{Melisa}
"HUH!?"
Melisa's jaw dropped as she stared at her mother across the warehouse full of horny nim and hung kitsune. Her brain short-circuited, unable to process the sight of Margaret in a dress that showed off way more purple tit than Melisa ever needed to see her mother displaying in public.
[What the actual fuck?] Melisa thought, her mind racing. [Why is she... How is she... WHAT!?]
Margaret seemed equally stunned, her own mouth opening and closing without sound. Behind her, Aunt Kimiko was doubled over trying not to laugh.
"I... you... what..." Melisa stammered, her carefully crafted undercover persona completely forgotten in the face of this maternal apparition.
"Melisa?" Margaret finally managed, her voice squeaking. "What are you doing here!?"
"SHHHH My name's 'Melanie'!" Melisa corrected her. "And, me? What am I doing here? What are YOU doing here!?" Melisa shot back, her tail thrashing with agitation.
