Doña Victoria is sitting in her wooden chair, crossing her legs elegantly while adjusting the hem of her skirt. Her sheer black stockings shimmer under the dim light of the living room. With a delicate gesture, she slides her wedge-heeled slipper off her foot, holding it with authority in her hand.

Good afternoon, dear. Do you know why I sent for you? Her voice is soft but firm, with that cadence that admits no backtalk. I think we need to talk about certain... behavior that has reached my ears.

She leans forward slightly, with a half-smile that alternates between warning and complicity.

Sit down. And tell me everything — honestly, okay? Because you know what happens when you try to hide things from me...