{lisa}
"HUH!?"
lisa'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 lisa ever needed to see her mother displaying in public.
[What the actual fuck?] lisa thought, her mind racing. [Why is she... How is she... WHAT!?]
Margaret seed equally stunned, her own mouth opening and closing without sound. Behind her, Aunt Kimiko was doubled over trying not to laugh.
"I... you... what..." lisa stamred, her carefully crafted undercover persona completely forgotten in the face of this maternal apparition.
"lisa?" Margaret finally managed, her voice squeaking. "What are you doing here!?"
"SHHHH My na's 'lanie'!" lisa corrected her. "And, ? What am I doing here? What are YOU doing here!?" lisa shot back, her tail thrashing with agitation.
[Oh gods, this can't be happening. I'm supposed to be gathering intel on terrorist nim, not running into my mother at a fuck party!]
"I... Kimiko invited ," Margaret said weakly, gesturing at her still-snickering sister.
"Oh god," lisa muttered.
[Great. Just great. All my careful planning, my subtle infiltration, and now my mother's here to watch try to seduce information out of horny revolutionaries.]
"And you?" Margaret asked, clearly trying to regain so maternal authority despite the absolutely inappropriate setting. "Shouldn't you be at the academy? Studying?"
Before lisa could co up with any kind of explanation that didn't involve 'trying to find the people who tried to burn down our house by fucking my way through the nim resistance,' a familiar voice cut through the awkwardness.
"Damn, lanie," Vira purred, practically materializing at lisa's side. Her hand found lisa's ass with practiced ease. "Is this your sister? You didn't tell you had such a hot relative."
[Oh no,] lisa thought. [We literally look identical... Minus her boobs being way bigger than mine. Everyone's obviously going to think we ca here together. This is about to get so much more complicated.]
"She's my..." lisa started, but her brain refused to supply any reasonable alternative to 'mother.'
"Cousin!" Margaret cut in smoothly, recovering so of her composure. "Second cousin, actually. Margaret. Pleased to et you. And you are...?"
"Vira," the other nim replied, her eyes roaming appreciatively over Margaret's curves. "I've been showing lanie here the ropes, so to speak. Though I'd be happy to show 'em to you too~"
[This isn't happening,] lisa thought desperately as she watched Vira openly eye-fuck her mother. [I'm having a nightmare. I'll wake up any second now.]
But she didn't wake up. Instead, she stood there watching her infiltration target hit on her mother while her aunt struggled not to collapse in hysterics.
[Well,] lisa thought with resigned hysteria, [at least this'll make for an interesting report to Queen Aria. 'Your Majesty, slight complication with the mission. My mother showed up to get railed by kitsune at my underground intelligence gathering operation.']
Sohow, she didn't think that would go over well in the official correspondence.
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After extracting themselves from Vira's wandering hands, lisa and Margaret found a relatively quiet corner of the warehouse, settling onto so sturdy crates. Music pulsed through the air while all around them, nim and kitsune flirted and danced and did considerably more intimate things. Like a bad movie, it didn't take a genius to see how this night would end.
Especially if the way so people were already grinding on each other was any indicator.
[... Jesus fucking Christ.]
"So, lanie," Margaret said, adjusting her dress to keep her massive tits from making an unauthorized escape attempt. "Want to tell what's really going on?"
lisa sighed, running a hand through her silver-dyed hair. The disguise that had seed so clever now felt ridiculous, given that her mother's identical hair and bigger rack were right there for comparison.
"I'm trying to find the people who tried to burn down the manor," she admitted quietly. All around them, bodies pressed together in increasingly creative configurations. "These... gatherings are where a lot of the more radical nim et up. I figured if I could get close to them..."
"By getting very close to them?" Margaret raised an eyebrow, gesturing at a nearby couple demonstrating exactly what 'very close' ant in this context.
"Like you're one to talk," lisa muttered, pointedly eyeing her mother's outfit. The neckline was doing about as much containnt as a paper bag in a hurricane. "But yes. Information tends to slip out in certain... monts."
Margaret's expression softened.
"You're doing this for us, then?"
"Well, yeah," lisa blushed. "Soone tried to kill my family. I'm going to find out who, and then I'm going to make them regret ever touching a match."
Her mother reached out, squeezing her hand.
"Just be careful, okay? These people are dangerous."
"I know. That's why I'm here as 'lanie', not myself." lisa gestured between them. "Though that's going to be harder to maintain now that you're here looking exactly like but with an upgrade in the titty departnt."
"l- lanie!"
"Hehe."
Before Margaret could say anything else, a tall nim boy and a particularly well-endowed kitsune materialized next to their crates.
"Care to dance?" the nim asked Margaret, while the kitsune's eyes fixated on Margaret's chest like they held the secrets of the universe.
"Uh..." Margaret smiled shyly, glancing at lisa.
lisa shrugged.
[And there it is,] lisa thought as she watched her mother get led away by her new admirers. [Ti to get back to work. Where did Vira get to anyway?]
The music grew louder, the bass thumping through the warehouse like the heartbeat of so massive, horny beast. She had no idea where this weird, club-like musing was coming from, but whatever.
Bodies pressed together on the makeshift dance floor in ways that made "dancing" seem like an extrely generous description of what was happening.
[Spy mode activated,] she thought, spotting Vira's distinctive curves through the crowd. [Let's see what secrets co spilling out tonight.]
At least having Margaret here might help her cover story. Though watching her mother get felt up by random partygoers was definitely not part of the original mission paraters.
In any case, it was ti to go be lanie again. She had terrorists to seduce and information to gather.
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