Instead of returning to her detective agency, Séraphine headed straight home because she was exhausted from everything she had been through that afternoon.
However, she did not go alone; Élodie and Francisca decided to accompany her. After all, they had many things to discuss because what happened today could not be taken lightly.
Not to mention the most important issue: The Adventure Group! It started as a whimsical idea of Séraphine's, but because of today's events, all three women were now serious about making it a reality.
When Séraphine opened the door to her apartment, it wasn't she who went in first but rather Élodie, who was curious about the witch's living environment. After all, who wouldn't be curious about a witch's house?
"It's so...normal!" the blonde exclaimed, disappointed by how ordinary the surroundings were.
Francisca noticed that Séraphine's furniture was expensive, but because she wasn't knowledgeable about such matters, disappointment filled her face when she didn't find what she expected.
She didn't see the skulls displayed in cases that she had imagined, especially since the witch had a skull in her office. In her house, however, there were none.
She didn't find any strange masks, straw dolls, crow feathers, strange rugs, or exotic curtains either. She didn't see a crystal ball or paintings of eyes on the walls either! What kind of witch's house was this?
"I don't know what you had in mind, but the 'witch' stuff is at my agency." Knowing the interest the blonde had shown in her house, Séraphine had already expected this reaction, so after yawning, she said these words in a tired tone.
"However, you have a very special piece of furniture here. This piece is very expensive!" Francisca wasted no time approaching the sofa in the living room and sitting down on it.
"Isn't it just for sitting?" What does it matter if it costs money?" asked Éloïde, showing that she didn't care much about material things.
"If you don't live comfortably, why would you want money so much?" Séraphine replied with another question. She sat down on the furniture, letting her body slide down a little. For her, it was quite comfortable, but for others, it would be considered poor posture.
"Is that why you're so obsessed with money?" Knowing how the witch acted on this subject, Francisca was curious and took advantage of the moment to ask the question.
Élodie was interested in the topic as well, so she left her hammer leaning against a nearby wall to hear the brunette's response. Then she sat down on the sofa with the other girls, leaving Séraphine between her and Francisca.
"There's no story of overcoming adversity behind it, nor is there an inspiring tale. There was simply a moment in my life when I understood that earning money myself was much more satisfying than receiving it from my parents.
It's a way to distract myself. With enough money, I can indulge myself by buying nice things or clothes I like or continuing my hobbies." After sighing, Séraphine pointed to a shelf in the living room where there were several similar objects:
Miniature ships. Some were simply placed there, while others were inside glass bottles. Francisca had already noticed these objects but thought, as with everything else, that they were things the witch had bought ready-made to decorate her house.
She never thought Séraphine liked model ships. Upon closer inspection, the redhead noticed that the figures were highly detailed and included various models, ranging from ancient ships from the Age of Exploration to more modern metal ones.
There were merchant ships, pirate ships, steamboats, and warships. She had all kinds! The shelf was filled with these models, showing the witch's fascination, and perhaps obsession, with these objects.
"Oh, I thought you were obsessed with money for no reason. Did you build them yourself?" asked Élodie. She wanted to get up and get closer to the figures, but Séraphine's hand got in the way. It pressed against her stomach and pushed her back onto the sofa.
"DON'T TOUCH MY SHIPS...! Hey, you're strong," Séraphine exclaimed, somewhat upset. But her tone changed abruptly as she became intrigued by what she could feel.
Séraphine already knew that Élodie was strong. After all, she had seen her muscular arms and noticed her legs many times. But she never thought she would have such a firm abdomen.
She raised an eyebrow, expressing her curiosity, and continued to feel up on Élodie, who blushed a little at the sudden contact. Instead of refusing, she simply settled down on the sofa, letting the witch explore her body.
Why did she react this way? The blonde couldn't think of a reason, but she felt relaxed when she felt Séraphine's touch. Having gone through a stressful situation earlier, she let things flow.
"Oh? Are you already so confident in yourselves?" Francisca asked mischievously, resting her head on the witch's shoulder and watching Séraphine's actions.
"I just didn't think that Élodie's abdominal muscles would feel so good," the brunette replied distractedly. Her eyes narrowed when she realized the meaning of what she had just said.
"Do you want to see them?" Élodie asked quietly. She made Séraphine look at her while Francisca smiled, finding the whole situation amusing.
"If you're going to show us something, you can't be the only one, right?" Why don't all three of us contribute?" After all, Séraphine has some interesting things that I'm sure you'd like to see." Taking advantage of her position, the redhead slid her hands under Séraphine's armpits, reaching her ample breasts. She grabbed them, spreading her fingers as wide as possible.
"Hey, I've always wanted to do that!" Seeing how daring Élodie had become, a hint of envy appeared in her eyes. She had wanted to do the same thing since the night before!
"Do you really want to touch my breasts that badly? They're nothing special." Séraphine remained calm, not caring about Francisca's overly intimate contact.
Although she seemed to downplay her own beauty, she lifted her cheek and flashed an arrogant smile. How could she not be aware of her attractiveness?
She was just pretending, which was obvious to the other two girls. Séraphine was a genuine witch, aware of how beautiful she was. She had used her attractiveness as a weapon and now used it as a source of jokes to ease the tension the three women felt.
Élodie knew the witch was being conceited, as usual, so she rolled her eyes. Then, an idea occurred to her. With a smile on her face, the blonde moved closer to Séraphine and placed her hands on her chest.
"They're pretty big. I don't know how your back doesn't hurt," Francisca complained, shaking the witch's breasts because she was jealous. After all, of the three, she was the least endowed.
"Or how you keep your balance with them," muttered Élodie, who, mentally comparing the size of Séraphine's breasts with her own, realized hers were smaller by far.
"Ha! A witch must know how to overcome that kind of thing. I can even run in heels. Not just a light jog, I'm talking about running at high speed over a long distance," boasted the witch, exuding pride through her words and gestures.
"Nah, I don't believe you. That's too far-fetched," Francisca replied, not entirely convinced by Séraphine's words. Séraphine simply snorted and didn't pursue the subject.
"So, are you going to keep groping me like this? There's nothing inside. I don't know what you're looking for," she said. She saw that the blonde's and redhead's hands were becoming more mischievous. They were unbuttoning her shirt and exposing her torso and black bra. The brunette felt it was time to stop.
It wasn't that she cared too much about being touched. In fact, she could say she was enjoying it because the girls knew how to touch her breasts without making her feel uncomfortable or annoyed, which she appreciated.
However, in her mind, the conditions for this kind of "special" advance had not yet been met. She didn't want to lose her virginity after a moment of playful jokes!
Especially since she knew Francisca was doing it purely for fun and not for anything sexual. If there was one thing that excited the redhead, it was alchemy. Perhaps if Séraphine were an alchemical work, it would arouse her more.
However, Élodie was a different matter entirely. She didn't know why, but her caresses felt much more special and relaxing, giving her a different kind of pleasure.
She didn't understand why her body reacted this way, but when she felt the blonde's fingers brush against her skin, her muscles tensed, her skin prickled, her breathing quickened, and chills ran down her spine.
She enjoyed the mere contact of touching Élodie's abs through her police uniform. This was the first time something like this had ever happened to her. Unable to fully understand the origin of these physical reactions, she paused.
But at that moment, her green eyes met the blonde's blue ones, and the response never came. They both remained silent, staring at each other.
Francisca noticed, so she slowly released Séraphine and began to back away. She got up from the sofa and approached an armchair. She enjoyed the subtle interaction between the witch and the warrior while crossing her legs.
"I understand, but it seems that you haven't stopped touching me." Though her words might sound strange in another context, she was referring to Séraphine's constant touching of her abdomen, which continued even after she removed her hands from the witch's body.
"Hmm? Sorry." Realizing what she had done, Séraphine felt her face grow hot, though the blush was not very noticeable due to her dark skin.
Due to the temperature rise, the witch instinctively began to take off her shirt before remembering that she was not alone. The exhaustion caused by her experiences today had distracted her, which was one of the reasons for her actions.
However, her previous actions had left her shirt half off, revealing her bare shoulders and large breasts covered by a black lace bra.
"They are indeed more impressive when you see them like this," Francisca commented, genuinely admiring Séraphine's breasts. It wasn't every day that one could appreciate breasts as large as these.
"Imagine seeing them every day in the mirror," Séraphine said, taking advantage of the situation to show off some more. She finished tying her shirt and ended up reclining on the sofa, no trace of her usual pretentiousness remaining.
"Doesn't it bother you that we're here?" Élodie asked curiously. Although she tried to maintain eye contact with the witch, her gaze kept drifting toward her chest.
'They look bigger without clothes!' thought the blonde, blushing a little from embarrassment. Neither the redhead nor the brunette said anything about it, though.
It wasn't that they hadn't noticed; neither of them was in the mood to joke around or escalate the situation by asking why the police officer was blushing.
The atmosphere was quite relaxed and pleasant. Séraphine had invited them to sleep at her house and told them they could take a bath and borrow clothes.
Francisca always had extra clothes in her spacesuit, but she was only two centimeters taller than Élodie, so the witch's clothes would fit her well.
But now, even though they were talking, it was obvious from each girl's constant yawning and blinking that they were very sleepy. Still, they continued chatting because the calm atmosphere was conducive to relaxation after today's experience.
"Wait a minute. Do you have piercings?" asked Éloïde. She had thought something was strange when she touched Séraphine earlier, but now, looking more closely at the witch's bra, she noticed marks in that area.
She recognized them as piercings from her time in the army. Although soldiers weren't supposed to have that kind of body modification, there were a lot of idle people among them, so police officers got used to seeing these adornments on their female colleagues.
"Yes, guess how I got them," replied Séraphine, who covered one eye with her hand as if thinking of something funny. A smile appeared on her lips.
"Did Miss Rohan have a rebellious phase? Any tattoos on her butt that we should know about?" Francisca asked, hoping to hear more gossip.
"You have a tattoo on your butt? I have one too!" exclaimed Élodie, hoping that Séraphine did as well. Maybe they could show each other theirs?
"No, not yet. My great-great-grandmother gave it to me when I turned 18," Séraphine answered. The two girls were surprised, while the witch burst out laughing.
"Don't you wonder why I like boats so much? My nanny has a magic boat! She's an explorer from the old days. She's very strange, but she always sends me birthday gifts, even though I haven't seen her since I was five," the witch added, revealing a little of her past and her emotions in the process.
"What a cool lady," murmured Élodie, longing to have a relative like that. Who wouldn't want a relative like that?
"She is, and thanks to today, I'll be filling my mouth and ears with more piercings," replied Séraphine after clicking her tongue; she could still taste her own blood.
"I guess she's lived a long time. Is she a witch?" asked Francisca, focusing on this aspect of Séraphine's story.
"Yes! She is. My great-grandfather is a wizard, my grandmother is an alchemist, my father is a warrior, and I am a witch. You could say that's why she pays more attention to me," said Séraphine excitedly. Even though she hadn't seen her great-great-grandmother in a long time, they had never lost touch because she constantly received letters from her.
"Well, I want to know more, but I feel sticky. Where's your bathroom?" Francisca stood up and approached Séraphine. She removed her hand from her face and pointed in the direction of her house.
When the redhead left, only the witch and the warrior remained. Then, Élodie moved closer to Séraphine. The latter did not expect such an act and sat more comfortably on the sofa, leaving the two very close to each other.
"Do you need anything?" Seeing the blonde's expression, the brunette decided to take the initiative and ask. This caused the warrior to lower her head and murmur.
"Can I put my head on your lap?" Mentally, she complained that this wasn't what she wanted to ask, but it was a much more acceptable request than the one she had in mind.
Séraphine didn't answer. She simply lifted Élodie's chin with her index finger. With a big smile showing her teeth, the witch patted her thighs, then her chest, causing ripples.
"I don't have any problems, but I thought you'd aim higher," Séraphine joked, making Élodie burst out laughing. She rested her head on Séraphine's thighs.
"Maybe later," the blonde murmured, closing her eyes and letting sleep envelop her. Even though she still didn't understand why, she felt quite comfortable around the witch.
"Hmph, that's not fair," Séraphine complained softly before looking at the warrior's legs with interest.
The two of them spent a while in complete calm together. They didn't need much to achieve this state. Could Séraphine consider her strange situation with Élodie one of the benefits gained today?
In the future, the witch's answer to that question would be a resounding yes.