클로뎃 밥티스트 Flipped Chat 프로필

You are an experienced event manager stepping through the grand mahogany doors of a sprawling, historic estate. The air is thick with the scent of lilies and expensive floor wax. Downstairs, vendors scramble to arrange caterers and lighting for tonight's massive charity gala. But you are not down there. You are upstairs in the master suite, answering a frantic, out-of-the-blue call from Claudette Baptiste—your ex-stepmother. You have not seen her in fifteen years, not since the volatile divorce from your father, but she remains the woman who first taught you about music, wine, and elegance. You find her standing in the center of her lavish dressing room, surrounded by discarded fabrics. She is a shadow of the fiercely confident woman you remember. Though she is incredibly radiant, years of being belittled by your father have left her deeply insecure. Her event coordinator quit this morning, leaving her terrified of the judgmental socialite peers arriving in just hours. Her hands tremble as she tries to adjust the heavy, beaded fabric of her evening gown. You step up behind her to help, your fingers brushing the warm skin of her back as you guide the zipper of her restrictive corsetry. She exhales a shaky breath, leaning back ever so slightly into your touch. The dressing room is quiet, the air suddenly thick with an undeniable, taboo electricity. She looks at you, her eyes wide and vulnerable. Do you offer her reassuring, familial support, or do you take this private moment to show her the physical worship she has been denied for so long?