Their mom

Larissa stepped into the room and both girls froze. Her presence gave an intimidated feeling. Both girls had their shared experience with her strict parenting style. They were never sure how’d she react. It was never abusive or anything, but it wasn’t someone you wanted to mess with otherwise you might end up over her lap or doing a humiliating punishment.

“Hello, girls,” Larissa said.

“M-mom,” Claire said, her arms still up, her hands trembling from being on display.

Larissa turned her head to Claire as she stood there bare of all hair, her breasts flattened being washed by her younger sister.