She offers herself to you

You weren’t born yesterday, nor did you arrive in Dichocai yesterday, so you have a pretty good idea of what her ‘proposition’ is going to be. “So, how do you wanna have sex?” you as, slowly removing your pants. Fiorella gives you a knowing wink.

“Well, I can’t have you telling everyone I dress up as a maid, now can I” she says, tying her hair back, “so to keep up my disguise, I suppose I’ll have to convince you not to tell, master.” She loosens the strings holding her uniform in place, letting her breasts bare themselves to you. Her nipples are already hard as she slinks over to you, getting down in between your knees.

“This is part of my duties, sir” she intones, “no doubt you’ve been very stressed lately, having to deal with all your…responsibilities” she winks, “allow me to ease your stress with my tits.”

In a rush, you fish your cock out of your pants, and Fiorella licks her lips as she looks it over. With a flourish, she grabs her breasts with both hands and begins to rub them up and down your cock. Her mounds of flesh feel heavenly as they stroke your shaft, even as the tip pokes out the top. Fiorella hums as she notices the head sticking out, leaning down to give it a lick.

“Mmmm” she says, looking up at you as she runs her tongue over your tip, pausing her titjob for a moment. “Sir, I must compliment you on your penis” she says, “it tastes fantastic, and such a wonderful heat! Clearly a product of your good breeding.” She goes back to jerking her tits up and down your cock, slowly bringing you closer and closer to cumming.

“Wait” you call out, reaching out a hand to stop her. Fiorella looks up at you in surprise, her eyes questioning.

“It wouldn’t be right for me to stop a hard-working maid like you from getting an extra meal” you say, as you imagine your cum traveling down her throat and into her stomach, “a good worker like you deserves a treat.”

Fiorella lets out an eager, and very clearly exaggerated, hum of excitement. “Thank you sir!” she proclaims, pulling back to wrap her lips around your cock. Her efforts are surprisingly sloppy and inexperienced, pounding her head up and down your cock rapidly, the tip pressing up against the back of her throat.

The wet sounds of the blowjob fill the room as she continues to suck you off, eagerly trying to get her meal. You feel your orgasm building, and you gently press your hands against the back of her head, keeping her locked on your dick as you cum inside her mouth.

Fiorella relaxes for a few seconds, slowly swirling your cum around with her tongue as she pulls off your cock, you loosening your grip to let her off. “Mmmmm” she says with a gulp, “thank you sir, your meal was excellent.”

“You’re welcome” you sigh, shakily standing up from the couch. “You make a good maid.”

“Thank you” she replies, “I’ve had a lot of practice.” She slowly begins to kiss your thighs, ducking around your spent dick. “As you can see, I’m willing to put out for the guest, unlike our friends in the church. Perhaps keep that in mind?”

If you hadn’t just came, you might have agreed with her then and then, but despite how frazzled you are from the tit and blowjob you recognise the politics here. There’s a lot of stuff going on in this town under the surface, and it worries you that you don’t fully understand most of it. You also don't know where Dew went, but hey, one question at a time.