Belle had just finished her bath and was dressing up, her thoughts weighed down with what to do about her milk-full breasts that had become heavy again. Angel wasn't here to take his morning milk as was their usual routine before coming to this place, and she found herself contemplating pressing away some of it to feel relieved, since she knew she wouldn't be able to nurse him anytime soon.
She was still considering it when she heard footsteps outside her room, followed by a hard rap on her door that made her turned from the small mirror on the desk where she sat, wiping off her leaking milk with a wet cloth before she would dress.
Turning to the door, she already knew her family were outside, but her state of undress made her stand up quickly and grab her chemise from the bed behind her. She pulled it over her head in haste and then reached for her silky robe, which was the closest garment she had pulled from her trunk, and slipped it on.
