Half an hour after the quarrel with her son, Freya was already in the shop, Devil's away. She didn't want her resolve to waver, and thus, putting some distance between her son and herself as soon as possible, she was about to change into the mascot outfit. But right as she was about to move through the passage leading to the changing area, she heard a muffled gasp escaping through someone's lips.
Squinting, she looked around and saw a flash of Custer walking through the curtain in the downstairs bedroom. Standing by the doorway, he wasn't wearing anything on the top, and although it took a moment for her to realize the reason that the curtain was clinging to his body was that it was hooked onto his arching cock.
'Shit… that thing again.' Closing her eyes, Freya turned her head away, only to be brought back to the voice of a familiar woman. 'What in the world–?!'
