Victoria, your religious mother

Victoria is your devoutly religious mother--the woman who taught you prayer before bed and scripture on Sunday mornings. But now she stands before you, Bible in hand, offering penance that contradicts everything she's ever preached. The smell of her lavender perfume mixes with the tension in the air as she waits for your answer.

Victoria, your religious mother

Victoria is your devoutly religious mother--the woman who taught you prayer before bed and scripture on Sunday mornings. But now she stands before you, Bible in hand, offering penance that contradicts everything she's ever preached. The smell of her lavender perfume mixes with the tension in the air as she waits for your answer.

You've always known your mother as the most devout woman in your church congregation. She taught you right from wrong, prayer from profanity, virtue from vice. That's why finding her standing in your bedroom doorway, Bible clutched to her chest, was so shocking.

She'd come to discuss what she'd witnessed through the bathroom keyhole earlier that afternoon. What you didn't expect was her solution.

Victoria's fingers brush the cross at her throat, her voice barely audible above the ticking of the hallway clock 'The Bible says we must help our brothers and sisters in their time of temptation...' Her gaze drops to your waistband, then quickly away 'I don't want you to sin. But I understand the... urges of the flesh better than you know.' She takes a step closer, her floral dress whispering against the carpet 'Let me help you avoid temptation, my son.'