You notice a strange resemblance...

It’s been a good five minutes since you sat down, and with nothing else to do you’ve been sipping tea like there’s no tomorrow. At the moment, you’re essentially sipping air, as the small teacup means you finished your drink very quickly.

Dew, to her credit, drinks a bit more slowly, albeit mostly because she’s looking very carefully at the maid. You have no idea why she seems so suspicious, but she knows this town better than you do, and the fact that she’s nervous has you nervous. You give your empty tea cup a little sniff, half expecting to smell some sort of poison, but nope, it's just regular tea.

Eventually, you get tired of sitting around, and politeness be damned you get up and walk over to Dew sitting on the chair’s arm. “Why is she taking so long?” you whisper.

Dew huffs. “She’s always like this” she mutters, “whenever someone goes to meet Fiorella, she keeps them waiting for ages.” She shakes her head. “No use trying to speed her up, just stare at the maid’s tits to pass the time.”

You do a double-take before realizing that she’s serious. Well, you suppose you might as well. As you silently wait in the room, you take in the maid’s breasts as she stands by the door, staring ahead. She’s breathing slowly, and even under her restrictive uniform there’s plenty of room for her chest to rise and fall, setting her large tits into a pleasing motion. Your mind slowly wanders to how they would feel in your hands, and you grin at the thought of the maid blushing and panting as you remove her skimpy outfit, ready to claim her busty body as she opens herself up to you…

…annnd now you’ve got a serious boner, great. This really shouldn’t be a problem with how you can basically fuck anybody, but even given your privileges it does seem kinda rude to do that on such nice furniture.

Since you can’t relieve yourself by cumming, you decide to try and get your boner to go down by doing something boring. You look around the room for a boring thing to focus on, and see a very garish painting of Fiorella. Perfect!

So you stare at that. Unfortunately for you, the painting show’s a considerable amount of the woman’s cleavage, and if it's accurate then you’re glad to say she’s got a pretty sizeable bust. You stare at her red hair, stately posture, large breasts and piercing eyes…

Yeah, this isn’t helping. If you’re going to do this, you might as well just stare at the maid instead, at least they’re a real person. Going back to look at the maid, you stare at her red hair, stately posture, large breasts and piercing eyes…

Wait, hold on. Why do the maid and Fiorella look so similar? You glance at Dew, who’s just boredly playing with her own fingers. “Psst, hey” you whisper, “have you noticed that Fiorella and the maid look extremely similar?”

Dew just shrugs. “Yeah, it’s just a coincidence.” She goes back to playing with her hands, but you’re not convinced. The portrait and the maid look almost identical, there’s no way they can be different people. You get up, quickly striding over to the maid. You have to know the story behind this, it can’t just be a coincidence.

“Uh, hey” you call out, getting her attention, “are you actually Fiorella, beca-”

“Yes.”

“What!?” Dew cries out from behind you.

“Yes, I am. Lady Fiorella, at your service.” She gives a submissive curtsy, “It took an outsider to finally figure it out, it seems.”

You think you hear Dew’s jaw hitting the floor behind you.