Standing on the Doorstep ---> Squatting on the Dance Floor

After a bit of thinking, I've got it! Let's just move her off my doorstep to somewhere 'spicy.' It might delay our Mother's Day plans a bit, but I'm sure a change in locale won't do much to mess her - or our relationship up. Especially since I still have the feed, some she'd still be transmitting to me of her own will somehow, right? Right.

I flex my mental muscles, and--

--the apartment walls turn to a neon dance floor--

---dancers fill the background, silhouetted by---

---mom's smile grows wide and--

'Standing on the Dance Floor' is replaced with '_Squatting _on the Dance Floor' and Mom's lurid dance posture shifts as she collapses down to her knees and pops a squat, just as planned. Damn, she has a talent for sexiness. The latex minidress, the hand between her legs, and the sheer heedless enthusiasm in her face... Man, I love watching Mom's Mother's Day club-dives. She's such a party girl, and she really knows how to flex that sexy, youthful body of hers when she hits the dance floor.

I wonder who's filming her today? A friend? A random stranger? It makes me regret sleeping in: I could've gotten a front row seat to the stream. Maybe even get a little bit of in-person audience participation, heh.

Well, it's fine. She'll come crash at my place when she's done and we can hang out watching streams and playing video games like usual. Maybe find some low-effort ones, or some of the ones done by the other Moms her age: See if she takes it personally and demonstrate the way it's meant to be done again, heh.

Anyway, making Mom hit the floor a little closer than usual was fun. What should I do next?

(gamer girl, lustful mother, average build, long purple hair, tidy ponytail, taking a selfie, long dress, slutwear, purse, squatting on the dance floor)