The Social Register-A '30s Park Avenue RP (Private)

[toxic34]

Even now, as America and the world found itself in the throes of a prolonged economic downturn since the Crash of '29, New York Society, made of the most affluent, blue-blooded old-money types, were still considered the cream of the crop. No more prevalent than on the famed property at 740 Park Avenue, a true jewel of real estate.

[AJbestpony]

The family who lived her had wisely chosen to hold their own shares and stocks overseas, rather than investing domestically. This had left their finances almost entirely intact despite the crash. Yet they did not squander their wealth; they were determined to put it to use, helping their fellow man.

[toxic34]

Here, right now, the family matriarch, one Evelyn Chapman, was awakening from a pleasant night's slumber.

[AJbestpony]

"Good morning, my lady," said her faithful and ever-present maid, Lilith.

[toxic34]

"Morning, Lilith," she said quite cheerfully.

[AJbestpony]

The maid smiled and maid her way over to her mistress, nuzzling her a bit. She then pulled back the covers to check a certain something.

[toxic34]

Evelyn wore diapers every moment of every day, for a variety of reasons. She had wet herself heavily in her sleep.

[AJbestpony]

"It would appear you are wet," Lilith observed. She then smirked and brought her hand to the front of Evelyn's diaper, rubbing it a little. She whispered sensually into her ear, "But perhaps not wet enough."

[toxic34]

She moaned a little as her faithful maid proceeded to stimulate her.

[AJbestpony]

Lilith wrapped one arm around her mistress and used her other hand to continue to rub her diaper. "Annnnnd... release!"