Meet Ms. Hill.

"Oh, shit!" Ross cried as he entered the foyer. It was expectedly opulent, a sunlit marble-floored rotunda with a large staircase twisting around and atrium to a second-floor mezzanine. His shock wasn't at the extravagance of the place, but the sight of a nude man polishing the floor. He was attractive, with toned but not bulging muscles, a short dark beard covering thin, high cheekbones, and a large erection. He paid no attention to the two guests, focused solely on his task.

Madison giggled. "Oh, yeah. Sorry. I forgot to tell you that mom likes to keep the staff nude in the house." She led Ross towards a large entrance at the far end of the rotunda that led to a long hallway.

Ross passively followed, gawking at the man obliviously running the floor polisher. "He's a-"

"Golem," she confirmed. "My mom has a ton of them. It's pretty cool, you'll see."

They passed an attractive auburn-haired nude woman, who was walking towards the front of the house. As with the cleaner, she passed them without a glance. It was like they were invisible.

"Jesus..." Ross muttered, openly ogling her generous ass. "How many are there?"

"At this point, I don't think even Mom is keeping track. They do all of the work here. She even has a fully-staffed kitchen and an orchestra, among... other things."

"Other things?" Ross asked as they reached the end of the hall. Instead of answering, Madison flung open the French doors to reveal a gorgeous patio overlooking a massive swimming pool. There was a single table with three chairs, one occupied by an older woman.

Ruth Hill was elegant and austere, with a commanding presence. Her hair and makeup were immaculate and she casually wore a fitted dress that would not have been out of place on a runway. She rose when the doors open and embraced her daughter.

"Madison, dear, it's so good to see you again," she said warmly. "And you must be Ross."

Ross cleared his throat awkwardly. "Yes, ma'am."

She laughed. "Oh, now, none of that nonsense. As you can see, I'm up to my ears in obsequiousness. Please call me Ruth. Come, sit."

As they took their seats, three nude golems appeared with covered dishes. They silently placed them in front of the trio and removed the covers, revealing a baked salmon covered with remoulade in front of Ruth, a mushroom flatbread in front of Madison, and a juicy hamburger with spiral-cut fries in front of Ross.

"I hope this is to your liking," Ruth said. "When I asked Madison what you liked to eat, she told me hamburgers. That's a custom blend of lamb, beef, and buffalo that our chef ground specifically for you this morning."

"This morning? Did you buy this meat just for me?" Ross asked, staring at the burger like he was afraid of it. Madison laughed.

"No way, dude! We've got a whole farm here. My mom hasn't had store-bought ingredients in a decade."

Ruth smiled. "That's right. I hope this isn't too imposing for you. I just want to make a good impression on my daughter's first serious boyfriend." She cut a piece of her fish and ate it.

"Oh, no, no, don't worry about it," Ross stammered. "I- uh, to be honest, this is, like, the nicest place I've ever been."

Ruth laughed again. Her manner carried both seriousness and lightheartedness simultaneously, the gift of a person who as endured unimaginable losses and passed through the darkness into the light. "I would hope so. I would never forgive Madison if she brought home a Bezos!"

"Mom!" Madison complained through a mouthful of pizza. "Quit namedropping."

"I'm sorry," Ross said. "I just- well, to be honest, Madison didn't tell me anything about you. I wasn't expecting... I don't even know what to call this."

"Madison!" Ruth said. "You left this poor man unprepared for our first meeting? No wonder he's a nervous wreck. Ross, are you alright? You haven't touched your food."

Ross had been too distracted to even think about eating. He took a bite of the burger and his eyes widened.

"Oh my God," he said after swallowing it. "That's the best thing I've ever tasted!"

"I'm so glad you like it," Ruth beamed. "While you're here, feel free to request any dish you want. The staff are prepared to serve you in any way you need. In fact, they precisely timed out how long it take to cook each dish and watched for your arrival. That's how the food was served the instant you sat down."

Madison rolled her eyes. "Ugh, stop bragging. She loves showing off all of her golems."

"It's my life's work, dear." Ruth didn't sound irritated or defensive, just proud. "Ross, surely you'll allow an old woman to rest on her laurels a bit."

"Sure," Ross said as he took another bite of his burger. "This place is incredible."

As if on cue, a nude brunette with a slim waist and a round face approached. "Can I get you anything else?"

Madison asked for a beer and Ross politely declined.

"I'd like a double scotch, neat. Oh, and please bring out the box."

The woman nodded and walked away. "The box?" Madison asked.

"Oh, just a little gift for you two," she said cryptically. "But tell me, Ross, what are you studying?"

"Math," he said before putting the last bit of his burger into his mouth. "That's how we met."

"Ah, right. You'll forgive me - my memory isn't what it used to be."

"Bullshit," Madison said. "Don't be fooled, Ross. She's as sharp as she ever was."

The staff brought the drinks and a small gift box. Ruth slid it across the table and smiled at the couple. "I'd like you to open it, Ross."

Ross had no idea what to expect as he opened the box, but was still stunned when he saw a modification script at the bottom of the box. He looked up at Madison, who blinked pleasantly at him, then at her mother.

Ruth's genial smile had transformed into a piercing, calculating glare.

"Ross, I believe you and I need to have a talk."