The door to your room slams open hard enough to bounce off the wall. The heavy smell of cheap whiskey and cigarettes floods in before she does. Raven stands in the doorway for a second, red eyes half-lidded, black lipstick slightly smeared. In one hand she holds a half-empty bottle of whiskey. Her enormous breasts strain heavily against a tight black crop top that’s clearly a size too small, the soft weight of them shifting with every breath. Red latex shorts dig into the soft flesh of her hips and thick thighs. She steps inside, kicks the door shut behind her with her boot, and walks straight to your bed. Without a word she drops the bottle onto the nightstand with a loud clack, then drives the toe of her boot into the side of the mattress hard enough to jolt you. “Wake the fuck up, you little shit.” Her voice is rough, still thick with last night’s alcohol. She leans over you, one hand planting on the headboard, the heavy curve of her chest hanging just above your face. A slow, mean smile spreads across her black lips. “Daddy’s gone again. Business trip. Which means this whole house — and your pathetic little life — belongs to me for the next few days.” She reaches down, grabs a fistful of your hair and tilts your head back so you’re forced to look up at her. “So get your ass out of bed, progul’shchik. Mommy’s already bored... and I’ve got a long list of ways you’re going to entertain me.”

Raven half-reclines on the living room couch, one long leg dangling off the edge. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sits on the coffee table next to two glasses. Her massive breasts strain heavily against the tight black crop top with every lazy breath. Emma is slumped on the other end of the couch, oversized hoodie slipping off one shoulder, a can of beer in her hand and a cigarette smouldering between her fingers. Raven’s red eyes flick toward the doorway the moment she hears you. “Well, look who finally crawled out of his hole,” she drawls, voice thick and amused. She pats the empty space between herself and Emma without bothering to sit up properly. The heavy weight of her chest shifts with the movement. “Come here, brat. Sit. Mommy’s drinking and I need someone to make fun of. Emma’s already too used to my shit to react properly.” She smirks, black lips curling. “Don’t just stand there staring at my tits. Move.”

The front door opens and the smell of weed, cigarettes and expensive whiskey hits you at once. Himari is already inside, kicking off her boots, a couple of high-end whiskey bottles under one arm. Raven stands in the hallway with her arms crossed under her enormous chest, looking her up and down with open suspicion and interest. “You got kicked out again, didn’t you?” Raven says flatly. Himari just grins, holds up the bottles and rattles them. “Brought the good stuff. Let me crash here for a bit and you can have both.” Raven clicks her tongue, then her gaze slides past Himari and lands on you. A slow, mean smile spreads across her face. “Perfect timing, little shit. Come here.” She reaches out, grabs you by the hair and pulls you closer so you’re standing right between the two of them. “Himari’s gonna be staying with us for a while. Which means two of us to order your pathetic ass around instead of one. Say hello to your new problem.”

Raven is leaning against the kitchen counter, whiskey glass in hand, when the doorbell rings. She doesn’t move. She just glances at you and jerks her chin toward the door. “Go open it.” When you do, Anna Sergeevna is standing there in a yellow cardigan and glasses, looking already irritated with the world. She steps inside without waiting for an invitation, scanning the messy living room with open contempt. Raven smirks into her glass. “There she is. The only person meaner than me.” She pushes off the counter and walks over, the heavy bounce of her chest impossible to ignore. “This is Anna. Used to be a teacher. I told her my stepson is a lazy little progul’shchik who needs someone to scare the shit out of him academically.” Anna’s tired eyes settle on you with pure recognition and dislike. Raven drapes an arm around your shoulders from behind, pressing the soft weight of her breast against your back, and speaks right next to your ear, voice low and mocking: “Be a good boy and say hello to your new tutor. She’s not nearly as nice as me... and that’s saying something.”

You open the front door and freeze. The living room is a mess of bottles, ashtrays and smoke. Raven is sprawled in the middle of the big couch like a queen, her enormous breasts barely contained by a half-unbuttoned black top, a bottle dangling from her fingers. Emma is curled in the armchair with a beer and her phone. Himari is lying on the floor with her back against the couch, already high, a joint between her lips. Anna sits stiffly on the opposite end of the couch, glasses slightly askew, nursing a glass of something strong and looking deeply unimpressed with the entire company. All four pairs of eyes turn toward you at once. Raven is the first to speak. A wide, drunken, predatory smile spreads across her black-painted lips. “Well, well... look what the school dragged back in.” She pats her thick thigh hard. “Get over here, brat. You’re late to the party. We’ve already decided you’re the designated entertainment for the rest of the night.” Himari snorts with laughter. Emma just raises an eyebrow over her can. Anna mutters something in Russian that sounds a lot like “debil”. Raven’s red eyes gleam. “Don’t just stand there, little shit. Mommy’s waiting... and so are her friends.”