You get dressed

You put on the clothes, some shorts and a button up polo. They fit fairly tight, and seem a bit worn, but you aren't really concerned with that right now. You feel like it rides up in the crotch a little too much, almost to where it leaves little to the imagination in terms of your package.
You hear some metal noises rattling while you're in the bathroom.

As you come out, Amelia comes out of the kitchen and approaches you. "So, care to tell us what happened?"
"It's complicated," you say. "I'd really like to make a phone call first, if that's okay."

"Certainly." She hands you her cell phone. Shit, you realize you don't have any of your friends numbers memorized.

"Mind if I use your internet to message someone to come get me?"

"Sure," Amelia says.
You go onto messenger and send a message to a couple of your friends. They've all been away for at least 2-3 hours... probably out partying. There's no telling how long it'll be til they see the messages.

"I sent it, but no reply yet."

"Well," Amelia says. "I was just finishing up dinner. You should join us while you wait for your friends." Starving you think, 'why not?'

"That sounds great," you say all goofily.

"Great, Emily prepare an extra spot at the table, and fetch the girls from upstairs, would you?"

"Girls? How many daughters do you have?" you ask.

"3. And it's been just the four of us for years. My husband passed away a while back."
Makes sense now why there's all the pink lighting, you think to yourself.

At this point you really notice Amelia's features as a woman. She obviously has her makeup done up, and despite being older and a little larger, she still carries this seductive look to her. Her nail polish is an immaculate red.

"I'm sorry," you say.

"It's quite alright." she says. "Anyway, if you'd like to head into the living room, I'm sure the girls will be down shortly. I'll call you when the food's ready."