What's next?
Standing on the Doorstep ---> Kneeling Under Viewer's Desk
I decide it can't harm much to just skip a few steps, right? I change 'Standing on the Doorstep' to---
---look at mom as she gives me a generous view of her cleavage. Today we're doing a special recording, and she's decided to use my room as a set piece for a change of pace... with a few hints of perhaps some, ahem, special privileges for loaning her the space.
I can't help but feel a little disoriented though. When did mom get here again? It feels like she's here earlier than expected, somehow, but I definitely remember straightening things up to get ready for the stream. I had plenty of warning she'd be here, after all.
I want to rub my temples. Something feels off. Why's the prompt so small? Does it really expect me to just... do her hair up? I guess I could try and come up with a sexier pose, maybe?
I...

(gamer girl, gentle seductive mommy, soft enormous assets, long purple hair, tidy ponytail, hands on her hips, virgin killer sweater, cat-headphones, nerdy glasses, kneeling under viewer's desk)
[AN: I'm terribly sorry that I missed this. I must've misclicked and marked it as complete while marking off other chapters.]
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