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“Your… robe?” You blink for a moment, trying to process what she just asked. Her robe? The silk one she’s wearing? What did she mean, take it off? You know what those words mean, but surely she can’t mean…?

“It’s what I usually do when I’m alone, you see!” The older woman adds quickly. “And I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it, surely?” She laughs to herself, and you’d almost think it sounded a little forced if you didn’t know better. “Well, I don’t think of myself as a prude, and I trust you, Alex. So, I think I will take it off, and we’ll just treat it as normal, okay?”

Oh! She must have put on some other clothes between then and now. She’d clearly been wearing only underwear under her robe when she’d spoken to you earlier, but… Yes, that made more sense! “O-of course!” You smile and nod at her, mentally smacking your forehead for being dumb as always. Mrs. Simons smiles back at you, a mix of relief and excitement on her face. “It’s your home, after all! Don’t worry about me! Do whatever makes you comfortable!”

“Sure!” Mrs. Simons gulps and licks her lips. “I mean, yes, what a lovely thing to say, Alex. Yes, I will make myself comfortable.” She reaches for the silken ties at her waist and gently plucks them open with her long delicate fingers. The robe slackens and she opens her robe to reveal…

Oh… She’s not wearing more clothes than before.

Oh.

Oh, heck.

(Apologies for this being a day late, but I was unexpectedly sick yesterday, so I couldn't post it! Hopefully, the length makes up for it!)