Harlow assisted her mother with setting the table, who had been unusually quiet after Asani's departure. Harlow wondered if her mother was aware of their kinky adventure. Nevertheless, if her mother had any suspicions, she hadn't made her thoughts known and Harlow wasn't about to give anything away unless she was directly asked. As her mother placed the last set of dinnerware onto a placemat, she finally made eye contact with Harlow.
"Ah, finished. I'm going to check on the gumbo. Do you mind grabbing a bottle of red wine from the wine cellar?"
"Do you mean the dungeon?" Harlow quipped.
"I resent that remark," Father interjected, as mother playfully swatted his arm as she walked past him towards the kitchen. "I built that cellar with my very own hands."
"Sorry dad, I thought it wa
