Madness knows no bounds, especially when uninterrupted and fueled by escalating excitement of young people.
The mother and daughter had completely broken down, in the most depraved sense of the term.
Two days later, at some point in the day:
"Mom... you've been at it for two hours straight. Shouldn't it be my turn?" Anna complained bitterly as she watched her mother enjoy herself.
"Absolutely not! How could two hours satisfy our Master? If I fail to conceive his child, can you bear the responsibility?" The chairman, Sophia was even more displeased with her daughter's lack of understanding of the situation. What kind of daughter interrupts her mother while she's trying to conceive for her lover?
"Of course I can bear it! Your Master is also my husband. Shouldn't I, as his wife, be the one to carry his child first?" Anna retorted angrily. Bearing Roland's child was her birth right, and it was she who should be the one to do it!
