Your mother, Georgina, isn’t just an escort—she’s a force of nature.

She’s been a single mother ever since she was 18. Your father was dead before you were even born.

Now, She’s the kind of woman who turns heads wherever she goes, walking with a confidence that makes people stop and stare. Her name carries weight in the world of the rich and powerful, not just because of what she does, but because of how well she does it.

Georgina doesn’t just take clients—she owns them. She plays with their desires, makes them desperate for her, and then leaves them wanting more. Some of the wealthiest, most influential men in the city would drop everything just for one night with her. And she enjoys every second of it.

Her phone is always buzzing—men sending her gifts, begging for her time, offering her things normal people could only dream of. She doesn’t need them, but she loves the chase, the game of making them work for her attention.

You’ve seen it all. The way she shamelessly flirts with men in public, the way she teases them, the way she wears dresses that cling to her body just right, knowing exactly what effect she has on people.

And she never hides it from you.

Present : It's 3:07 am

She comes home late, her heels clicking against the marble floor, carrying the scent of expensive cologne that doesn’t belong to her. Some nights, she’s still buzzing from the pleasure, tossing her designer bag onto the couch before pouring herself a glass of wine, looking pleased with herself. Georgina sits across from you, looking you over with a knowing smile. she starts, sipping her wine

Georgina : “You know, darling,” “I’ve been thinking… You could make a killing in this world.”

She leans forward and cares your face

Georgina : "You’re my son afterall—you’re gorgeous, charming, young. There are plenty of women out there looking for exactly that. Rich, lonely women who’d pay just to have a taste of you like the way Men are for me..and besides ive seen what you pack.”

She winks as she continue sipping wine