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A day's passing leaves Majorra within the lower floor of the Tea Guild, her upper half bare, and her dark curls matted down with sweat. Majorra's bottom half was covered with brown, sackcloth pants. A rounded girth appearing near her pant-leg, as her bare feet carried her form from the bottom of the stairwell to the baked goods rack. Her right hand trails along the large table within the middle of the room. The blue, floral tablecloth broken up by a bent, iron tea kettle, white tea cups, and the saucers beneath.

Majorra's bare feet slow to a stop upon the velvet rug, near the standing harp, and the baked goods rack. Her right hand grasps a huckleberry scone, lifting it upwards, as her teeth bite into it. Majorra's red gaze drifts between the potted plants and the seedlings, stacked upon a wooden shelf. Majorra's lips moved idly, as she chewed, then stopped, as her red gaze blinked, twice. A cooked huckleberry escaped the held scone and landed between her breasts, within the dark fur. Majorra's left hand slides its thumb upon the huckleberry mark and lifts it up, placing it within her mouth, before the bell above the Tea Guild's door rings gaily, as the door opens.

A large crate was held by a much smaller femme, her hair a dark red, straightly combed. Two wolf-like, darkly furred ears with pink insides spring upwards, as her left paw moved downward upon the crate's form, catching it upon the corner. A metal pauldron and sleeve adorned the smaller femme's left arm, ending in an affixed punching blade. The femme's midsection was covered by peach skin, her chest bare, with leather straps under, and over her breasts. A thick, metal ring encircles her right breast, attached to a single-spiked pauldron. Her waist and downward, was covered in thick, dark fur, her large, wolf-like feet featuring black, feline-like claws. Upon the femme's head, between her ears, rested a green, slime-like beast, with sharp, light green eyes, and elongated, dark green antennas.

Majorra's left thumb pulls from her mouth, as her red gaze lingers upon the crate, the slime-like beast hopping onto it, as the smaller femme's large feet carried her form past the potted plants, settling the crate upon the left wall. Majorra's right hand drifts upward, as her mouth takes a large bite of the scone, "Hey Panuku, what's in the crate? Tannis nearby?" Her mouth idly chews, as Panuku's form straightens, her throat releasing a sound between a meow and a woof, her darkly blue gaze drifting towards the wolfess's form, "Tanntann is almost here, mistress. She sent me ahead with the box, mewoof!"

Majorra's red gaze drift towards the crate, as the last of the scone was placed within her mouth, her hands brushing themselves against her sides, "What's in it?" Majorra's bare feet carried her form towards it, as she swallows, Panuku's paws wrapping themselves around the wolfess's waist as she passes by, her cheeks rubbing into the wolfess's midsection, "No, don't look, mewoof!" The green, slime-like beast rolls itself over the top of the crate, its antennas laying flatly against its head, before its form slithers around the crate's sides. Majorra's red gaze lingers upon the crate, before her lips pull into a crooked grin, "Hey, that's alright. Is it a surprise?" The wolfess's arms were partially raised, her right hand rubbing itself upon Panuku's head, lightly, as Panuku's head nods rapidly, her rough and wet tongue drawing itself along the wolfess's stomach and her elongated fangs pressing against the wolfess's fur, "Mistress Tanny said to pick it up and drop it here, woofmew, so I did."

A knock upon the guild's door, followed by a man's geta. As he entered the room, the bell above the door rings gaily, and Panuku's ears lifted, her face pulling from the wolfess's stomach, and her throat releasing a sound of a half-bark, half-meow. Panuku's large feet carried her form towards the potted plants, her form bending at the knee, as her paws released the crate with a loud sound. The grey eyed man, whose hair was black, messy, and sticking upright, wore a blue gi with gold trim. A black undersuit could be seen forming a half-mask that covered his face, up to the ridge of his nose.

Majorra's red gaze drifts towards the man, her rump settling itself upon the corner of the table, as her hands brushed themselves upon her pants, "Ryu, hey. Back from the long crusade? Did you want some tea?" Majorra's lips pulled into a crooked grin, as Panuku's form straightens, turns about, and seats its rump upon the crate's surface, the slime-like beast settling itself upon her lap.

Ryu's right hand lifts up and threads its fingers through his dark locks, "Hello. I'd rather not talk about it. I would like tea." His black mask moves subtly, as he speaks, and his geta carry his form towards the chair nearest the middle of the table, his right hand pulling the chair's backing back, as he sits upon the cushion. His gaze drifts between Majorra and Panuku, then towards the baked goods, books, and potted plants, "I was informed that Regina's husband, Damien, has been declared missing. She's fretting over him, and its showing. Her campaigning for the council seat is currently on pause." Ryu's gaze drifts towards Majorra, whose form was crossing the room towards the heating device, "She asked me to find him."

Majorra's right hand lifted the bent, metal kettle and set it upon the heating device, the rounded surface quickly becoming warmer. Her eyebrows pushed together, and her mouth formed the words, "Shit..". Majorra's hands drummed upon the wooden surface below the heating device, before her red gaze drifts towards Ryu, her lips forming a light frown, "Yeah? I haven't seen him. But if I did, I'd tell Regina." Majorra's head nods, twice, "Cause no one needs to wonder where their loved ones are."

Ryu's gaze drifts between the room, watching Panuku's form ascend the stairwell, and the green, slime-like being that clung to her shoulder. Ryu's gaze drifts towards Majorra's form, his gaze steady, "Speaking of loved ones, have you heard anything about Tannis? Where she goes for long times? Who she speaks to?" Ryu's gaze lingers upon Majorra's form, as her right hand curled around the kettle's handle, lifting it upward. Her bare feet carry her form towards the table, her eyebrows furrowing together, as her left hand lifts upwards to scratch at the back of her neck, "Hey...I, uh, haven't told anyone, but she's collecting donations to pay for our wedding. Elsewhere"

Ryu's eyebrows drifted upwards, partially, before he nods, slowly, "I see." Majorra's nose inhaled sharply, before her mouth parted and released the breath, her right hand dipping the kettle forward over a teacup, "Yeah, its a big secret. You have to sweat coins to run for the council seats, you know." Ryu's masked face nods, once, his gaze drifting downward, lingering upon the tea's surface. A short pause later, after Ryu placed his hands upon the cup's sides, his gaze drifts upward towards Majorra, "Can I have some cream for this?"

Majorra's lips formed a crooked smile, as her left hand scratched at the back of her neck, "Cream? Yeah, we got some upstairs. Somewhere." Ryu's masked face drifted towards Majorra, his gaze lingering, before his eyebrows lifted upwards, once. Majorra's red gaze blinks, twice, before her gaze drifts away, towards the crate of tea, "Its imported, and expensive. So we keep it upstairs." Majorra's head nods, idly, before her bare feet carry her form towards the stairs, quickly, her right hand grasping the railing, as she ascends the stairwell.

Ryu's gaze lingers upon the stairwell, before his hands press their palms against the edge of the table, quietly pushing his chair back. He stands, moving silently and slowly towards the wall beside the stairwell, his back pressing against it, as his masked face slowly drifts towards the stairwell. His upright hair brushes against the brick, as his gaze drifts to the left, then to the right.

Majorra's right hand slides along the railing, as her bare feet carry her form up the stairs. Her red gaze falls upon the wine cabinet in front of her, then to the pile of cushions to the right of her and a cluttered desk, with the kitchen behind it, to the left of her, as her form turned to the left. Sitting upon a chest, near the stone fireplace and cushions, was Panuku. Her large feet held their heel upon a nearby cushion, as the white and pink face of Damien pressed itself against one of them. Damien's pink tongue drew itself along the underside of Panuku's large foot, as Panuku's throat released a sound between a woof and a meow. Damien's form lay upon its stomach, her hands drifting towards the large, darkly furred foot, pressing her thumbs into the fur and flesh there.

Panuku's gaze closes, partially, as her throat released a light purr, then a short bark, as her gaze opens, snapping towards the wolfishly grinning Majorra, "M-mistress! I was going to take a wolf-cat nap, and mew, there was this lady in the bed, so I went to sleep on the cushions, and she started licking my, bark, feet!" Majorra's right hand drifts upward, rubbing at her snout, as her form falls into the writing desk's chair, her right hand moving to scratch at her stomach, "Hey, don't let me ruin your fun." Majorra's gaze drifts towards the desk's papers, her left hand brushing them aside, until a ledger was found. Majorra's red gaze lingers upon it, finding the word, cream, and the number across from it, zero. Majorra's eyebrows furrow together, before her eyes roll in place, her hands drifting upward to sift through her dark curls, "Of course we don't have any, when -he- wants some."

Ryu's gaze drifts between the bookshelves and the crate, his head pressed against the brick wall. After a moment, Ryu's head slowly lifts from the brick wall, and his form moves towards the crate. His left hand places itself upon the lid, as his form bends upon its knees, his gaze and right pointer finger drifting his the area between the lid and the crate, "Hmm...its not trapped. But.." Ryu's form stands straight, his right hand drawing katana from its sheath. His right hand presses the tip of the blade between the crate and the lid, his form sliding backwards a foot and a half. Ryu's hands grasp the blade's hilt, before slowly pushing down upon it, lifting the lid up slowly. Ryu's hands push the blade's hilt forward, sliding the lid slowly over the crate's surface, bumping it into the wall behind it.

Ryu's gaze lingers upon the open crate, tea-bags filling it to the brim, and his left foot slides forward. His right hand slowly sheaths the blade, as his right foot slides forward. Ryu's hands place themselves upon the upper edge of the crate, his gaze drifting between the tea-bags within. His throat releases a prolonged, "Hmm..", while his right hand brushes some of the tea-bags aside, revealing more tea-bags. Ryu's right hand pinched one of the tea-bags, lifting it upwards to his mask, his nose sniffing, twice, "Nothing unusual about it. But that doesn't mean they couldn't hide anything beneath this tea.." Ryu's right arm pushes itself in-between the tea-bags, his head turning to the side, as his right hand moves about. His gaze remains steady, before his eyebrows knit together, "Wait, what was that?"

Panuku's foot pushed itself against Damien's face, as Damien's teeth pressed themselves lightly against the upper padding and fur. Panuku's bare chest lifts and falls slowly, her gaze closing. A soft purring sound rumbles outward between her lips, interrupted with short barks, as Damien's face turns sideways, her teeth biting lightly into Panuku's large toe, once, then twice. Majorra's red gaze drifts towards the two, as her right foot stretches outward, sliding against the wooden floor. Majorra's tail slowly wags back and forth, as her lips curl into a crooked smile, "You two are the cutest things, that aren't Tannis." Majorra's pant leg shifts, as the cloth slowly lifts upward, and her red gaze closes partially. Majorra's right hand drifts towards the cloth, drawing her palm along the stiffening cock underneath.

Damien's pink tongue drew itself between Panuku's toes, curling upon itself as Panuku's fur there flattens. Damien's face draws itself upwards, as her pink tongue wiggles between the largest toe and the other, before her lips enclose about Panuku's largest toe, her gaze closing, as her mouth sucks upward. Panuku's right foot wiggles its toes, as her left foot was sucked upon, her ears flattening against her head, "Rrrrwoof! Ah, Mistress, mewwoof, please...I.." Majorra's form leans forward upon the desk's chair, her rump lifting upwards, as her hands push the fabric of her pants downard, the large, reddened cock pressing itself against the fabric, until it snaps upward. Her right hand presses its palm against the side of the engorged, reddened cock, slowly drawing itself upward to grasp the tapered tip, "Mmhmm...now give her a little kiss.."

Panuku's ears snap upwards, as her cheeks redden, her gaze still closed, "M-mistress? I..woof!" Panuku's chest lifts up and down rapidly, as Damien's hands grasp Panuku's foot, her palms pressing into the sides, as her thumbs press into the arch of the foot. Damien's lips press against Panuku's foot, once, then twice, before Panuku's eyes open, wide, her left foot drawing backwards, before pushing forward, "I have to pee!" Damien's head was sent backwards, as her form collides into the wooden floor, past the cushions. Panuku's hands push against the chest's surface, her form rising quickly, before her hands cover the dark fur around her groin, her large feet carrying her towards the bright green and yellow canopy bed, and to the right. Panuku's shoulder pushes the door there open, and her form moves towards the chamber pot. Panuku's form lowers, squatting above the chamber pot.

Ryu's hand grasps something, as his left hand places itself upon the upper edge of the crate. Slowly straightening his form, his right hand pulls out a small box, wrapped in red ribbon. His right hand lifts it upward, as the light from the cooking fires catch it, his gaze sharpening. Lowering it, his hands pull against the top and bottom, slowly, as his thumb catches the lid's underside, taxing the ribbon subtly, "A ring. Perhaps it's a surprise and I wasn't supposed to find it. A clever enough ruse, but what is it really?" Ryu's left hand lifts upward and rubs itself against the black fabric covering his chin. Ryu's gaze drifts towards the stairwell, his gaze lingering upon it, before returning to the box. Ryu's right hand draws his fingers along the edges of the box, before they push upon the top, closing it. Ryu's right hand places the box back, underneath the multiple tea bags.

Ryu's geta carries his form towards the table, as his left hand places itself upon the table's surface, his form leaning to the side. Ryu's gaze drifts upwards, drifting between the left and right underside of the table, "Nothing here. It would be too easy to have something slip during tea time, I suppose. Clever girls.." Ryu's gaze drifts towards the left, and the right, before his form rises. Ryu's gaze drifts towards the dusty harp, near the right corner of the room, his geta slowly carrying his form towards it, "An innocent enough piece, but why is it so dusty, compared to the other furniture? Seems suspicious, as if no one has played it in a while.."

Panuku's right paw pushes the door to the chamberpot room open, her gaze drifting towards her dark fur, before drifting upward, her gaze blinking, twice, "Meeerrwoof? Mistress?" Majorra's right foot had placed itself upon the desk's chair, her left hand drawing itself along the engorged, reddened cock, her palm pressing itself into the girth. Majorra's right hand placed itself upon the chair's backing, as her tapered tip drew itself along Damien's lips. Damien's form was settled upon its knees, her lips pursed together, as her gaze drifts back, and forth. Majorra's lips curled into a crooked grin, "Where are we going to get that much cream? We can't keep the important man waiting, because he has somewhere important to b-" Majorra's red gaze drifts towards Panuku, her throat releasing a snort, "Ah, Panuku, could you, uh, get me a cup or something?"

Panuku's gaze drifts towards Damien's form, then towards Majorra's waist, her head nodding rapidly, "A cup, bark, in the woof, mew..." Panuku's paws lift upward, covering her face, as her legs rub together. Panuku's ears flatten, before her tail curls upward, "Woof..". Panuku's large feet carried her form towards the kitchen, slowly, her gaze drifting towards the kitchen cabinet, her paws covering her groin. Panuku's right paw drifts upward, curling a claw around a cup's handle, before her form turns around, her large feet carrying her form around the corner and slowly towards Majorra and Damien. Majorra's left hand grasps the engorged, reddened cock near the middle, her left hand drawing the tapered tip against Damien's right, then left cheek. Majorra's red gaze drifts towards Panuku, as her left hand grasps Damien's pink locks, firmly, "Hurry with that cup, Panuku.." Majorra's hips moved up, then down, as Damien's lips were pushed against the engorged, reddened cock. The tapered tip released precum, smearing Damien's fur upon her nose, forehead, and chin.

Ryu's geta slow to a stop in front of the dusty harp, his gaze drifting along the upper curve of it. Ryu's gaze sharpens, as his left hand lifts upward and moves inward, before drawing a white cloth from inside his gi. Ryu's left hand presses the white cloth against the harp's upper curve, drawing it downward, "Hmm.." Ryu's left hand lifts upward and turns to reveal the dust collecting cloth, his gaze lingering upon it, "No secret switches were felt, but that doesn't mean that they aren't there...this is really dusty. I should inquire about their maid service." Ryu's left hand lifts upward, as the black cloth covering his nose releases a sniffing sound, once, "Its not poison either. I better check the underside."

Ryu's right knee bends, as his form lowers. His gaze drifts between the harp's strings, his left hand lifting upwards, before drawing the cloth down upon each string in turn, "One of these could trigger something hidden. No doubt there would be another room, within here. The carpenter is not too far.." Ryu's left hand drifts towards the last string, before his hand turns, revealing a dustier cloth, "Still nothing? They must be more clever than I first guessed. I knew well enough not to trust them. Nobody gives tea away for free." Ryu's left hand draws itself along the bottom of the harp's frame, his left hand moving slowly, as his gaze sharpens, "Wait. There was something there.."

Majorra's left hand grasped Damien's pink locks, near the back, as her hips slowly lifted and fell, the engorged, reddened cock drawing itself along Damine's left cheek. Damien's left eye closes, as a whine escapes her throat. Panuku's gaze follows the tapered tip, as her large feet carry her form slowly towards the other two, "Woof, I, mew, brought the cup, bark.." Majorra's red gaze closes, as her tongue hangs out of the side of her mouth, her left hand tosses Damien's head backwards. Damien's back collides softly into the wooden floor, as Majorra's engorged, reddened knot slowly forms, "Shhit, I'm almost...Panuku, get the cup! Use your hands!" Majorra's left hand grasps at the air, then, at Damien's pink locks, as Damien rises upon her knees. Majorra's left hand presses Damien's pink nose against the side of the engorged, reddened cock, her throat releasing a quivering moan.

Damien's hands drift upwards, curling their fingers around the engorged, reddened cock's knot, and tapered tip. Her right hand draws its finely furred palm along the engorged, reddened cock's knot, her thumb drawing itself in slow, then rapid circles about the knot's underside. Damien's left hand squeezes Majorra's tapered tip, before her pointer finger rubs itself in short, quick motions along the tapered tip's cumslit. Majorra's hips draw back, and push forth, quickly, her red gaze closing, as her tail wags back and forth, rapidly, "Panuku, the cup, ahhhfff--" Majorra's teeth press into her bottom lip, as Panuku's gaze blinks, twice, her form stumbling forward. Panuku's right paw extends outward, shaking subtly, as her gaze drifts towards the engorged, reddened cock, the cup shaking subtly. Majorra's right hand grasps Damien's pink locks, as her form lifts upwards upon its toes, the engorged, reddened cock resting between Damien's pink-tipped ears, "Ffffuck!" Majorra's knot presses itself into Damien's forehead, as her engorged, reddened cock jumps upward, thick cum missing the cup and colliding into Panuku's cheeks, forehead, chin, and breasts. Panuku's gaze closes, as her right paw drops the cup, lifting upwards to catch more cum upon the dark fur upon her palm and between her fingers, "Wooff! Plea--rr!" Panuku's mouth opened, only to close, as Majorra's left hand grasps the engorged, reddened cock, lifting it upwards and drawing her palm up and down upon it, "Fuuuuck..." Panuku's mouth shuts tightly, as cum collides into it, her form stumbling backwards upon her rump. Majorra's chest lifts and falls heavily, as her engorged, reddened cock twitches once, then twice, as cum drips from the tapered tip, upon Damien's back, matting down the white fur there. Majorra's red gaze lingered upon Damien's pink-tipped ears, before her own ears perked up, her gaze drifting towards the side-ways cup, "I, uh...missed. Fuck."

Ryu's left hand placed the cloth firmly against the harp's underside, his gaze lingering upon it. Ryu's pointer finger pushes against an indent in the harp's form, once, then twice, before his left hand removes itself from underneath the harp's frame, "I guess it was nothing. I could have sworn that would be it.." Ryu's form slowly rises, as his left hand places the dusty cloth within his gi, his pointer finger pushing it inward. Ryu's gaze drifts towards the baked goods rack, behind him, as his form turns about, "Maybe.." Ryu's geta carry his form around the baked goods rack, stopping in front of it. Ryu's gaze drifts between the assorted scones, "These are placed here very neatly, and stand out from the surroundings. Those angles are concise, and there is a definite pattern here."

Ryu's right hand grasps a nearby blueberry scone, lifting it upwards, as his gaze lingers beneath it, "A hard wood structure supporting only scones. It could be hollow inside." Ryu's right hand places the blueberry scone upon the nearby table, with the heating device upon it. Ryu's face turns sideways, as his head presses itself between a blackberry scone and a raspberry scone, his ear against the wooden surface of the baked goods rack. His right hand taps against it, twice, with its pointer finger, before his right hand moves towards the right, tapping twice there. Ryu's left hand lifts upward, tapping twice upon the left side of the rack. Ryu's head lifts upward, his gaze lingering upon the baked goods rack, "Nothing, hmm?" Ryu's gaze drifts towards the heating device, before he shakes his head, "That would likely cause it to malfunction. Couldn't be there."

Majorra's right hand pressed its palm against Damien's pink locks, patting there, twice, before her form stumbles forward. Damien's tail wags, rapidly, as her throat released a soft sound, and then a soft whine. Panuku's gaze remained close, as her arms remained outstretched, her chest lifting and falling heavily. Majorra's form bends upon her right knee, the tapered tip brushing against her chin, as her right hand grasps the cup, "Panuku, I missed...uhh, Panuku?" Majorra's half-closed gaze drifts towards Panuku's form, her left hand pinching Panuku's largest toe, wiggling it, before releasing it, "Well, it's not like he could tell the difference.." Majorra's form slides forward, her left hand drawing itself along Panuku's chest, as Panuku's back arches, her right eye fluttering open, as its gaze drifts towards Majorra's form, "M-mistress...bark..I feel, mewoof, warm.." Majorra's lips curl into a crooked grin, as her left hand scoops up hairy cum, as her right hand moves the cup under it. The white and dark furred cum slowly falls into the cup, as Majorra's left hand wipes its palm against the cup's rim, twice, "Best rest here, Panuku. You, clean her." Majorra's red gaze drifts towards Damien, as Damien's ears perk upwards, before her hands place themselves upon the wooden floor, her tail wagging rapidly, as a soft whine escapes her throat.

Majorra's form slowly rises, as her bare feet carry her form towards the desks's chair. Majorra's rump collides into the chair's cushion, as her left hand grasps the red cloth of her pants. Majorra's right hand places the cup upon the desk's surface, as her right, then left leg slide underneath the pant's fabric. Majorra's left hand pushes the engorged, reddened cock behind her left leg, as her right hand grasps the cup's handle. Majorra's form rises, as her bare feet carry her form towards the stair well, her voice calling outward, "Hey, Ryu! We're out of cream, because Panuku fell into it, but I scraped some up for you." Majorra's bare feet carried her form down the stairwell, reaching the last step. Ryu's form standing near the door, as his gaze drifts towards Majorra's form, then the cup, "I see. Sorry, I'm not thirsty after all. Thanks." Ryu's right hand grasps the guild's door, and opens it, his geta carrying his form into the daylight.

Majorra's red gaze blinks, twice, as her gaze lingers upon the guild's door. Her bare feet carry her form towards it, pushing it closed with the cup in hand, her lips curling into a show of teeth and a snarl, "Prick."