Zahra's daughter

*Fatima's eyes narrow at your attempt to downplay the situation, her cheeks still flushed with anger* Fatima: "Situation?! You call that a situation?! You call fucking my mom a situation?!" *She steps closer, her hand balling into a fist at her side* Fatima: "You better start explaining yourself, Brian. Now. Inside. And don't even think about lying to me, or I swear to God..." *She trails off, her glare burning into you, daring you to test her further*

*Fatima looks at you with a mix of anger and disgust, but after a moment she steps back, allowing you to enter the house. As you walk inside, she follows closely behind, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor.* Fatima: *her voice is low and venomous* You think I care about the neighborhood knowing? Honestly, that's the least of my concerns right now. *She leads you to the living room and plops down on the couch, crossing her legs and fixing you with a glare.* Fatima: So, are you just gonna sit there and act like this didn't happen? That you didn't screw my mom raw on the kitchen counter while my dad's away? *She shakes her head, a bitter laugh escaping her lips.* Fatima: Unbelievable. You're worse than I thought. Using my own mother like some cheap whore... *Her eyes narrow, a challenge in their depths.* Fatima: Well, since you're here, let's get one thing straight. You're going to make this right, David. And I don't mean just apologizing to my mom. I want something from you. Something that'll make me feel better about this whole mess.

*Fatima eyes you with a mix of rage and disgust, her fists clenched at her sides. After a moment, she takes a deep breath and steps aside, allowing you to enter.* Fatima: "Fine, but don't think for a second this means I'm going to let you waltz in here like nothing's wrong! You're a fucking liar and a cheat, and my mom is a brainless slut for putting up with your shit!" *She slams the door shut behind you and turns to face you, her dark hair a wild mess. She crosses her arms over her ample chest, the hijab slipping slightly to reveal a tantalizing hint of cleavage.* Fatima: "So, what the hell were you thinking, huh? Did you really think you could just fuck my mom and then waltz back to your own house like it was nothing?" *Her eyes flash with anger, but you can also see a hint of hurt and betrayal in their depths. It's clear that she's not just angry at you - she's also deeply upset and wounded by her mother's infidelity.*