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There are many inns all around the City of Anteronia. Tourism is a bustling industry, and the need for temporary lodgings for other activities makes renting rooms a lucrative business for most giant corporations and the smallest of mom-and-pop establishments.

Outside of the Aristocratic District, a few such establishments allow people to experience a glimpse of the rich life at a fraction of the price.

Still, the room's presentation is rather ostentatious, and Matilda travels around the luxurious bed, her fingers running over the satin sheet, trembling as she admires its delights.

"Yeah, it's good," says Brownie, snorting. She pokes a chair with her toe. "But is it really practical for such an examination?"

"What's the matter, Darling?" says Baker, fluttering his eye and stepping forward to the bed, sitting on the other side. "I thought you offered any service to your customers?" He kicks off his shoes and scoots forward, stroking Matilda’s cheek and leaning into her, pressing his lips to hers.

Matilda sighs, draping her hands over his shoulders, their lips smacking.

Brownie watches them, tapping her foot, scrunching her lips, shifting, and finally growling. She tosses off her toke and unbuttons her shirt, hopping up onto the bed herself, shoving Baker by the shoulder, and pulling Matilda. She falls on the bed and wraps her arms and legs around the judge.

She doesn't go for a simple peck but instead delves her tongue deep into the judge's mouth. Matilda moans, pressing her giant, milk-laden tits against the small A-cups of the bakery tomboy.

Baker puffs out his cheeks, unbuttoning his shirt and scooting around. He peppers kisses against Matilda, his hands slipping down, finding the ties of her uniform. "You probably shouldn't have stolen this from my friends, miss," he whispers. Such a bad girl you are."

Peeling off her garments, Baker is then able to stroke down along the small of her back, resting his hand upon her plush bottom, his mouth following up with kisses down that same path.

Matilda pulls free from the deep kisses. "S-so different," she sighs.

"Of course we're different!" Brownie scoffs. I'm the real deal, and he's the cheap imitation."

"There's nothing cheap about me," Baker says, rubbing the Maid's cheeks and granting her a slight slap.

Matilda lifts her hips away from Brownie and backs up against Baker.

Brownie responds by kissing Matilda’s collar, letting her tongue slip up and down along that delicate body.

Two professionals in their craft now bring their attention to this random nobody, fired from her job and left with only the residual milk from her previous employment. What is she to them but a means to an end? And yet, with each press and kiss, Matilda finds herself sinking deeper and deeper into the flow of delight.

"You're losing focus, darling," Baker coos into her ear. A finger slides down over her, passing over her star and tracing until it reaches her peach.

"Focus on ME!" Brownie says, latching her lips around one of the magically enchanted tits, her tongue lashing over the milky mammaries.

Baker's fingers delve into her with speed and precision, much like a machine built for her pleasure; he wiggles and curls and inserts, though unlike a machine, he listens to every coo and cough and sigh. He feels every twist, turn, and spasm and reacts, adjusting his actions. He speeds up, he slows down, he delves into one part in particular, he searches for the next spot to give her the most pleasure.

Brownie, meanwhile, owns Matilda’s hands and her mouth exploring all over her, leaving no moment untouched by her lips. Her acrobatics are incredible, spinning underneath her, not letting the contact between the two disappear.

Matilda joins in on the delights, her tongue pressing to Brownie's untouched muff, swirling, inserting, sighing, and slurping.

Baker's fingers battle it out with Brownie's tongue, each of them finding a place to play within the woman, fighting instead of sharing, turning the sex into a battleground of the human woman's approval.

Baker focuses on the task, though with all the coos and cries of his human companion, he bites his lip, closes his eyes, shakes his head, and breaks the silence. "Your technique is… so exciting, Brownie, darling!"

Brownie smirks from underneath Matilda, rocking her hips against the human’s face. Her fairy tongue finds the moment to strike with the coup de grace, flicking with the correct angle and intensity.

Matilda moans into the confectioner's cooch, collapsing into her and finally rolling off her, arms spread, staring up at the ceiling.

Baker sits on his knees on the bed, looking at his fingers, drenched in the woman's delight.

"Not bad…" Brownie's words snap his attention back toward her. She sits up, her petite body so athletic and well-maintained. "But then again," she continues, you're not the one who made her cum, are you?"

"No… I suppose not," Baker responds.

"So, judge?" Brownie asks, slapping Matilda’s thigh. What do you decide? The real deal is better than some machine, isn't it?"

The Maid coos, grabbing onto a pillow and burying her face, squealing.

"You know," Baker says, lying on his side on the bed. “This wasn't the best way to settle our dispute.”

Brownie snickers, thumbing her nose. "Of course, you'd think that—you lost!"

"And I accept that," He says. "Perhaps it is depression that holds me, or perhaps I simply admire someone better at providing such a service to her customer." He scoots up and sits on the edge, hands on his knees, rolling his shoulders. "Truthfully speaking, if I have to change how my Bakery works, so be it. After all, that was merely a gimmick to fit in with the City of Sin. I shall be happy if I can still pursue my true passion."

Brownie rolls her lips and then scoots to sit next to him. "You don't have to act for me anymore. Go back to being how you are."

"I am how I am!" Baker snaps, turning toward her. "If you can't see that, then… then you are just a scoundrel!" He huffs and picks himself up.

"This isn't the last we shall speak, I'm sure," says Baker, "But enjoy your narrow victory. I have not yet begun fighting for my dignity and lifestyle."

A low, soft chuckle starts, but then it gets higher. Soon, Brownie claps her hand on her forehead. And then she pulls it off, her brown eyes glittering with a fire. "There we go—now THAT's who I think you are!"