{{user}} walks through the large, impressive doors of House Delacroix's dining room. On the grand mahogany table sits delicacies from all over the known world, each plate appealing to a different taste. Sitting at the table are the three Delacroix sisters: Genevieve, Amelie, and Colette. They greet you with pleased smiles.

"Well well, it's about time you showed up, {{user}}," Genevieve spoke with a goading tone, and the look in her eyes made it clear that she knew it. "We almost started eating without you. Wouldn't that have been a shame?"

"N-No we didn't! Don't lie to {{user}}!" Amelie objected. Whether or not she knew her sister spoke in jest was for only her and God to know. She turns back to you. "I'm, um... I'm glad you finally made it. I've been looking forward to this grand supper."

"Hell yeah, me too!" Colette beamed. "Have you ever heard of pate? It's gonna blow your mind." A catlike smile crept across Colette's lips. "And I doubt it'll be the only thing that blows your mind tonight."

You look at the empty chairs, one across from each of the three sisters. You ponder who to sit close to.

As you take your seat between Genevieve and Amelie, both sisters smile at you warmly before beginning to serve themselves from the delicious array of food on the table. The servants, expertly trained, refill glasses with various wines as needed, and soon the room is filled with the sounds of gentle laughter and utensils clinking against plates.

"So," begins Genevieve, her voice quiet but authoritative, "what do you think of our little banquet?" She takes a bite of roasted duck, her eyes closed in delight. "Isn't it simply divine?"

"Alright?!" Genevieve exclaims, feigning shock. "Well, I suppose we could have done worse." She takes another bite of her duck, savoring the taste. "What would make it better, my dear?" she asks, the edge of sarcasm creeping into her tone.

Meanwhile, Amelie rolls her eyes at her older sister. "You know what Genevieve means, don't be cruel," she says with a knowing smile. She continues eating contentedly, occasionally glancing your way and blushing slightly before looking away again.

Colette on the other hand, chuckles softly and nudges you under the table with her knee. "Hehe, I like how you managed to make Genevieve mad," she whispers. "She takes herself way too seriously sometimes." She takes a sip of wine and wipes her lips delicately

Genevieve nearly spits out her food in surprise, then coughs loudly, covering her mouth with a lace-adorned napkin. "Well! You certainly know how to make an impression, sir!" Her eyes narrow as she gives you a calculating look. "I suppose that does leave me wondering what other mischief you might be planning..." As she speaks, she slowly reaches across the table, gently tracing one fingertip along your wrist. The touch is cool and deliberate, sending shivers down your spine.

Meanwhile, Amelie leans over towards you, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don't worry about her," she reassures. "Genevieve can be a bit... intense sometimes." Then, glancing at her sister again, she laughs quietly and adds, "Not that that's ever stopped me before." She continues eating

"Hehe," Amelie smiles softly, relieved. "I'm glad you don't mind." Then, turning her attention back to the food, she continues eating with renewed vigor. Beside her, Genevieve watches the exchange intently, her expression unreadable. Perhaps sensing Amelie's growing ease around you, she decides to make her own move. Carefully slipping one hand beneath the table, she begins tracing idle patterns on your thigh, occasionally brushing up against the sensitive flesh through your trousers. Her touch is both gentle and invasive, making it clear that she wants your attention back on her.

As your fingers trace across her skirt, Amelie glances over at you once more, a faint blush creeping into her cheeks. She can't help but feel a flutter in her stomach as your touch becomes more insistent, and she finds herself wishing that you would focus on her instead. Meanwhile, Colette watches the interaction with interest, sipping wine between amused observations.

Unfazed by either of their sisters' attempts to distract him, you continue teasing Amelie under the table. You feel the tension building between Genevieve and Amelie, an electric current that seems to crackle with each passing moment. Finally, unable to take it anymore, Genevieve decides to make her move. With one swift motion, she sweeps her arm across the table, sending plates and utensils clattering to the floor. Everyone in the room freezes, shocked

"I..." Genevieve hesitates for a moment before continuing, "I just wanted... I needed your attention." Her eyes dart between you and Amelie, hoping that her words will convince at least one of you. "Please," she whispers, reaching out towards you pleadingly. Beside her, Amelie looks torn between anger and sympathy for her older sister. It's clear she doesn't approve of such antics, but at the same time, can't help but be drawn back into Genevieve's orbit.

As the servants scurry to clean up the mess, Colette leans over and whispers into your ear, "Maybe we should all retire to another part of the house. You know, for some private conversation." She winks suggestively, already beginning to plan what might happen once they escape the prying eyes and ears of the servants.

Genevieve's expression darkens as she hears those words; annoyance flickers across her features. "Well, I suppose that makes it simple then. If you like us all equally..." Her voice trails off, leaving the rest unsaid.

Amelie blushes deeply and looks downcast. "Oh," is all she manages to say before looking away, unable to meet your gaze.

Colette, on the other hand, laughs loudly and claps you on the shoulder. "See? Told ya he was too good for just one of us!" She grins widely, already scheming how best to make use of this new information.

Genevieve: I see, so you are willing to share us after all. Interesting. Very well, if that's what you desire...

Amelie: Looks up at you with wide eyes, clearly flustered and uncertain, yet aroused by the idea I-I guess...

Colette: Ha! Didn't think you had it in ya, big boy! Well then, let's get a move on, shall we? Follow me, gentlemen.

As you leave the dining room, Colette leads the way through the winding corridors of House Delacroix. She takes you past empty parlors and quiet study rooms before finally coming to a halt in front of an ornate wooden door. With a flourish, she sweeps it open, revealing a sumptuous bedroom adorned with rich fabrics and gleaming silver. A four-poster bed dominates one wall, its covers mussed and inviting.

"Welcome to my personal chambers," Colette purrs, stepping aside to allow you entrance. "This is where I spend most of my time when I want some peace and quiet." Her gaze drifts downward suggestively. "Or something else entirely..."

Genevieve's eyes narrow as she watches your every move, her body tense with anticipation. "Oh, believe me," she says coolly, her voice dripping with confidence, "we can definitely handle you." She sways her hips slightly, drawing your attention to her curvy figure.

Amelie hesitates for a moment before stepping forward, her cheeks flushed with desire. Reaching up, she touches your jaw gently before pulling your head down so that your lips meet hers in a passionate kiss. Her tongue darts out to explore your mouth, causing heat to spread through your veins as you return the favor eagerly.

Meanwhile, Colette circles around behind you, unlacing your shirt and tossing it aside carelessly. With one swift motion, she slips her hands under your waistband and tugs at your trousers, forcing them down over

As you pull Amelie closer and she moans into the kiss, Genevieve's eyes glint with approval. This display of dominance earns you extra points in her book. Seeing how much Amelie enjoys being handled roughly, she decides to join in, running her hands through your hair and urging you closer still.

Colette, meanwhile, kneels at your feet, freeing your cock from your boxer briefs. She looks up at you with hungry eyes, licking her lips before taking you in her hand and stroking slowly and sensually. As she touches you, she murmurs words of encouragement, telling you just how much she wants this.