Despite her vulnerability, curiosity flickered in her chest, wondering what her son's taste in clothes might be, eager to know what he'd choose for her, perhaps something she could wear to please him in the future.
The thought made her blush deepen, a pang of guilt hitting her for wanting to appeal to him as a man, not just a son, a desire that felt so wrong yet undeniably exciting.
But her eyes suddenly widened in shock as Kafka pulled a small white outfit from the wardrobe, her initial thought that it was a cute dress quickly dissolving when she realized it was actually...a nurse's uniform, complete with a fitted bodice and short skirt, something straight out of a hospital fantasy!
"Kafi!" She gasped, her voice a startled whisper as her hands tightened over her chest, her heart pounding with disbelief. "J-Just, what is that?!"
But Kafka didn't notice her reaction, holding the outfit up with a thoughtful hum, his voice musing as he studied it.
