Meanwhile, with Ingrid

Ingrid was sitting at the gazebo with Dorothea, who was having doubts about Sylvain. "How can you be so sure he was being honest?"

"Because he sounded so sincere." Ingrid defended. "I've never heard him apologize like that in the years I've known him." She said with a hand on her chin. It made her look thoughtful, and helped hide the fact she was admiring her friend's tits. Damn, girl, those things are huge!

"Still, you know his track record. You can afford to still be a little suspicious of what he does."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." She conceded, looking back up at her friends face after undressing those meaty mammaries with her eyes. Shame she couldn't get away with motorboating those puppies...

"Good, now the-" Dorothea abruptly stopped talking and stood up, naked. She then proceeded to leave the gazebo, walking mechanically towards the market.

Ingrid followed as she unabashedly admired that ass. It wasn't easy being friends with a Music Machine, but she had a point. In any case, she should check on Sylvain. Neither of them stopped as they walked past Annette getting a drink from the Milk Fountain...