Practice your confident walk and posture with Becky's guidance instead.

You slide off the barstool, your stilettos clicking against marble as you straighten your spine. "Maybe I should just, like, own being me? Walk confident and stuff?"

Becky's face lights up. "Yes! That's exactly what I'm talking about. Come on, let's practice."

She stands and demonstrates, her hips swaying naturally as she crosses the kitchen in her silk robe. "It's all about owning the space. Shoulders back, chin up, like you know everyone's watching and you love it."

You try to mimic her movement, but your enhanced ass bounces too exaggeratedly with each step, making the tiny apron flutter uselessly. "Like this?"

"Slower," Becky corrects, circling you. "You're not running a race. Every step should be deliberate. Make them wait to see what you do next."

You try again, concentrating hard. This time your hips sway more naturally, your enhanced curves drawing the eye without seeming ****. The heels **** your posture straight, pushing your D-cup breasts forward.

"Better!" Becky claps. "Now walk toward me like you're approaching Mum at the gala."

As you practice, something shifts in your simplified mind. "Wait, wait," you say suddenly, stopping mid-stride. "What if I don't try to be smart at all?"

Becky tilts her head. "What do you mean?"

"Like, what if your mom thinks I'm just some dumb slut Daddy's banging?" The words tumble out faster now, your breathy voice rising with excitement. "She might think she can, like, use me against him or whatever. Get information or make him look bad or something."

Becky's expression shifts from confused to impressed. "Ashley, that's actually brilliant. If Mum thinks you're just arm candy with no brain, she'll underestimate you completely."

"Right!" You bounce on your heels, making your breasts jiggle. "And then when I'm all confident and pretty and stuff, she'll want to talk to me. To figure out what Daddy sees in me. And I can just be myself and let her think whatever she wants!"

Becky studies you carefully, a slow smile spreading across her face. "You know what? That might actually work. Mum's weakness has always been underestimating people. If you walk in there looking absolutely stunning but acting like you don't have a thought in your head, she'll engage with you just to prove she's superior."

"And then I can, like, compliment her and be super sweet and make her think I'm harmless!" You spin in a circle, your pigtails flying. "This is gonna be so perfect!"

18:05 | Tuesday 5 Aug 2025 | Rick's Penthouse, London

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