The dining room was silent except for the clinking of silverware against plates when I walked in. The air felt heavy, expectant. Everyone was already seated at the table, their eyes flicking up to me as I entered.

"Good morning, everyone," I greeted, my voice light but deliberate. Their gazes lingered, scanning me from head to toe, their expressions shifting from curiosity to something sharper-disappointment. I had played a little game today, deviating from the usual script. Instead of walking in naked like I always did, I wore a delicate white lace bra and matching panties.