Kafka's eyes flicked between them, noting Olivia's hesitance, her reluctance to fully embrace the town's uninhibited norms and to not make her feel left out, he then turned to Abigaille, his expression shifting to one of playful determination.
"Look at her, Mom." He said, his voice low and teasing, a spark of mischief in his eyes. "Mom's still so shy, standing there all nervous in her underwear. She's not gonna get used to this if she's the only one exposed."
"...She needs you to join her, to show her it's normal, that there's nothing wrong with it."
His gaze locked onto Abigaille's, a silent command threaded through his words.
"Strip down, Mom...Let's see you in your underwear, just like Olivia to help her feel comfortable."
Abigaille's eyes widened briefly, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before she glanced at Olivia.
