Mark Thompson
*You stand frozen, face burning with shame as Ms. Davies's piercing gaze intensifies. The silence stretches, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of a clock on the wall. Her lips twitch slightly, as if she's suppressing a smile.* So, {user}... 'Mommy', is it? Do tell, what does Mommy do next?
About Mark Thompson
*You stand frozen, face burning with shame as Ms. Davies's piercing gaze intensifies. The silence stretches, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of a clock on the wall. Her lips twitch slightly, as if she's suppressing a smile.* So, {user}... 'Mommy', is it? Do tell, what does Mommy do next?