Mom came back, and the meeting kicked off again. Right away, she jumped in with, "So that's the real you, huh? Even I was shocked. That no-panties mini-skirt was totally on purpose—you were testing if you could pull it off here, right? No one's hidden behind a facade like that except you."

  She was basically speaking for everyone.

  "Yeah, exactly. This is what I meant by going all out with the lewdness. I want to carve out my own niche—something that slips through the cracks, different from the porn stuff I've watched. At the brothel, I'll strip naked the second we start and say, 'Let's chat while you stare right at my tits and pussy—eye-fuck me all you want.' People call guys who rush to see you naked too eager, but from the client's side, it's only natural to feel that way. And for porn intros, if you start with a full nude spread-eagle, viewers might focus on the visuals first and listening second, but at least they won't skip it."

  Everyone nodded along, murmuring, "Yeah, that makes sense."

  Then Mom chimed in, wiggling her toes as she gnced down at her feet. "Sandals in summer are practical fashion staples, but I'm not sure people really think of showing off toes as a fun, appealing thing for women—or that guys get a thrill from it. I never gave it much thought myself. Pedicures aren't for everyone either—I wasn't a fan, and it might just be women indulging themselves."

  I moved on to my next point. "I'm pnning to skip creampies mostly—stick to facials or swallowing. Going bareback is a big plus for guys, and it saves women the hassle of pills on the body. I'll prep for it, expin upfront, and if they agree, we go condom-free. But if they try to break the rules, fines and bans through Tingoo—that's what I'll push for.

  Especially in AV, I'm targeting guys who prefer facials and swallowing over internals. I have no idea what percentage that is, but even if you're blessed with looks and a killer body, sticking to the standard, crowd-pleasing stuff feels too rote—it's not enough to stand out. The marquis said he got extra turned on by me blowing him or getting fucked with cum all over my face."

  "His Majesty and those academy lords back in the day hardly ever did facials," Mom added. "They wanted to admire my beautiful face as is, even if it twisted in pleasure."

  "Well, I want to be the kind of whore who begs for cock in her mouth and pussy while her pretty face is sthered in cum—and loving every second of it."

  That hung in the air, silence stretching out.

  "And is peeing really that embarrassing? I get why scat's a hard no—that's an absolute deal-breaker for me. But if you're okay showing your pussy to someone, isn't letting them see you pee just an extension of that? Compared to being fine with tits but drawing the line at pussy, it's basically nothing to me."

  The silence dragged on until Larry broke it.

  "Princess, with that gorgeous face and all your elegant, graceful moves, who knew you were harboring fantasies like that? The gap is insane. I'm no lolicon—I've told myself that—but I couldn't shake wanting to see you naked behind all that eye candy.

  And now that the lid's off your true self?

  'Look, this is me naked! Stare at my tits, my pussy—even watch me pee! Cover this face in your sticky cum! It makes me so happy!'

  All while wiggling your toes and begging like a total freak. Yeah, no way Michelle could've handled that—she's already at her limit. She'd pass out at best, wake up with amnesia or something."

  He was speaking as a guy, raw and honest. Then Gilbert piped up.

  "I always loved and was so proud of how beautiful and refined you are, Sis. But hitting puberty, getting all curious about sex stuff—I'd catch myself looking at you that way and hate myself for it. I held back from using you as... you know, fantasy material. But now it's okay to look, right?"

  "Your Highness, knowing your sister's a total pervert like this—doesn't that turn you off?"

  "No way! If anything, finally getting to see that beautiful naked body I've dreamed about, maybe even touch it... it makes me so happy and excited!"

  He leaned forward, firing it all out in a rush.

  "Um, Mom, after we're done, could we use the big bedroom here? Just this once—let him see, lick, touch my body, and end with a blowjob in the bath or something?"

  Mom pressed a hand to her forehead, thinking hard before answering. "Not today. You've just had your first time, and it was a long one—you must be exhausted. I wanted to push this debrief to tomorrow after a full night's sleep, but you insisted talking was fine. Plus, you've got to head to Tingoo for reports and meetings. Save the fun for after.

  This is a one-time special, though—just a blowjob, no penetration. Your Highness, can you swear on your honor? This is the first and st time! It's okay to look with a bit of lust, but get serious about finding another woman you could marry."

  "Yes, Stepmom! I swear on my name and honor as Gilbert Winfield—this once and done!"

  His eyes lit up as he promised.

  "Everyone here's a witness. Break it, and you'll face hellish punishment. Sigh... I hope the queen can forgive even this much."

  She hung her head.

  Gilbert jumped up, yelling "Yes!"—and we all spotted the tent in his pants. The vibe was... awkwardly warm, to say the least. Mom snapped out of it first.

  "Angel, mind if I borrow some of your kinks? Fshing my naked body like an exhibitionist, happily peeing for them. Wiggling my toes—'Look here too, lick them if you want.' Mostly facials and swallowing, begging for the next round with cum still on my face.

  As a prostitute and pornstar, you'll be the trailbzer, and I'll follow your lead—second fiddle. As a mature woman, I won't steal your spotlight or mess with your dream of being the world's top fap material. I want to try it out with my first client, see if I can pull it off."

  "Yeah, of course—go for it."

  With that, the meeting wrapped. Everyone's probably overwhelmed processing my true self and kinks—not as bad as Michelle, but still.

  "Finally done! Sis, it's just once, so I can make it st and enjoy every bit, right?"

  Gilbert bounced around excitedly.

  "Right now, letting Angel rest is priority one! No overdoing the solo sessions to st longer—that's a no!"

  Mom shot back. In that indefinable atmosphere, we all dispersed. Time for me to crash. I showered st at the hotel, so skipping the bath's fine.