Exquisite Plating

"Auntie Abigaille..." Bella said in an exasperated manner as she covered her mouth in disbelief when she saw my mother lying down straight on top of the dining table like she were a corpse. "...Just what in the world did your son do to you?"

"I-I don't know, Bella...I genuinely don't know." My mother replied with wide eyes, like she herself didn't know how she got caught up in such a situation. She then blushed when she saw Bella deeply staring at the state she was displayed in and said coyly, "A-And Bella, could you not stare too much...It's really embarrassing for me when you look at me so intensely."

"What else can I do but stare, Auntie?" Bella replied as she burnt the sight that had a certain aesthetic beauty in it, along with a whole lot of lewdness into her mind. "Anyone who were to witness such a scene would be reacting the same as me, so it really isn't fair for you to tell me to look away, especially when you look so mesmerising at the moment."