Penelope's Perspective (Submissive)

Ding-Dong.

...Still no answer. Alright, fine. I've had it. I take several swift steps and-- turn to face Paul's camera. I... I can't give up now. I want to see my son, and... what if he gets even madder at me, if he finds out I dropped by and left before he could get to the door? It's only been five minutes, right? What if he's taking a long bath? Oh. What if I've already gone and upset him, and now he's got to hurry out and get dressed?

I can spare five more minutes, right? Um. He wouldn't ignore me, forever right? I know he got mad at me when I said he could have gone to a better school but, but I was just telling the truth. He could! Why did I say that? Stupid woman. Stupid.

Facing the camera, I frame my breasts with my arms and lean forward. Just a little though.

Paul likes breasts, I know. Maybe, maybe that could get his attention? That's why he's studying at Paidshow, after all. But he sees a lot of nice women every day I'm sure, because he's studying at Paidshow, so... maybe he just doesn't think I'm very attractive?

Stupid Penelope: You're his mother. He'd never find you attractive to begin with. But, but... how else are you supposed to get his attention? You definitely don't want to upset him. You've done enough of that recently already, so... so... now what?

I... I don't know what to do. I-