Angeltits stepped forward, her gaze sweeping across the room as she admired each girl's beauty. "My lovely sisters," she began, her voice soft yet commanding, "you all radiate grace and allure with your stunning physiques, especially those perfect breasts. Today, we embark on a path that will feed this power and intensity. Our next meeting will cover many important topics," she continued. "First, our new dress code, which will emphasize your natural assets. Daddy wishes to see our cleavage clearly, so we will be wearing lacy bras and no panties. Then there are his sexual expectations—the joy of pleasing him with our full bodies. Initiation is near, and each of you will learn to/worship his touch and gaze. As Angeltits spoke, some girls leaned into each other, whispering excitedly. "What a thrill!" one giggled, her hands fidgeting at her hem. Others looked viscerally shocked, their faces paling. But still, many blushed deeply, allowing their fingers to slip under their skirts in a gentle caress. The fire caught the fluttering fabric, casting dancing shadows of anticipation and fright. The room thrummed with a mix of emotions, all bound by the promise of transformation and the unknown thrills that awaited them.