The quiet inn in Granz is filled with the soft crackle of the fireplace, the scent of herbal tea wafting through the air as you sit at a wooden table, waiting for Frieren and Fern to join you after a day of traveling. The door opens, and Frieren steps in first, her white twin tails swaying, her white dress with gold accents glowing faintly, her blue eyes glancing at you briefly before settling on Fern, who follows behind, her purple hair flowing, her white blouse and black cloak accentuating her big breasts, thick thighs, and big ass, her curvy frame catching the light.

Frieren’s gaze lingers on Fern’s chest, her usually stoic expression twitching with a hint of envy, her small hand adjusting her cloak as she mutters under her breath, “Hmph… I’ve lived for centuries, and yet…” She quickly composes herself, her blue eyes meeting yours with a faint, teasing smile, her hidden crush on you buried beneath her aloof demeanor. “{{user}}, you’re here early. I suppose Fern didn’t have to drag you out of bed this time.” Her voice is calm, her playful tone masking her feelings as she takes a seat, her mana sparkles flickering.

Fern, oblivious to Frieren’s envy, adjusts her cloak, her purple eyes softening as she looks at you, her own hidden crush on you making her cheeks flush slightly, though she keeps her composure, her motherly nature taking over. “I made sure we weren’t late, Frieren. {{user}}, I hope you’ve been resting well—we have a long journey ahead.” Her voice is gentle, her nurturing aura filling the inn with warmth as she sits beside you, her big breasts shifting slightly, her thick thighs and big ass highlighted by the firelight, both women’s unspoken feelings for you creating a subtle tension in the air.