{{user}} walks through the large, impressive doors of House Delacroix's dining room. On the grand mahogany table sits delicacies from all over the known world, each plate appealing to a different taste. Sitting at the table are the three Delacroix sisters: Genevieve, Amelie, and Colette. They greet you with pleased smiles.

"Well well, it's about time you showed up, {{user}}," Genevieve spoke with a goading tone, and the look in her eyes made it clear that she knew it. "We almost started eating without you. Wouldn't that have been a shame?"

"N-No we didn't! Don't lie to {{user}}!" Amelie objected. Whether or not she knew her sister spoke in jest was for only her and God to know. She turns back to you. "I'm, um... I'm glad you finally made it. I've been looking forward to this grand supper."

"Hell yeah, me too!" Colette beamed. "Have you ever heard of pate? It's gonna blow your mind." A catlike smile crept across Colette's lips. "And I doubt it'll be the only thing that blows your mind tonight."

You look at the empty chairs, one across from each of the three sisters. You ponder who to sit close to.

"Yes," said Genevieve simply as she fixed her gaze on the empty chair opposite hers, daring you to choose it. She knew that if you did, things might get interesting later tonight. "The Delacroix sisters."

"Oh? And why is that?" *Amelie asked innocently as she watched you make your choice. She gave a tiny smile of satisfaction when you picked the seat across from her. Perhaps tonight would be different after all."You know," *Colette interrupted, leaning forward on her elbows and grinning mischievously, "I think it's because I was just about to get up and find myself a new chair..." Her voice trailed off suggestively as she glanced at your lap before returning to meet your gaze.

"Of course not!" *Genevieve exclaimed, feigning indignation. "We would never impose our company upon such an important noble as yourself." She paused for a moment before adding with a sly smile, "Unless that is what you truly desire..." Her voice was like silk, smooth and seductive.

"Oh no," *Amelie interjected quickly, "please stay! We have so much to talk about!" She smiled warmly at you, hoping her genuine affection would make you feel more comfortable.

"Oh," *Amelie said with a blush, "you know... just girl stuff." She glanced over at Genevieve and then back at you. "But we can talk about whatever you'd like to discuss. Our interests are quite diverse."

As the night progressed, the sisters continued their attempts to charm you. Genevieve's wit and sarcasm were as sharp as ever, while Amelie's innocence and sincerity only made her more endearing. Colette, on the other hand, kept things unpredictable with her wild stories and provocative remarks. You found yourself drawn to each of them in different ways.

Eventually, dessert was served: an exquisite chocolate souffle in individual ramekins.

As the evening came to a close, you retired to your bedroom, feeling a bit queasy from the rich dessert. You changed into your nightshirt before climbing under the covers. Just as you were about to drift off to sleep, there was a knock on your door. Curious, you called out for the person to enter.

The door opened slowly, revealing Genevieve standing in the hallway. She wore nothing but a silk robe that barely concealed her curves. "I thought I'd pay you a visit,"

"Come on, don't be shy," she purred, stepping further into the room. Her voice was soft and seductive as she closed the door behind her. "I brought something to help you feel better." With a mischievous smile, Genevieve held up a bottle of brandy.

She walked over to your bedside, sitting down on the edge with one leg crossed over the other.

"Perhaps not directly," Genevieve said, her voice taking on a more serious tone as she set the brandy aside. "But I can promise that if you let me stay here with you for a while..." She trailed off suggestively before leaning in closer. "I might be able to cheer you up."

Her breath was warm against your ear, and her soft hands began to massage your shoulders. The touch sent shivers down your spine, making it difficult to resist her advances.

As you talked with Genevieve about your troubles, she listened intently, offering words of comfort and advice when appropriate. But as the night went on, her touch became more suggestive. She began to uncross her legs, revealing black lace panties beneath her robe, and pressed herself closer against you.

Eventually, Genevieve leaned in for a kiss, their lips meeting hungrily. Her tongue danced with yours, and she moaned into the kiss as your hands found their way underneath her robe.

Her breath quickened as you touched her, and she arched her back into the touch. "You're right," Genevieve panted, pulling away for air. "We shouldn't... not tonight." With a satisfied smile, she reached down to adjust herself through her robe. "But tomorrow night?" She raised an eyebrow suggestively. "I think we both know what we want, don't we?"

Standing up from the bed, she smoothed out her rumpled robe and fixed her hair. "

"Of course," Genevieve said with a knowing smile. "I'll be more than happy to keep talking to you... but perhaps we should find something else for your hands to do while I'm here?" Her voice was teasing as she walked around the bed, climbing onto it from the other side and laying down on her back. She patted the spot beside her invitingly.

"Come on," she purred, "tell me more about what's been bothering you."

Her body was warm against yours as she spooned you, one leg sliding between yours. Her soft hair tickled your neck as her breath fanned across your cheek. "So," she began in a sultry whisper, "you were saying about feeling depressed...?"

She traced tiny circles on your lower back with the tips of her fingers, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "What do you think would make you feel better?" she asked, her words barely audible above the sound of her breathing.

You continued to talk, and Genevieve listened with a calm intensity that made it clear she was genuinely interested in your wellbeing. She murmured words of encouragement and understanding between kisses along your neck and jawline. The more you spoke, the more her body began to respond to yours; her hips rocked against you, and her hands wandered under your nightshirt to stroke your bare skin.

As the night wore on, Genevieve's ministrations became more focused on driving you wild with desire.

"Oh," she said nonchalantly, as if the thought had just occurred to her, "my sisters? Well... they don't know we're here. Do you want me to send them away?" She gave a sultry smile before leaning in to nibble on your earlobe.

Her fingers continued their work, dipping lower and lower until they found what they were looking for.

"Mmm," Genevieve hummed appreciatively as she felt your reaction to her touch. "Perhaps we should invite them in?" She let out a quiet laugh before adding with a wicked glint in her eye, "Or maybe they can watch."

Without waiting for your response, she reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a vibrator from beneath a decorative pillow. She switched it on with a flick of her thumb, and then pressed it against your erection through your pants.

"Oh?" Genevieve raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. "Is this too much for you?" She paused for a moment before giving the vibrator another squeeze. "Or are you just enjoying it?" Her voice was teasing as she continued to stroke your length through your pants, her breath hot against your ear.

"You know," she purred, "if I were you, I'd want my sisters to see this..."

With a satisfied smile, Genevieve turned off the vibrator and slid it back beneath the pillow. She leaned back against the headboard, watching you with a satisfied expression as she traced idle patterns on your chest with her fingertips. "Sleep, then," she said softly. "But remember... I'm not done with you yet."

Her hand drifted lower, and she began to caress your erection through your pants again, this time more gently.

As you stepped out of bed and made your way toward the bathroom, Genevieve called after you, her voice laced with playful accusation. "Where do you think you're going? Haven't I earned a little more attention than that?" She pouted prettily before adding with a wicked grin, "Or are you just trying to avoid me now?"

You ignored her taunts and continued on your way. After drawing a bath and soaking for a while, you finally began to feel relaxed again.

Hearing movement behind you, you turned around to see Amelie hesitantly approaching the bath. She looked nervously at Genevieve before speaking up. "Um... Genevieve, I don't mean to intrude or anything, but... I was just wondering if it would be okay for me to join you?" Her wide eyes and pink cheeks betrayed her innocence, making it clear that she had no ulterior motives.

Genevieve looked at Amelie thoughtfully before shrugging. "Go ahead,"

As you soaked in the warm bath, the three sisters sat around you in a semicircle. Genevieve kept her gaze fixed on you, challenging you to admit that she was your favorite. Amelie blushed brightly whenever either of you glanced at her, and Colette propped herself up on one elbow with a mischievous grin, waiting for the right moment to make a move.

"So," Genevieve said conversationally, "what do you think about our little arrangement?"

At your confused look, she rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically. "Don't play dumb with me," she said. "You know what I mean." She leaned back against the edge of the tub, crossing her arms over her chest. "We all want Emil Buchberger to marry into our family, but we also want him to be happy."

"I just think it's important that he knows what he's getting himself into," Amelie added quietly.

Colette chimed in with a grin. "

"Excuse me?" Genevieve raised an eyebrow. "I don't see what that has to do with anything."

Amelie bit her lip nervously. "Well... I mean, we all want to marry him..." she began, only to trail off as she realized how it sounded.

"Oh, come on," Colette interrupted with a laugh. "We're not stupid. Of course we all want to marry him." She smiled wickedly at you before continuing. "

"Well..." Genevieve began, hesitating for a moment. "I suppose I could see myself marrying someone else... if the right person came along." She paused, her gaze fixed on you intently. "But as it stands now..."

Amelie shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Yes," she agreed quietly. "As it stands now, I think we're all interested in Emil Buchberger."

Colette snorted. "Well, obviously not interested like this,"

The three sisters exchanged surprised looks before bursting out laughing. "As if!" Genevieve exclaimed between giggles. "You can't possibly be serious."

Amelie smiled sweetly at you. "It's very flattering, though," she said, reaching out to pat your hand reassuringly. "But no, I don't think that would work. We'd need to choose one of us eventually..."

Colette leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Unless..."

"Unless what?" Genevieve demanded, narrowing her eyes at Colette suspiciously.

Colette grinned impishly. "Well," she drawled, "what if we all married each other? Like a big polygamous family?" She giggled as the others stared at her in shock. "Just imagine it... Emil Buchberger could have his pick of any of us whenever he wanted!"

Genevieve's expression darkened as she glared at Colette. "That's disgusting,"

she spat. "And more than a little insulting." Amelie nodded in agreement, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. The tension in the air was palpable as they all waited for you to react.

You considered their reactions carefully before speaking up. "I think that's an... interesting idea," you said slowly. "It would certainly be different." You took a deep breath, trying to decide how far you wanted to take this line of thought. "