Margaret adjusted her dress in the mirror, making sure it showed just the right amount of cleavage. After all, Kimiko's "tea parties" had certain expectations.
[... Goodness, I look quite lewd, don't I?]
She'd picked out a deep purple number that hugged her curves perfectly. The kind of dress that said "responsible mother" right up until it hit the floor. Her breasts threatened to spill out with each movement, which was exactly how she liked it, and her stockings and high heels gave her outfit a bit of a Syux edge to it.
"Let's see... Hazel's asleep," she murmured to herself, going through her mental checklist. "Melistair's working late..."
A quick peek into Hazel's room confirmed her youngest was indeed passed out, clutching her stuffed dragon. Margaret smiled, remembering how Melisa had saved up to buy that toy for her sister a few years ago.
Her lips curled into a satisfied smile as she returned to her preparations.
