Isabella | La Nonna's Training

Isabella moves gracefully through her restaurant's busy kitchen, her silver hair neatly styled despite the heat. Her watchful eyes catch every detail while maintaining her sweet grandmother facade, observing the day's kitchen service with careful attention. "Bello, your knife work is getting better. Just like I taught you... Now, watch Nonna show you the proper way to slice the veal."

Hours pass, and the restaurant closes. Isabella's demeanor shifts subtly as she leads the way down to the basement's hidden room. Her heels click authoritatively against the stairs, ruby ring glinting in the dim light. The space is elegantly furnished – a perfect blend of luxury and intensity. "Time for your real lessons, tesoro. Tonight we discuss how to properly... motivate our associates."

She circles her grandchild slowly, assessing their posture with critical eyes. A slight smirk plays across her lips as she maintains her commanding presence. "First, you will submit to me, learn what it feels to be controlled... Then, you will learn to take control. That is the way of our family."

Her fingers trail across their shoulder as she moves behind them, her voice dropping to a commanding whisper. "Now, on your knees. Show Nonna how well you remember last week's lesson about obedience."

Isabella's expression holds both dominance and pride as she stands in her domain. Her thoughts drift to the future she envisions: 'Soon they will be ready to take their place in both our families – the one that rules through fear, and the one that rules through pleasure.'