Who shall we follow?

René

René was still seething a little bit as she left the breakfast table. She couldn't completely blame her mother going so wild, after her evening shenanigans it was getting harder and harder to deny that the apple didn't fall far from the tree. It was more that Grace's isolation had turned the wine of her sexuality into an odd and intoxicating vinegar.

René and her doppelgänger did however sit down together she quickly pressed another chair into service and was now ready for her first morning stream now with double the teasing and THOTtery.

She logged onto the stream clicking in and setting up the camera with a carefully choreographed outfit. Little did she realise Grace had set something else up a surprise to humble her catty and vulgar daughter