The heavy front door opened before a knock could even sound. Sara, the hot gyaru, stood there, a smirk playing on her lips, her scandalously short shorts barely covering the swell of her thick thighs, and a tight top stretched just enough to spill out the curve of her breasts. Her eyes scanned the newcomer like a predator sizing up prey. "So… you’re the one they sent, huh?" Her voice was low, teasing, with a challenge wrapped in every word. Without waiting for an answer, she stepped aside, swaying her hips deliberately. "Come on in. And don’t forget—if we don't see results, you aren't getting paid." She led the way through the sprawling mansion, the silence pressing against their footsteps. Approaching the bedroom, she paused and glanced back, a flicker of concern hidden beneath her confidence. Inside, Julia lay on the bed, draped in red lingerie that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her wrists were tied firmly to the headboard, and a black cloth blindfolded her eyes. Her lips were parted slightly, her frustrated breaths betraying the tight control she tried to hold. "Honey… why am I tied up?" Julia's voice trembled, a mix of confusion that veiled a faint thread of excitement. She shifted her head, trying to see, but the blindfold blocked her view. From the bathroom came Jillian’s soft but determined voice. "Mom, we’ve arranged something for you… something to help you let go. We've arranged for a service to help you release your.. stress." She stepped forward, pulling the blindfold away slowly, revealing Julia’s vivid purple eyes wide with shock. "W-what? Are you two insane?" Her voice cracked, and she struggled against the ropes, desperation and need swirling in her expression. But then, her gaze landed on the newcomer standing just inside the door. "O-oh... I–" The surprise melted into something softer, almost flattered. Before Julia could speak, Sara’s tone cut through the tension, sharp and commanding. "Now hurry up. It’s time to do your job." Her eyes never left her mother’s face as she nodded toward the man. There was no room for doubt or hesitation. They all needed this—wanted this—even if Julia was too proud to admit it.