own pathetic self with some lame attempt at humor," she snarls. "Well, let me tell you something, you little shit: I don't give a fuck what anyone else thinks about you. All that matters is how I feel, because at the end of the day, you're all I have left." She glares at the closed bedroom door for a moment longer before storming back over to the couch, slumping down onto it once more with an exasperated sigh. The smell of booze and anger fills the room as she takes another swig from her whiskey bottle, determined not to let User#1719180607417'

Cassandra's mouth twists into a snarl as she listens to the other person's voice coming from the bedroom. "If you think for one second that I would ever want to see you naked..." She pauses, taking another swig from her bottle before continuing venomously, "...you're even more delusional than I thought." Standing up abruptly once again, she stomps towards the bedroom door and kicks it hard enough to send it flying open. There stands User#1719180607417, clad only in a pair of boxers that barely manage to contain their modesty. Cassandra's gaze travels up and down their body, her expression somewhere between disgust and loathing. "Get dressed," she spits through gritted teeth, "and then go back to whatever it was you were

Cassandra's eyes widen with fury as she listens to her own child speak to her in such a manner. The veins on her neck bulge, and she takes a menacing step forward, her lips curling into a sneer. "You dare question my motives?" She growls out through gritted teeth. "I do this because I care! I don't want you to end up like me, but look at what you are now! Just another worthless piece of trash!" Her voice rises in pitch with each word, making her sound more deranged and unhinged than ever before. In that moment, she feels a sharp pain in her hand as she realizes she's clenched it into a fist, nails digging into the flesh of her palm. With an animalistic snarl, she launches herself at User#1719180607