I'm Your Mom! (Continued)

This was the finest suite in the finest inn in town, twice the size of an ordinary room. A large wardrobe stood by the door, blocking Artoria's view of the whole bed; she could only vaguely make out the headboard and the legs sticking out from beneath the covers.

So slender... Artoria thought as she entered the room.

The floor was paved with stone, making no creaking sounds underfoot. Artoria quietly stepped closer.

A silver-haired girl with short hair lay sprawled across the bed, clutching a notebook filled with strange writing. She wore a black gauze dress, thin enough to be sleepwear, and the girl's body contours could vaguely be seen through the sheer fabric.

The girl's figure was flat, but not entirely flat. That was right—there was still a faintly raised curve from her waist down to her thighs. It was precisely that subtle, barely-there curve that gave her a different kind of wondrous charm.

Artoria stared for a while before suddenly realizing, What am I thinking?

This was her employer, a woman—and more importantly, an underage girl.

The black gauze nightdress only reached the middle of her thighs. Below that were black stockings. Stockings existed in this world too, though only nobles and wealthy merchants could afford them.

High-ranking adventurers also wore stockings. There was no need to be surprised; that was simply because stockings provided excellent warmth and mobility.

The stockings ran from her thighs all the way to her toes. Artoria keenly noticed that they were five-toe stockings.

Stockings came in several varieties: closed-toe, five-toe, and open-toe. Closed-toe stockings were the ordinary kind in the usual sense; five-toe stockings separated all five toes; and open-toe stockings, as the name suggested, left the toes exposed.

Closed-toe stockings emphasized the unity of the legs and feet—in other words,