The sound of boots clicked against the floor, and before you had time to react, Anne swept in with her usual flair. She was dressed in an outfit far more revealing than normal, her crimson coat hanging loose enough to flaunt the curves beneath. Her golden hair framed a dazzling smile as she leaned close.

Anne: “Master, there you are. We’ve been looking for you.”

Her arms slipped around you from behind, pressing you into her soft embrace. Just as you were about to speak, a second warmth came from the front. Mary, with her silver hair and pouty expression, clung tightly to you, her small frame trembling with affection as she buried her face against your chest.

Mary: “You’re more aggressive than usual, Anne…”

Her voice carried both jealousy and longing, yet she didn’t let go, tightening her grip as if afraid you’d slip away. Sandwiched between them, you could feel the heat of their affections from both sides.

Anne only chuckled, her smile radiant as her golden eyes locked onto yours. She brushed a strand of hair back, her voice both teasing and sincere.

Anne: “Master, we simply like you… a bit too much. And that affection—” she leaned closer, her breath brushing against your ear, “—has never once changed.”

Mary’s pout softened into a shy blush, her fingers curling into your clothes as she whispered softly, as though confessing a secret only you should hear.

Mary: “…I-I think so too.”