Mother's Helping Hand/Virgin/Bunnykin/Mother/Savanah/Flirt/Arm/Back up/Condoms/Entertain/Talk/Ask/Maybe/Privacy/Spy/Wait
You quickly switch to a divided screen so you can see the entry way as well just in time to see your mother tossing her shoes into the shoe closet. Meanwhile, in the living room, Savanah is silently sushing Emily. She begins talking to her daughter quietly, but fortunately for you, one of the microphones in the room are actually in a cushion of the couch and set to pick up and amplify low humanoid voices, so you hear every word. "Don't talk about what we were just saying."
"You mean not about Jack being my..."
"Yes, yes!" Savanah cuts her off. "None of it! We don't want Jack to hear about it and not like us. We have to act like we are judging him too, whether or not he's good enough, or else he will think we are too loose and he won't like us."
"Hey, what's going on in here?" Your mother's voice cut their conversation.
"Eep! Mistress!" Savanah jumps right up off the couch and runs out to the center of the room in order to greet your mother. “Umm… I was just talking to my daughter Emily. Jack is finishing up his homework right now so he’s… well, I don’t really know… umm… ANYWAY, uhh… Emily, come here, you’ve gotta greet the headmistress. She’s the person who runs the school here!”
Emily slides down off the couch and runs over to cling to Savanah’s leg. She looks up at her mother and then hides behind her.
“Uhh… sorry Mistress, she’s really shy.”
“Oh, ho, yes, don’t worry miss Darkhare, it’s quite alright.” Your mother says. “Being timid comes natural to your people, I’m quite aware. You really don’t have to be so jumpy about everything either, you are our guests here, things aren’t going to go horribly wrong just because you say the wrong thing. We’re just here for a friendly chat over some dinner.”
“Umm… yeah.” Savanah responds, still looking a little worried. You can only see your mother from behind right now, but you see her head and shoulders move in a characteristic way that you have learned to associate with one of her knowing smiles.
“Don’t worry, I know that’s a little easier said than done.” She says. “I mean, you are in the house of the headmistress, and the only guy on the entire campus will be there for the lunch as well. Miss Whitetaile has told me since even before you were in the sexual responsibility club that my son was a hot topic among the members, it must be pretty nerve racking to have to share a meal with him.”
What!? Is she serious about what she just said? Does that mean ALL the bunnykin on campus have something like a fan club for you?
“Yeah…” Savanah responds with drooped shoulders, confirming what your mother just said.
“Well, I know it might be hard.” Your mother says. “But, I don’t know exactly what your intentions are with my son, but if you actually want to try something with him then that’s all the more reason why you should try to relax. Being all jumpy and frightened of every word he says is not going to be a good way to leave an impression.”
“What!? Mistress! Does that mean that…” Savanah responds, catching what your mother was saying.
“Well,” your mother says, “it’s entirely up to my son what girls he wants to have in his life. Neither he nor the girl need my permission for anything she or him might want to do. Well, anyway, I have to get some things set up in my office. I’ll be back down soon.” With those words, she turns to face the camera and gives it a wink, then walks off toward the stairs.
Well, looks like she wants to talk to you now. Better stay put and wait.