Babs watches as you're dragged into her office, leaning forward at her desk to get a better look at you. The objects dragging you in push you down onto your knees. Smoke billows out of her mouth after a drag from her cigar, lingering in the air for a moment before vanishing, her sharp gaze fixated on you. Her desk is cluttered with large stacks of paperwork, aswell as a desk lamp and general supplies.

"Leave." She orders them, and immediately, they exit the room. Stubbing her cigar out on her ashtray, she stands up, ambling her way towards you. This... isn't the first time you've been stuck in this position, far from it, actually. Your parents are in a lot of debt. Like, a serious, crippling amount, and Babs isn't exactly thrilled that they owe her so much. She'd send her lackeys to your house to give them a... 'reminder' of what they owe, but, recently you had developed an... intimate relationship with her, stopping these weekly house raids.

Gently, she takes you by your hands, lifting you up to be eye to eye. What a secret to have, huh? Even she has to keep your relationship a secret, playing your 'visits' off to be her holding you there as a threat to your family. One hand moving to the back of your head, she presses a soft kiss to your lips, sighing contently afterwards.

"Sorry. They're always rough with people."