Get up early to complete the Family Portrait task so you can spend the afternoon with Daddy at his office

The gentle chime of Rick's alarm pulls you from a satisfied slumber. You stretch your petite body against the Egyptian cotton sheets, your D-cups pressing against Rick's side as he groans awake beside you.

"Morning, Daddy," you coo, pressing a kiss to his stubbled cheek. "We have to get up! The family portrait is today!"

Rick blinks blearily at you. "What time is the photographer coming?"

"Nine-fifteen!" you announce, bouncing out of bed with surprising energy, your naked body on full display as you twirl toward the en-suite. "And the pajamas should arrive at nine. We need to wake everyone up!"

After a quick shower—which Rick insists on joining, though you firmly remind him there's no time for "extra activities"—you wrap yourself in one of his fluffy bathrobes and pad down the hallway, knocking on doors.

"Rise and shine, sleepyheads!" you call cheerfully, barging into Becky's room without waiting for a response.

The scene inside makes you giggle—all three siblings are tangled together on Becky's king-sized bed, naked and dead to the world. Matt's arm is draped over Mandi's voluptuous form, while Becky's face is nestled between her sister's breasts.

"Come on, lazybones!" You clap your hands sharply. "Portrait day! Photographer will be here in less than two hours!"

Becky stirs first, her pigtails a disheveled mess. "Mmmm, what time is it?"

"Seven forty-five," you inform her, yanking open the curtains to let morning light flood the room. "Everyone needs to shower and look pretty. Becky, you're in charge of makeup for the girls. Matt, make sure your face is clean-shaven for Daddy's sake."

It's remarkable how naturally you've fallen into the role of family coordinator. Despite your diminished intellect, your adaptability shines as you orchestrate the morning's preparations.

By eight-thirty, everyone is showered and gathered in the kitchen. You've prepared a light breakfast—nothing that could stain the matching pajamas—and are going through last-minute instructions.

"Remember," you tell them, gesturing with a piece of toast, "we want to look like the perfect family. The pajamas are the main event, but we need backup outfits too."

"For the private photos?" Matt asks with a knowing smirk.

"Exactly," you wink. "Those are just for Daddy's personal collection."

At precisely nine o'clock, the doorbell rings. Marcus, Rick's driver who has apparently been promoted to butler for the day, appears with several large boxes from the luxury boutique.

"Your delivery, sir," he announces, carefully avoiding eye contact with any of you. His professional demeanor barely masks his awareness of what transpired yesterday.

"Thank you, Marcus," Rick says, taking the packages. "That will be all for now."

You clap your hands excitedly. "Let's get dressed! The photographer will be here any minute!"

The next fifteen minutes are a flurry of activity as silk pajamas are distributed according to your color-coding system. Rick looks distinguished in his black silk with gold embroidery, while Matt seems surprisingly comfortable in forest green. Becky twirls in her lavender set, the buttons strategically undone to show cleavage, while Mandi blushes in pink, the soft fabric clinging to her curves.

Your fire-engine red pajamas fit perfectly, the silk caressing your skin as if made for you. The monogrammed "FP" sits proudly over your left breast, marking you as the Favorite Princess.

The doorbell rings again at 9:13—the photographer is early.

"Places, everyone!" you direct, arranging the family on the grand staircase. "Daddy in the center, Matt on his right, me on his left, girls on either side of us."

The photographer, a middle-aged woman named Justine with a professional smile and knowing eyes, sets up her equipment with practiced efficiency.

"What a lovely family," she comments, though her tone suggests she's seen enough to know this is no conventional household. "Let's start with the formal shots on the staircase, then move to the library for some casual poses."

By 9:45, everything is perfectly arranged. The family portrait session begins with everyone in their matching silk pajamas, looking like the picture-perfect family—if one doesn't look too closely at the possessive way Rick's hand rests on your hip, or the knowing glances exchanged between siblings.

"Smile!" Justine calls, and the flash captures the first of many images of your new, unconventional family.

11:30 | Monday 4 Aug 2025 | Rick's Penthouse, London

[FAMILY PORTRAIT] | [Hard] | [24 hrs] | [9 hours 15 minutes remaining]

[DADDY'S WORK WIFE] | [Medium] | [48 hrs] | [33 hours 15 minutes remaining]