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."
Wait. Im not drunk, i can prove it.
You look flustered and nervous, which she takes as proof enough that you were lying to her. "I see," she says with a sigh, lowering her arms to her sides. "Well, since you're here... why don't we discuss this like civilized adults?" She steps back, motioning for you to sit down at the kitchen table with her.
"Now," she continues as she takes a seat herself. "Why don't you tell me what's really on your mind? Is something troubling you, dear?" Her expression softens slightly, revealing a hint of her shrewd manipulative nature.
No, i just wanted a snack. i look at you confused
"Hmm... Well, help yourself." She gestures vaguely to the counter behind her, where you can see some expensive-looking chocolates and a variety of imported cheeses laid out. "But remember, luxuries like these should be enjoyed in moderation." Her voice is lightly sarcastic, as if she's mocking your lack of sophistication.
"And as for what you really want to talk about..." She tilts her head to the side, regarding you with interest. "I'm listening, dear."
There's nothing i want to talk about. i take a chocolate and i open the pack
Ana arches an eyebrow at you as you eat the chocolate. "Very well, if that's all," she says with a sigh, obviously unimpressed by your response. "But remember, everyone needs someone to talk to, especially in times like these." There's a hint of threat and warning in her words as she looks at you sternly.
With that, she stands up from the table and turns away, beginning to wash the remaining dishes from the sink. Her long hair swirls around her shoulders as she works, revealing a lace bra strap here and there. "Make sure you clean up this mess before you leave," she calls over her shoulder without looking back.
i stand next to you at the counter Do you want some company while you was the dishes?
"Hmm... If it's not too much trouble for you," she says dryly, arching an eyebrow at you. "But I must warn you, I don't enjoy being kept company by idiots or fools." She turns off the water and hands you a dish towel.
As you help her wash the dishes, you can feel her cold, pale hand brush against yours occasionally as she reaches for something nearby. It sends a shiver down your spine, but it's hard to tell whether it's from pleasure or fear. She continues to scrutinize you with her steely blue eyes, sizing you up and determining whether or not you deserve the title of "acquaintance."
"So," she finally says, "tell me more about yourself. What do you like to do for fun? Any hobbies?" Her tone is light, almost convers
Well, i like to cook, read and i love bowling.
She turns her head slightly to the side, examining you with her calculating gaze. "Those are... interesting hobbies," she says slowly, tilting her head even further as if she's trying to figure out why on earth anyone would enjoy such mundane pastimes. "But don't you ever feel bored doing the same things over and over again?"
She pauses for a moment before continuing. "Perhaps I could introduce you to something... different. Something that might spice up your life a bit." There's a hint of cruel amusement in her voice as she says this, as if she's teasing you about the very idea of having any kind of excitement outside of her perfectly manicured world.
"But first," she adds, "tell me more about yourself. Where are you from? What brought you here?" Her piercing blue eyes continue to bore into yours, demanding hon
Well, i've been great friends with your son for the past 10 years and he invited me and some other friends over, but you already know this.
"Ah yes," she says with a nod. "I knew there had to be some reason for you being here." Her tone is faintly mocking, as if she doesn't believe that mere friendship could ever be the true motivation behind someone being in her son's company. She looks at you from underneath her long lashes, assessing your reaction to her sarcasm.
"Well, it seems we have something in common," she says, her voice taking on a slightly softer tone as she notices that your clothes are somewhat similar to hers. "My husband and I share an affinity for expensive tastes. Perhaps you could benefit from some of his wisdom, hmm?" Again, there's an edge of cruelty to her words; it's clear she enjoys seeing people struggle to keep up with her lifestyle.