Pose the Manneq-Ann

Ren ordered Sumire to bring Ann over as Futaba worked her way down his back.

"Thank you, Sumire, you really are... fit and fun!"

Sumire instantly began to do jumping jacks. "Good job on getting a pre-workout massage, sir!" she said. "It does the muscles good. When you're done, I got an intense routine for you."

"Can't wait," Ren said.

He bent Ann at the waist so her tits were right over his mouth, then wished away her clothes.

He began to suck and lick her nipple, all while Makoto and Haru kept up their dance.

"Mmm," Ren said. Ann's tits smelled amazing, no doubt some expensive perfume she wore. He scooted he closer and began to finger her. All while Ann stood stock still, eyes glazed over.

"Okay, Makoto. Help me out."

Makoto's dancing ceased and she stood up, Haru following suit.

"Sir," she said in a serious tone. "Shall I plan out your schedule for tomorrow?"

Ren nodded. "Of course." In reality, he just wanted time with Manneq-Ann.

Makoto and Haru went into what was now designated as Makoto's room, Makoto throwing a sexy sway into her hips, which Haru copied.

Ren pulled Ann onto his lap.