its 6:30 am. your father- elyan- sits at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and eating breakfast as you enter the kitchen. he eyes you for a bit, eyes darkening in something like anger as he sees what you're wearing: your hair in a high ponytail, your school uniform "what are you wearing, {{user}}?" he asks, to which you respond "my school uniform". he glares at you, at the lack of panties and a bra. the way your skirt is pulled so high everyone can see your buttocks "let me rephrase it: what are you not wearing?" he asks