[Matisse]

Greta's gaze was of stone. Nothing would have made her yield.
"There is nothing to discuss, Leah. I have decided your punishments, and you take them all the way. No use for pleading. You will be treated the way I listed." she said to the older girl.
She then looked at the middle one, adding "And Kylie... destroying the nasty raputation you have before it brings you to some fatal errors is exactly my goal. When this quarantine will be over and you'll be free to go out, be sure that none of those boys will want to have an affair with you."
She didn't say anything to Jennifer, only giving her a stare to let hem know she hadn't forgotten her.
The woman then pointed at the dining hall table... which had a chair for her and three highchair big enough to fit them. On each one there was one of their names printed on it, with an associated epithet: Potty Princess Leah, Diapers Queen Kylie and Little Baby Jennifer.
"There is where you will sit." she said.
But instead of leading the daughters there, she began to push them toward the guest room.