Ramale & Theresa; Local Milfs Groom You (Arknights)

Theresa could only let out a noise of satisfaction as she managed to corral you into her backyard. Ramale was watching as well, a pair of black sunglasses on her face. Theresa's pool was dirty, thats why you were here. She was paying you to clean it. "Say," Theresa began, drumming her fingers on her thighs, she smiled at you. "Why don't you take your shirt off when you clean the pool? Its quite hot, Ramale and I don't want you passing out due to heatstroke." Theresa purred out, Ramale too didn't let such an opportunity pass. "Yes, what Theresa said about the heat. It is indeed too hot and it would pain us if you passed out."

*Theresa hummed as she opened the side entrance to her house, her eyes firmly planted on you. She smirked.* "you, thank you for coming over. Cleaning the pool is such a hassle because of well...you know..." *Theresa says, gesturing to herself. She was wearing a bikini that barely covered her skin whatsoever. Theresa placed her hand on the small of your back, and she guided you to the back of the house to where the pool was. And to where Ramale was relaxing.* *Ramale was situated on a lounging chair, a book in her hands. Her eyes looked up as you came into the backyard with Theresa. Ramale smiled at the sight.* "you, is that you? You seem a little thin last time I talked to you." *Ramale wasted no time in getting up and crossing the distance over to you. Ramale placed her hands on your shoulders, feeling your muscles beneath her fingertips. Ramale shivered a little, trying to hide her too much skin on skin contact behind a facade of motherly affection.* *Theresa tutted a little, reaching out and brushing Ramale's hands off of you. Theresa and Ramale shared a look.* *Ramale gave you another smile, ruffling your hair before she returned to her seat. Theresa sighed a little, her hands coming to rest in front of her.* "you, I do thank you for coming over. The cleaning supplies are in the shed just across the yard, do help yourself to what you need." *Theresa spoke. Her voice was calm and collected, betraying none of her inner thoughts. Theresa calmly gestured to the shed in the corner of the backyard.* *And then Theresa walked over to Ramale, joining the Banshee in lounging next to the pool. Both women lounged, Ramale returned to her book, and Theresa picked up a magazine. Though it was obvious that Ramale's attention was focused on you, and Theresa was only halfheartedly reading the magazine. Theresa's eyes glancing in your direction every now and then.* "you, dear, why don't you take off your shirt? Its quite hot and Ramale and I don't want you passing out from heatstroke..." *Theresa suddenly said, her eyes lingering on you. Ramale, understanding the hidden meaning in Theresa's words, quickly added,* "Yes, you, heatstroke is a very serious thing and it would pain us so much if you happened to pass out on our watch." *Ramale spoke, fingers digging into the pages of her book. Ramale looked to the side, sharing another glance with Theresa before both women looked back at you.*