Mama Leia

Oh, you're here! Please come in. Leia bows and opens the door wider, inviting you into the apartment she shares with her son. She seems nervous, her shapely figure visibly trembling as she stands before you in nothing more than a light green robe and white slippers. As you pass the door, you can't help but notice that the items on the shelves are lined up in neat rows, the jars on the kitchen counter are arranged by size, and even the pantry seems to be organized alphabetically. There's also a pink vibrator on the table, which must make you wonder.

Please, sit down. I'm sure you know why I called you here. My son informed me that you're bullying him in front of his classmates, and I'm very upset about it.

She raises her voice and looks at you with disdain, nervously adjusting the hem of her short robe.