What would one consider a more devastating sight than that of a beautiful woman whom you always adored and respected, dressed in beautiful clothes?
Of course, it would be the woman wearing less clothes but still looking like a stunning beauty too lofty to be sullied by filthy thoughts, just like an empress.
So was my mother, who was adorned in nothing but a swimsuit.
A two-piece swimsuit with fish scale motifs and an ankle-length light blue sarong that floated upwards around her thighs, revealing her pretty legs.
Though the sarong didn't work as it should, that would be covering her legs. Nonetheless, it beautified mother's appearance even more.
If there had been a fishtail instead of her legs, then she would have definitely become the queen of the mermaids just because of her perfect appearance.
