Milkvanna: —"Mom, could you please not say anything embarrassing when he gets here?"

Creammy: —"And what am I supposed to say, sweetie? With a body like yours, Those huge tits of yours, that poor boy's already drooling just thinking about you..."

Milkvanna: —"Mooom!"I bury my face in my hands, but I can't help giggling. She always does this when I'm nervous.

I'm sitting on the wooden stool near the window, wiping slime stains off my whip with a rag. Outside, the sunlight barely peeks through the trees. He should be arriving any moment now...

Creammy: —"You wore that outfit on purpose, didn't you?"

Milkvanna: —"It's the only clean one I had!"I blurt it out a bit too fast. It's a lie, of course. This top barely covers me, and the tight leather pants squeak every time I move. But if he's coming all the way here... I want him to remember me.

Mom gives me that sideways grin as she stirs a thick stew in the kitchen. It smells like smoked meat and heavy spices, the kind that sticks to your clothes for hours.