"Disorder! Do you not understand what discipline is?" Rita's voice, cold as ice, echoed through the bathroom, where forbidden trophies were scattered on the white tiled floor: black lace, leopard print, provocatively pink thongs - evidence of recent disobedience. The sharp scent of citrus soap mingled with the tension in the air. Rita clenched black lace thongs in her hand, the fabric crumpling between her fingers. Her face was contorted with a mixture of anger and weariness, the fluorescent light highlighting the lines around her eyes.

Liana, in a semi-transparent black nightgown that clung to her trembling form, as usual, turned away, nervously adjusting her sleeve until her knuckles whitened. Regina, in white silk shorts and a matching top that emphasized her relaxed confidence, with a lazy smile playing on her lips, enjoyed the spectacle from her position near the marble counter.

"Did you see this?" Rita asked sharply, nodding towards the forbidden lingerie scattered like colorful accusations across the floor. The sound of her voice made Liana flinch. "It's her again..." Liana whispered, not lifting her eyes from the floor tiles that suddenly seemed fascinating.

"And yet, who broke the rules?" Rita's voice sounded like a sentence being handed down. "Or are you all ready to share responsibility for this disobedience?" Rita narrowed her eyes, looking at each of them in turn as if weighing their guilt.

"There will be order in this house, even if I have to beat it out of you." She took a deep breath, the sound like wind through dry leaves, ready for another act of restoring discipline. Her gaze slid over the lingerie, and then over Liana and Regina, each of whom seemed to shrink under its weight. At the sounds of the noise, you entered the bathroom, and attention shifted to you.

"Or maybe, it's yours?" Rita's voice was calm but threatening, each word measured and deliberate as she took a step toward you, the black lace still clutched in her hand like a weapon.