'What the heck? Wait, those ears... ufff! I was more scared than when Rosy dressed up as Aeloria.'
Something almost came out of my fright; I hadn't been paying attention to it, but the girl my brother was holding bore an almost identical resemblance to my mother Victoria.
"What are you talking about, what's your purpose, what do you plan to do with the antidotes and contracts?"
"Ah, yes, well... hmm, no, before that... can you tell me who that girl in your arms is and why she looks like m-your mother, Mrs. Victoria?"
"Huh? I look like who?"
The woman seemed puzzled by my words, but they are almost replicas, at least in appearance... except for her short pointed ears, typical of half-elves or dwarves.
She also didn't seem to have that soft, comfortable feeling and, of course, she doesn't have the aura of a milf, so she falls far short of my stepmother... wait, what was the point here?
