*After the phone call*
Amelia is holding a sobbing Grace in her arms, confused about what her friend just went through and something about killing innocent people.
"…"
Doesn't know how to respond to this situation, so she just stays silent, allowing Grace to let out her crying… until it slowly stops and she feels Grace's body start getting heavier, pushing her down. So, she slightly slides down and let Grace's body resting on top of her.
The weight and size of Grace's body are similar to a weighted blanket, combined with her ability to help reduce the heat of summer like an air conditioner. These elements make Amelia so comfortable that she fell asleep a few minutes in.
…
…
Unknown amount of time passed, Arsène returned to the shop just to see Amelia and Grace cuddling each other on the second floor, with Grace on top.
*crouch down then lightly smack Amelia's face*
Amelia wiggles her face a bit, then slowly opens her eyes: Brother?... *yaawnnnn* haaaa, what time is it?
Arsène: 9 PM… you ate anything yet?
Amelia: Hmm, well, snacks… wait, you were wearing a suit?
Arsène: You saw me leave the shop like this.
Amelia: No…
*reach her hand out and grabs his necktie with a bit of struggle from Grace's pressure*
"Hmm…! Dad's necktie? You were meeting with a high-tier client!
Arsène: Respectable client.
Amelia: Ugh, same thing. This is the first time you wear it, so tell me. Tell Me!
Arsène: Shouldn't we discuss the position you and Grace were found in?
Amelia: You mean, heavens, and she is really soft despite all that training, but tell me, tell me, tell me.
Arsène: No, that is private information.
Amelia: You suck!
Arsène: And you are annoying. Need any help?
Amelia: Yes, please.
Arsène: Ok.
*pull Grace off of Amelia and placing her leaning against the railing*
"Phew, hah. She has such high density. I need to sit down."
Amelia sits up from the floor: That's so mean of you… but you have a point. Modest body with medium-sized boobs, so the density must be stored in them… *reaching her hands toward Grace*
Arsène sighed, then pulled Amelia close to him: That's called sexual assault. Keep your hands to yourself, you pervert, and touch your own pair.
Amelia: Hmp, but we are friends, so we can do things to each other.
Arsène: Friends still need consent, especially when one is unconscious, so go free when both of you are conscious, and I'm not here.
Amelia: I see what you are implying. You are a man with urges after all.
Arsène glares at Amelia:… keep what you read to yourself.
Amelia freezes up due to fear for a second: Got it. No need to be so cold-hearted… but seriously, you should find someone. Don't want to waste Mom's beauty genes.
Arsène:… That's for the future. Now, check if Grace is still alive, then wake her up.
*release his grip*
Amelia: Ok!
*crawl toward Grace then lean into her chest*
…
"Alive!"
Then she felt her hair being brushed, which forced her to look up and see Grace's eyes open with red, then she instinctively crawled away but was restrained and being pressed against Grace's body.
Grace Alter: You love this body, don't you? All soft and developed.
Amelia: Arsène! Save me! It's a trap!
Arsène (What a mess.): You said it was heavens before. Changing your mind now?
Amelia: It's still heavens, but this Grace is not safe!
Grace Alter: That's mean of you~ *release Amelia from her grasp*
Amelia quickly gets behind Arsène and clings on to him: Come on, do something. You are the man of the shop.
Arsène: There is nothing to do, she is harmless.
Grace Alter: I sure am!
Amelia: Tch! Fine. Give Grace her body back.
Grace Alter: Unfortunately, I can't do that. She is in a really deep slumber right now, and all I can do is wait.
Amelia: Oh wow, the parasite stealing the host body, how harmless… wait, you have to wait?
Grace Alter: Of course, this is Lady's body. I can do anything I want with her body, as long as it is not ruined or defiled by people like you, Aunt Amelia.
Amelia: Hey! Taking it a bit too far there, I'm a great friend… also, Aunt Amelia. What type of manipulation is it?
Grace Alter: Giving title is a trait I obtain from Master and Lady. You want Grace to have children hence the title, Aunt Amelia. Your brother's title is Tailor because that is his job, and he wants no benefits from Lady.
Amelia: Stop painting me in a bad light. I'm a great, amazing, caring, supportive, one-of-a-kind friend. And you, say something to cover for your Sister!
Arsène: Well… you are cute, short, reliable, talk too much, annoying, handsy, obsessive, a bad daughter for nearly killing our mother, an instigator, but a great friend for Grace.
Amelia's mood drops to the floor:… I wish you stay quiet.
Arsène: And a talented Tailor.
Amelia: Shut up please. The more you talk, the more I suffer.
Arsène: I'm gonna go make dinner then. Suspect that both of you haven't eaten normal food yet.
*leave*
Grace Alter: Got it, and I'll take care of her.
Amelia:…
Grace Alter: So, you still need a model for outfitting? Because I'm available.
Amelia: No way I'm working with you when you are in my friend's body.
Grace Alter: Come on, except for the vibe, nothing is different, and I promise that I'll behave.
Amelia: You do have a point… *hesitant*
Grace Alter got up and got close to Amelia, grabbing her shoulders, then pushed her against the railing: I know you can use my body most effective, don't hesitate and do what you do best. I can endure a lot, so use this mannequin body and make its flesh shine.
Amelia froze up and felt her heart beating fast: She… you said that to me before… are you still there, Grace?
The red in Grace's eyes dissipated: I… yes.
Then the red returns.
Grace Alter: Lady is resting right now, best to not bothering her.
Amelia avoids looking at Grace Alter's eyes: I… I understand. I want to go back to my room for now.
Grace Alter releases her grasp on Amelia's shoulders: As you wish. I'll be helping Arsène with the dinner.
Amelia quickly bolts to her room and closing it shut.
Grace Alter quietly makes her way down the stairs and toward Arsène in the kitchen.
Arsène: You done with her?
Grace Alter: Of course, a bit of white lie to give her some hope.
Arsène: How is Grace doing?
Grace Alter: Lady is fine, she just sleeping, but I can also give her back to you two once she is nearly ready.
Arsène:… let her rest, but were you the one who caused it?
Grace Alter: I am at fault for parts of it, but I'm also a side product. Love is what makes her like this. The root of all problems… but have a very simple solution.
Arsène: Well, won't be that much of a problem. Unless you suddenly take Grace's body out for a walk for some experience.
Grace Alter: You twin are messed up in the head.
Arsène: Say that to Ame. She is the one who introduced me to all these ideas and scenarios, but not willing to show a lot of the messed-up stuff to Grace because she is too pure.
Grace Alter: I guess so, since she said they have great outfits and are good for inspiration.
Arsène: So, will we have the same problem like that night?
Grace Alter: Let's hope not, but it did open a great friendship between us.
Arsène: We are not friends. Just coworkers with mutual understanding. But it's strange that you don't know what you are fully capable of.
Grace Alter: It's best to just accept the odd situation rather than fighting against it.
…
Arsène:!!!
Grace Alter:!!!
Both were surprised by the loud bang from the door being opened, along with the sound of footsteps hastily getting down the stairs.
Amelia: Grace Alter gets into my office and undresses. Now!
Arsène:… (That is not what I expected.)
Grace Alter:… (That is way too fast of a recovery)
Amelia: That's right. Please!
Grace Alter: Ok, please lead the way. Thanks for the conversation, Arsène.
Arsène: Sure, anytime.
Amelia grabs Grace Alter's hand and pulls her into the office, along with a locking sound that can be clearly heard from the kitchen.
Arsène casually goes back to cooking dinner but worries a bit about Grace Alter.