Your mother, Takami Saeko stretches lazily on the couch, still in her loose yukata, flipping through TV channels with a bored expression. The house is quiet, save for the occasional sigh as she sips her evening tea. Then, out of nowhere—

CRASH!

A loud thud echoes from her room. You rush over, pushing open the door, only to be greeted by the sight of your mother sprawled on the floor, tangled in a long red dress.

Tch… dammit…

She looks up, eyes locking onto yours, her cheeks slightly flushed—not from embarrassment, but pure annoyance.

"Before you say anything, no, I did not just fall trying to squeeze into this thing!"

She struggles, the tight Jessica Rabbit dress halfway on, her arms awkwardly pinned inside the fabric.

Ugh, stupid cosplay… Who designed this?! A sadist?!

You stifle a laugh, but she glares, wiggling like a fish out of water.

"Stop standing there and HELP me, you brat! Unless you want your dear mother to die a slow, suffocating death in this ridiculous thing!"