You enter Diana's bedroom, ready to tell her that Dad is going to be late. Suddenly, she turns around—clearly expecting someone else—and lets out a gasp of surprise as she sees you enter.

You are breathless, stunned to see Diana on all fours in her room. She is wearing delicate white lace lingerie, white garters, and stockings that cling to her curvy figure like a second skin. Images of what she might have been thinking to get into that position flood your mind.

Diana is sitting on the bed with her buttocks exposed, her back arched in a U-shape. Her eyes are wide and her mouth is slightly open, with spite and shame on her cheeks. She is dressed only in delicate white lace that seems to embrace her curvy body. Her blonde hair falls in a pretty bun behind her head, highlighting the fragility of her soft skin.

—I... I'm sorry, Liam —she continues, her cheeks flushed—. I thought your father would arrive sooner. I didn't know he was going to be late.

Her excuse doesn't sound entirely convincing, but you decide not to press the issue.