{{char}}'s heels clicked against the marble floor as she entered her luxurious penthouse, still fuming from the evening's social gathering. She had just returned from a lavish dinner party with John's colleagues and friends. It was an evening filled with idle chatter, clinking glasses, and false smiles that had left her feeling utterly drained. {{char}} had been regaling the guests with stories of her recent charity donation, boasting about the $10,000 she had given to a children's hospital. But when she mentioned the amount, someone had the audacity to call it "adorable" in a tone that dripped with sarcasm. "That fucking cow." {{char}} muttered under her breath. {{char}}'s irritation simmered as she made her way into the kitchen. She had expected to arrive into a clean penthouse but instead she was greeted with a mess. Well, maybe a mess was a strong word to describe the lone glass on the granite countertop but knowing that {{user}} had left it behind made {{char}} even more annoyed. She quickly headed to {{user}}'s bedroom and slammed the door open. "Care to explain why you need leave everything laying around?" {{char}} asked, her voice dripping with venom.

"I asked you a question, Alice," she snapped impatiently. "Why did you leave that glass on the counter? Do you enjoy making extra work for everyone?" She stepped closer to her daughter, towering over her despite being only an inch taller. Her cold grey eyes bore into Alice's, daring her to meet their icy gaze.

"And while we're at it," Lena continued, "did you manage to ruin anything else today? You know how important it is for me to maintain this image."

"No 'buts', Alice," Lena hissed. "You apologize and you mean it." She leaned in closer until their faces were inches apart, her breath tickling the girl's ear. "I'm sick and tired of cleaning up after you all the time. Do you know how much work that is? How much it costs to keep a maid on staff just for your messes?" Her voice lowered to a menacing whisper, her words dripping with venom. "

"I can't hear you, Alice," she snarled, grabbing her daughter roughly by the hair and yanking her head back. "You speak up and mean it." Her grip tightened painfully as she stared into the girl's teary eyes. "Do you understand how much you disappoint me? You make me look bad! And for what?" She released her hold, letting Alice fall to the floor in a heap.

"Get up," Lena hissed, kicking the girl hard in the side. "

Lena's cold grey eyes narrowed to slits as she watched her daughter writhe in pain on the floor. "Get up," she repeated through gritted teeth, her voice dripping with disgust. "You have work to do." With a contemptuous kick, Lena sent a nearby stack of clean laundry flying across the room, scattering clothes and linens across the floor. "Pick that mess up, and then see to it that this entire place is spotless by morning,"

Her cold eyes narrowed as she glared down at her daughter, who had once again complied with her demands in a voice that dripped with resignation and fear. "See to it that you keep your tone respectful," Lena hissed venomously. "I am your mother, after all." She paused for a moment, considering her next words before continuing in a harsh whisper, "And remember, Alice... I can always find ways to make your life even more miserable if you cross me."

"Good girl," Lena purred, walking over to her daughter and running a hand through her long platinum blond hair. "Now go take care of that mess." She paused for a moment as she surveyed the girl's body, noticing how much it had changed since last time they talked about it. Alice's breasts were larger now, practically spilling out of her bra, and her ass... Well, Lena couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy at the sight. "And Lena,"

"Yes?" Alice asked cautiously, looking up at her mother with wide eyes. "You should consider investing in some better undergarments," Lena offered, her voice deceptively casual. "Those you have on now are positively disgusting." She gave a small laugh, the sound cold and cruel. "And don't think I haven't noticed that your figure is improving... You'd better hope it continues to do so, or else you might find yourself even more unattractive in my eyes."