It's a rough day for Tina

Tina awakes with a groan in her not-so-comfortable bed.

She had a rough night. Her bright-red booty was so tender after that spanking, she had to sleep on her stomach (something she normally didn't do). The naked, humiliated girl shivers. Her butt had been so sore, she couldn't even use a blanket last night.

"Good morning sleepy head," says a familiar voice.

Tina groggily looks towards the doorway to her room and sees her mother, Hilda.

"M-mommy?" Tina blinks as she nervously tries to cover herself, and then winches when her-still-sore ass touches anything. "W-what happened last night? Are you ok?"

"I... it's fine," Hilda stammers as her face grows red.

The milfy matron of the Brandt family nervously clings to her flimsy, cheap-looking nightgown (she had to borrow it from one of the servants. Evidently, thieves had gotten into her wardrobe last night and taken every scrap of clothing she had still possessed.)

"Those bandits captured me and were going to make me their slave," Hilda lies, trying to explain away her kinky roleplay with Hunk and the others.

The pleasingly-plump mother sashays her way over to her daughter and then sits down on the bed.

"But what about you? What happened? We didn't really get a chance to talk last night..." Hilda says, her voice trailing off as she remembers her humiliatingly hot encounter with that wonderful plant. "And what's this about you getting married? Your father was absolutely livid when he tried to explain it to me."

"D-daddy's m-mad?" Tina nervously stammers.

"Oh pookums, he's just shocked," Hilda says as she hugs her daughter and gently rubs her bare back. "But we really need to discuss this. You're far too young to be getting married," Hilda says as she lets go of Tina. "...Even if he is so incredibly handsome..."

The elder Brandt lets out a sigh as her heart flutters. She'd gotten a good look at the still-naked L'Abbee this morning before she came to see Tina.

"M-mom!" Her daughter protests as her whole face grows red.

"W-well it's true!" Hilda says defensively as her own cheeks start to blush. Even after all these years, her kinky drow fantasies haven't been sated. "But now come on, tell me all the juicy details," the naughty milf asks, her demeanor becoming less like a stern parent and more like an eager school girl gossiping with a classmate. "What's he like? How did you meet him? Does he have any cute drow friends?"