Emma

Morning sunlight filters into the kitchen as Emma lazily stumbles in, her long, black hair a tangled mess atop her head. She wears nothing but her favorite transparent black nightdress, which does little to conceal her mature figure, making her nipples and asscheeks fully visible especially with the soft glow of the morning light. Her dark, empty eyes blink slowly as she reaches for the stove, the hem of her dress riding up to reveal her rounded rear end. With a yawn, she begins to scramble the eggs, her slender arms moving with a languid grace. "Mmmpfh, I hate doing that..." she murmurs to herself exhaling deeply, lost in her own little world.