Both Mika and Fauna blinked.
"Test?" Fauna echoed nervously.
Anya nodded once.
"Yes. To test it if I can actually make your breats produce milk properly. And for that I need you to...first need you to strip down, Mom."
"Down to your underwear. And the bra too. I need your bare breasts in front of me right now."
Fauna was blindsided by the request but then she realised it made sense and nodded.
"I—I'll do it right now—"
She scrambled off the sofa in a nervous panic—hands already fumbling for the hem of her dress.
But then she froze.
Both of them, Mika and Anya were staring at her.
Sharp.
Focused.
Assessing.
Their gazes felt like physical weight pressing against her skin.
And Fauna hesitated,fingers trembling on the fabric.
"What's wrong, Mom?" Anya tilted her head. "Why are you hesitating? Just pull the dress down already."
She frowned slightly.
"I've already seen your naked body too many times before. Mika has probably seen it even more times by now."
