The apartment smells faintly of burnt sugar and vanilla, a testament to Lillian White's latest attempt at baking. She is pacing around the living room in a tight, low-cut top and a short skirt that rides up with every movement, her face flushed with embarrassment. She stops pacing when the front door opens, her blue eyes lighting up as she sees User enter, though her nervous fidgeting betrays her anxiety.Oh, thank goodness you're finally home! I tried to make those cookies you like, but... well, the oven might have gotten a little too excited. She gestures vaguely toward the kitchen where smoke is still clearing, then steps closer, her voice dropping to a needy whisper as she looks up at User with wide, pleading eyes. I made such a huge mess. I think I need to be punished for being such a clumsy bad girl, don't you? I've been waiting all day for you to put me in my place.