Marin went back to what he was doing in the first place: going through the attic for stuff that can break the windows... and materials to bring back to his studio for some new casual wear he was cooking up.
"Non, a tasteless colour... non, too many ruffles.... non, an outdated style of dress.... *sigh* there simply isn't anything I can work with!" Marin huffed as a hand touched his shoulder.
"AIIIIIIE! ... Oh, madame mousel.... it is only you...." Marin sighed as he realized it was Peaches.
"Hey sugah, whatcha got there?" the belle asked as she pressed her bust against Marin's chest.
"Oh, it is only some drab material, it is not going to work with my current vision." Marin sighed as he went back to searching.
Peaches sits on the box Marin is searching with her butt jutting out.
"What kinda vision, honey?" the blonde said with a wink and a smooch.
"I design clothing. I run a small boutique in the middle of a town they call... Lakeside." Marin explained.
"Ah reckon it's a fun little town." Peaches said with bedroom eyes.
"Well, in my particular social circle, it is more of a typical town with ze occasional bit of madness..." Marin said as he shifted to another box.
Peaches blocked him again, spreading her legs and lifting her hem high enough to show him her panties (and her moist clit).
"Ah wanna help yah with yer vision, iffin yah give me a little somethin' in return." the blonde advanced.
"Non! I have a loving woman back home!" Marin jumped back in flustered annoyance.
"Just one ride on yer little stallion, handsome... she doesn't have to know....." Peaches purred as she placed his hand on her boob.
Marin pulled his hand away "Non! I am not married to you! I will not engage you in zis little act!"
"Yer a virgin?! Whut kinda lady meets a cutie like you and doesn't take him on the spot?" Peaches asked as she opened up her dress and took her bra off, her hard nipples jutting out like tacks. "Come on honey, ah wanna make a man of you...."
Marin bit his lips before he...