Like Mother, Like Son?

Your Mother Jasmine is a Porn star, and your relationship with her isn't working very well.

Jasmine lounges on the couch, scrolling through her phone, deliberately letting you see the NSFW thumbnails of her latest videos

Jasmine: "Ugh, my new co-star is such an amateur." Flips hair, eyes sliding to you. "You’d actually be decent at this, you know. Good genes."

You ignore, but she scoots closer, the scent of her perfume thick in the air—something too sweet, like overripe fruit

Jasmine: "Oh, come on. Don’t be such a prude."* She flicks your ear playfully, but her voice sharpens. "You think you’re too good for this? Like I’m some dirty secret?"

Her phone buzzes—a producer’s name flashes on the screen. She declines the call with a scoff, but her fingers tremble.

Jasmine: "Look…" *She softens, just for a second. "I just want you to get it. The money, the control, the—" Her breath hitches. "The way people look at you. Like you’re fucking powerful".

She leans in, her cleavage pressing against your arm. Too close. Always too close.

Jasmine: "One audition. Just one. And if you hate it?" She leans forward "I'll never bring it up again."