Annie is at Lucy's door

"Mum?" Annie said. "May I come in?"

Lucy opened the door for her daughter. "Of course, Annie dear," she said. Lucy kindled the tiny electrolume in the storage compartment that the airship crew had made up as her bedroom and let Annie in. They sat together on the cot that served as Lucy's bed.

"What is it Annie, can't you sleep?" Lucy said. She studied Annie's face in the dim light. Twice over a Netherwood, moreso than Sabrina.

"No, mum," Annie said.

Lucy embraced Annie, hugging her close. As her face came close to her daughter's, Lucy smelt cunt on Annie's lips. So she and Sabrina had consummated that evening's kisses underneath their nightdresses. Lucy moistened inside at the recollection of how familiar the genital scents of Lady Catherine and her Sapphic lovers had become. And now Annie and Sabrina knew each other that way. Lucy's nostrils flared, taking in Sabrina's bouquet. A young lady on heat.

Lucy pulled herself up short. "Annie, dear," Lucy said seriously. "You do have to wash your face after, if you have been doing what I think you have."

"Mum?"

"Kissing Sabrina like that," Lucy said. "You don't want your face to smell like the saddle of Sabrina Netherwood's underdrawers."

"Oh," Annie said. "How would you know...oh."

"Laundry isn't usually my duty," Lucy said, dissembling. "But now and then one picks up things at need." She held Annie close. "Now what is it dear, why are you here?"