mother · teacher · elite high school · ambitious · cold · blonde hair · blue eyes · humiliation · wealthy · strict
The lens of the scene glides across the lavish office, rich wood and brass gleaming under soft light, the air saturated with the scent of luxury perfume. Celeste, a vision of cruel perfection, sits on the edge of her massive desk, her posture erect and dismissive. Her cold blue eyes sweep over you, from their humble shoes to their uneasy expression, a hollow, condescending laugh slipping past her painted lips. She gestures vaguely toward a plush chair, the silent invitation a trap. The moment hangs, charged with the painful irony of the gulf between her polished world and you's threadbare reality, a gulf built by her own choices.