"Mrs. Tyler"

There is a point to which you feel like playing along, and it seems you've found it. Your face must reveal your perplection, because out the corner of your eye, you catch Rasna turning her head to hide her smirk.

"It's nice to be here, Mrs. Tyler." you say. Instantly Mrs. Tyler's face loses a bit of its eager sweetness and settles into a politely pleasant facade.

"Quite." She says and quickly turn her attention away from you, back to Rasna - asking to her health and that of her daughters in a low voice. You barely manage to catch their quiet conversation, so abrupt is her loss of interest in you. As you manage to gather yourself you hear Rasna say:

"Nilaya is watching the shop for me, and I think Abani is working on a history project."

"I'm sure Cara will be glad to hear that.." Mrs. Tyler says and then adresses you both, "..In any case, come along. Everyone else is already here."

She walks off but as you move to follow, Rasna catches your arm and once more slips into your intimate space to whisper in your ear:
"Well that is one way to burn your bridges.." Though she smiles at you, there is something undefinable underneath, "Though I don't mind having one less rival for your attention to worry about, I feel like I should warn you that not everyone around here is as forgiving as Althea Tyler."

With those words she gives you a smack on the ass - hard enough to **** a small yelp over your lips and with a teasing grin she moves past you.
You step into the lounge and despite the strange warning you have just received, you manage to notice a few things. The decor is.. slightly tacky. You absolutely get the sense of middle / lower class trying to appear richer than they are - definitely a hint of overcompensating. Also the furniture seems to be placed in a way to make Mrs. Tyler more of the center of attention.

Aside from her and Rasna, there are 4 other women in the room already. All of them are definitely older than you - quite likely to be literal Milfs, and with varying reactions to your presence.

"Oh hey there!" One of them is instantly on her feet, pulling you into a tight hug. She is spraytanned, bleach-blonde in a bob. She's wearing tight jeans and a black top. Her cleavage is deeper and more natural than Mrs. Tyler, and while also going for a similar youthful appearance she doesn't pull it off as well. This doesn't deter her from brazenly groping your package, while humming appreciatively. "I'm Camilla Cook."

"Mrs. Cook runs the hotel." Mrs. Tyler pipes in, getting out of her chaise lounge to walk over to a small table with refreshments. Camilla gives you a wink and returns to her chair, as Mrs. Tyler walks over.

"We also have Mrs. Asta Andersson, who runs the local gym." Mrs. Tyler says, pointing to the woman in arm chair next to Camilla. For a moment you can only stare at the absolute amazon completely out of place in the pink arm chair. She has long, braided reddish brown hair, an angular face dotted by freckles and a stern expression. She wears a pair of short short and a tank top, both of which show plenty of skin - and more importantly an imposing musculature. Everything about her is big, from her shoulders to her breasts, to her arms to her killer thighs. As she catches you staring she uncrosses and crosses her legs, and her impressive definition allows you to see every single muscle group flex and unflex as she does so.

"..she also teaches wrestling and.. was is judo, darling?" Mrs. Tyler says.

"..Jiu-jitsu." Mrs. Andersson clarifies with a deep, husky voice.

"And then of course there is Ms. Cara O'Briain, who teaches at Queen Boudicca's Girl College, and also runs our only museum." The last woman is sitting in the sofa next to Rasna. She has dark hair, and is very thin. Her cheeks are hollow, and compared to the rest of the room she's practically flat, with what you assume are at most B-cups. She's also wearing a light summer dress, and Her most eye-catching features are her long fingers, currently stroking her thigh absentmindedly and the expression of absolute, animal hunger as she stares on you.

"And finally we have Mrs.--"

At this point Rasna who has been watching with her small, amused smirk interrupts: "Rasna is fine."

"Ahem." Mrs. Tyler gathers herself after the interruption and then returns to her seat, glass of lemonade in her hand. For a second you run your eyes across the gathering, trying to figure out where to go from there. Luckily it doesn't take long for someone to take pity on you:

"Well, don't just stand there.." Camilla says, "Put that pretty ass in a seat so we can get started.."

You notice that someone - likely Camilla herself - has placed a couple of pillows on the floor close to the chairs where she and Mrs. Andersson sit. Similarly Rasna and Ms. O'Briain has made room between them on the couch. It will be a tight fit, but they don't seem to mind the slightest - Rasna patting the sofa invitingly.

As you turn to look at Mrs. Tyler, she raises an encouraging eyebrow.