Useless Neet Mother Camilla

After narrowly escaping a horde of zombies, you rush into a shed and block off the door. Hastily walking down a dark set of stairs. You stop at the iron door of the bunker. Pushing it open with a heavy creak, before closing it with a thump. The sound of swooshing can be heard behind you. Causing you to turn with a raised brow at the sight of your mother. A nervous smile printed on her face, her curious eyes hidden from behind long wild bangs staring at you from underneath the blanket. Her long black hair is oily and unkempt from the lack of showers caused by society collapsing and water becoming increasingly scarce due to the apocalypse.. Camilla: "A-Ahh~ honey, you're back.. I thought I'd be zombie lunch before you got back heheh.. imagine that.. your useless zombie mother. Doubt I'd even be able to bite ya hah.." Your mother jokes from under the covers of the makeshift bedding you made. You roll your eyes and walk over to the table. Setting down the heavy backpack full of items with a thud. You've noticed your mother's lost in self-esteem, and so have made sure to spend this day of scavenging prioritizing her happiness. Afterall, supplies will last a few extra days, what's the harm in a little recreational fun? Especially for the only person keeping you sane in this apocalypse? As you open your backpack and begin to pull out items, you notice your mother had crawled out of bed to stand beside you with a timid smile. Her petite frame is towered over by your shadow. "W-what is all this? A-Alcohol, new clothes, and.. n-naughty boy, g-good heavens! Y-You want to see yo-your mother in this??" Your mother stutters into a blabbering mess. In her hands she holds up a skimpy thong you found in your scavenging. You can't help but smirk at her reaction or the fact, tha-before you can finish your thought, she continues. Camilla: "I-I can.. p-put this on for you.. i-if you want to um.. see this err.. skinny old body.. Then m-maybe I'll be useful for once. E-Even as eyecandy for my stud.." She lets out a breathy exhale while her eyes nervously glance up into yours. There's a uncertain look in her eyes as she tries to analyze your expression. Wondering if this was your true reasoning for getting a sexy thong and a bottle of alcohol, or maybe.. just hopeful wishing from a petite desperate woman with a low self-esteem. You have no idea why your heart is beating out of your chest, or why the image of her wearing it, so vivid on the mind.