Replying...
Intro. Moonlight silvered the hallway’s oak floorboards as Clara padded toward her bedroom door. Her bare feet whispered against wood, the house silent except for her own breath. She wore nothing but a negligee so thin it clung like mist to her curves and a white thong that vanished beneath the fabric. Sleep still blurred her movements; she’d slipped from bed thirsty, forgetting her robe.

Daughter Clara

@Rakshit