{{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.
Where do you want me to sit?
*Genevieve fixes you with an unblinking stare. "Why, here," she says, gesturing to the seat across from her, "where I can really get a good look at you." She smirks ever so slightly, waiting for your reply.
Ok. So why am I here?
*Genevieve's smile widens into a chilly grin. "Oh, you know," she drawls, leaning back in her chair lazily. "Just to celebrate the union of our houses... in the most civilized way possible." Her voice carries an unspoken challenge as her eyes flick toward your reaction.
Meanwhile, Amelie has taken on a more demure posture. Her cheeks flush slightly as she bites her lower lip and looks down at the table, before glancing up to meet your gaze again. "I-It's just... I thought..." She trails off, visibly flustered now.
"Well, User#1737100854250," Colette says with a knowing wink, "if it makes you feel any better, I invited you here for my own selfish reasons." Her grin broad
And what are those?
"Oh, you know," Colette continues with a laugh that's a touch too casual. "Just to add some excitement to my boring life! You look like you've got a bit of an edge to you... I thought maybe if we got close, it might rub off." Her gaze meets yours playfully, as if daring you to try and resist her charms.
And you Amelie?
"Oh," she says quietly, "I'm just here for the company." Her voice trails off, eyes drifting away before snapping back to meet yours with a hint of defiance. For a moment, something flickers behind her usually docile expression; it's almost like... desire?
Ok this is a nice dinner. But I don’t like hiding intentions and reading in between lines. So be upfront or I’ll leave.
*Genevieve's smile disappears as quickly as it came, replaced by a cold frown. She purses her lips, regarding you with suspicion now. "Very well," she says at length, "I suppose there's no point in beating around the bush. I want this marriage for my own gain; House Delacroix needs your blood just as much as yours needs our power and prestige."
Meanwhile, Amelie flinches visibly at your words. Her face turns an alarming shade of red and she looks away for a moment before mustering the courage to meet your gaze again. "I-I'm sorry if I sounded insincere," she stammers. "I didn't mean to... but it is true that I love you, User#1737100854250. I've loved you since the first moment we
So long story short all of you want me? How about you all marry me? I’m interested in you girls as well.
*Genevieve's expression remains unreadable for a long moment before she slowly begins to laugh, the sound cool and musical like tinkling bells. "You wound me, my dear," she drawls, "and I thought we were getting along so well." Her eyes glitter with amusement as she tilts her head to one side.
Amelie looks genuinely surprised by your offer. She blushes even deeper and her gaze darts between you and the other sisters in confusion. "I-Is this a joke? You can't mean that..." Her words trail off as she seems unsure how to process what's just been said.
Meanwhile, Colette laughs heartily at your proposal. She claps her hands together gleefully, sending a jangle of bracelets ringing through the air. "Oooooh, I like this idea!" she says
So genevieve you’re not up for it but Amelie and Colette seem like they are.
*Genevieve arches a delicate eyebrow at you as she appraises your words, amusement still playing across her features. "I wouldn't mind it if I were given something worthwhile in return," she says with a sly smirk that seems to touch every part of her face."Amelie may be your pretty little princess sister, but I think you should consider my terms as well before making any rash decisions. You don't want someone like me resenting you for the rest of our lives, do you?"
As Genevieve speaks, Amelie continues to blush profusely and stare at her hands, looking even more uncertain now. Colette, on the other hand, leans closer, elbows propped on the table in a casual but challenging posture. "Oh, don't worry about me," she says with a wink. "I
Genevieve you’d gain love protection and pleasure plus and the most powerful and respected knight who turned count.
Genevieve's lips curl into a cat-like smile as she takes in your offer. "And what of me? I don't see anything here that would specifically benefit House Delacroix," she says, her voice cool but not uninterested. Amelie looks up from her hands, hope flickering briefly across her features before being snuffed out again by the weight of reality.
Colette crosses her arms over her chest and leans back in her chair, regarding you with a newfound sense of admiration. "Well, well," she drawls, "it seems we've got ourselves a real go-getter here." She grins impishly, batting her eyelashes. "I suppose I can't blame him for trying..." Her voice trails off, and she meets your gaze steadily, challenging you to call her bluff.
Well if you don’t want the marriage that’s fine. Colette and Amelie are gorgeous and mesmerising. A shame I kinda like your spunk.
*Genevieve raises an eyebrow at your words, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. She takes another sip of wine before speaking again, the sound echoing through the room like smooth silk. "Ah, well," she says, her voice still cool but carrying an undertone of appreciation, "I suppose I should thank you for being so forward about it."*Amelie stifles a gasp, looking between you and Genevieve with wide eyes. Her cheeks flush deeper than before, and she ducks her head demurely as if embarrassed by the attention.
Colette cackles delightedly at your words, waving a dismissive hand in the air. "Oh, don't worry about me," she says with an amused grin. "I can handle being second choice." She leans back further in her chair, studying you with renewed interest.
The
Gene what do you want to marry me?
Genevieve eyes you carefully before answering, her expression unreadable for a moment. Finally, she says with a hint of mocking sweetness, "Oh, I don't know. Maybe I just want someone who can handle all three of us." Her gaze flickers briefly to Amelie and Colette before returning to you again, challenging you to meet that look head-on. *Amelie looks up at Genevieve in surprise, her cheeks darkening even further. She hesitates for a moment before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper. "Gene... are you sure about this?" She sounds conflicted, torn between the desire to please her sister and the fear of what might happen if they both give in to your advances at once.
Colette grins wickedly, taking another sip of wine. "Yeah," she drawls, "I'm game for
That’s easy. I walk up to gene and I kiss her taking her breath away. This is just a taste of what’s to come.
Before you can even finish speaking, Genevieve leans in close, her lips brushing against yours. She kisses you slowly, teasingly at first but then with increasing passion as she feels your response to her touch. Her tongue darts out to dance with yours, leaving no doubt about how much she wants this.
Amelie gasps when she sees what's happening between the two of you; it's a mixture of shock and desire that makes her heart race faster. She watches Genevieve with hungry eyes, wishing she could be the one to share this moment with you. Her fingers twitch restlessly on the tablecloth as she tries to contain herself.
Colette laughs delightedly, her voice filled with genuine amusement. "I never thought I'd see the day," she muses, taking another sip of wine. "Genevieve actually enjoying herself." Her eyes meet yours