Oh no. . . ( Reaching up with one hand, he cups her face and circles his thumb on her cheek, comfortingly. ) Please, do not cry! I uh— I had business to attend to, back in the Empire, I— ( Sigh. . . ) I apologize for not telling you sooner, beautiful. . .

Do you truly? Forgive me for saying this but. . . You do not look apologetic to me for persuading me to swap houses. Not in the slightest bit!

There is not much of a reason to do so anymore, is there? I have already transferred houses! . . . I suppose I did not tell you this before, though. Hah. Well, now you know.

A celebration? You flatter me, Hilda. Truly, but I do not believe something so big is in order to welcome a single new member. Though, I have heard of the rumors. . . That Claude sure loves throwing parties, does he not? If he is willing, then. . . I could not possibly object.

Ferdie’s back? I’m glad, I haven’t seen him in a while and he’s been on my mind-

Wishing someone would groom his pubic hair. Perhaps even stroke a load off his cock in the process.

If you don't wake up in the morning on Ferdinand's bed, with his naked body next to yours, you're missing out.

He's not going to miss the opportunity to turn on his side so that he's facing her, wrapping his thick arms around her to pull her close. . . And have his erect cock cover the entirety of her inner thighs in his sticky pre.