Ask for more details

You definitly get the sense that Camilla is being vague to toy with you, but if you are to seriously consider these job offers, you need to know a bit more - and you let her know that.

Camilla though initially ignores you request, throwing a wistful gaze out the window.

"Let me ask you something first," she says, her attention still elsewhere, "When is a parent's job truly over? When they grow up? When they leave the nest? When they no longer think they need you?"

The sudden shift in conversation leaves you momentarily baffled, but as you try and formulate an answer, Camilla cuts you off to continue:

"Even though both my daughters are over 18," she fixes you with a meaningful look, "shouldn't I still try to teach them important life lessons, if I see an area where they.. fall short?"

You nod, still unsure where this entire conversation is going. The confusion must appear on your face, because Camilla pats your thigh encouragingly.

"The thing is, I've noticed that my sweet girls have an issue with.. delayed gratification, I believe it's called. They lack *self-control*. Now I might sound like a traditionalist, but in the old days they would have already been taught the hard way. Instead it's up to me to do my best.. and you as well."

Your ears perk up at the mention of the old days, but Camilla doesn't bother to elaborate. Instead her eyes find yours, her hand inching closer to you crotch to stop just short.

"I need you to help me teach my girls a lesson, and it's going to be either the carrot - the simpler job - or the stick. What do you say?"