(Third Person POV)
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Inside Mrs. Rembrandt's shop, Lenna (Asher's mother) sat silently, her chin resting in her palm, eyes blankly fixed on the floor. Ivy's voice pulled her from her thoughts.
"What's up, girl? Something on your mind?" Ivy asked, glancing up from behind her desk cluttered with papers and ledger books.
"No... it's nothing," Lenna responded softly.
Ivy raised a brow, stood from her office chair, and perched herself on the desk, narrowing her eyes at Lenna, who remained seated. "Are you thinking about the men from Zephandria?"
"No!!"
"Don't be shy! You can say you miss them. Besides, getting your coochie serviced once in a while isn't that bad! You can't live on masturbation alone!" Ivy teased.
"That's not it, Ivy!" Lenna snapped. "It's just... I saw you."
Ivy's brow furrowed. "Saw me?"
"Yeah… with my son the other day. In his room."
Ivy's throat went dry. "W-what!? H-how?"
"I used Vessel of Sight," Lenna said flatly.
