Things take a turn for your benefit

Akvi leads you through a few small hallways filled with books, before coming to a small alcove, closed off from the rest of the building by a door. “These are my personal chambers” she says, “it’s where the kettle is, so please sit down.”

The furniture is all a bit undersized, but you manage to make yourself more or less comfortable. There’s a closed book on the table, she must have finished it and not bothered putting it away. You peer at the cover, looking for any illustrations that would tell you what the book might be about.

You have no idea what you’re looking at. It seems to be a bunch of fancily-dressed people, all humans from the look of it, crowding around and discussing something important. Well, if you could read you’re sure you would find it interesting.

“Where is it, where is it” you hear Akvi muttering, bending down to scrummage through a cupboard, “I know I left the tea here somewhere.” As she looks, you notice that she’s let her dress ride up her back, leaving her ass exposed to you, covered by only a surprisingly skimpy set of bloomers. You try to ignore it, but she makes it harder as she slowly moves around, causing her round cheeks to sway enticingly for your view.

After a stunningly long amount of time, giving you a good opportunity to drink in her ample assets, Akvi finally finds her tea. “Here you go” she says curtly, taking a pair of teacups and saucers and placing them down on the table. She busies herself with making the tea for a few minutes, leaving you awkwardly tapping your fingers on the table till she finally pours your drink.

You’ve just barely taken a sip when she lets out a cry. “Oh no!” she declares, as you notice a stain on her robe. “I spilt it, damn.” You wonder if she’ll change, and if that will give you an excuse to leave, when Akvi just throws off every single article of clothing she has, sitting back down stark naked. “I hope you don’t mind my bare body, guest” she says calmly, as you stare in shock.

Alright, you know enough about this town to realise that this is her is telling you to fuck her rather than some weird nudist thing, but you’re not sure how exactly she wants you to go about doing that. Momentarily, all you do is sit there, still holding your cup of tea as silence fills the air.