"Well?" Sylvain looked back up, seeing Ingrid had stopped twerking, and was standing there glaring at him. Dorothea had put her top back up, but was staying silent for now.
Sylvain sighed. Time to make some amends. "You're right. I'm sorry for how I've been acting. I don't think I appreciated how hard I've made your life up till now."
Ingrid was speechless for a moment. Not only had he apologized but he sounded sincere. She was a bit skeptical, but she was willing to at least have some faith in his promise. "So, are you going to stop flirting with every girl you see?"
"I'm going to try. Change isn't always easy..." Sylvain admitted. "But I can promise to try and control myself better."
Ingrid sighed. Honestly, this was better than she was hoping for. "I'd rather you stop entirely, but i know better than to ask for miracles." She shook her head. "Now get out and take your sex doll with you."
Sylvain quickly nods and takes Hilda with him. He decided not to just confess to her at the moment - seemed like a bad time to do so. Still, he could try something to smooth things over.
Ingrid is bi, with sexual interest in Sylvain and women, though is more attracted to Sylvain. She is also secretly a closet pervert at least as bad as Sylvain, with interests including voyeurism, exhibitionism, and group sex that includes Sylvain.
There, that should help him out. Now, what to do next?
Unbeknownst to the Blue lion, an Archbishop was alone in her room, waiting for nightfall to be his pet again...
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