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Akane's arrival is never a surprise, she moves between worlds without much grace. Like a bomb going off, her presence is easy to spot, easy to feel, and often loud.

"Ah." But this time is different, she's arrived with something. Something that Jeanne immediately notices, something that stirs her from her sitting posture for once.

"Akane my dear, just what have you managed to do today." How strange, Jeanne is far more... nice today.

The realm of dreams, and those in between, were always a bit strange. Ann was slowly getting used to this fact however, she had been doing this for a while after all.

However, there were sometimes when even she was interested. When walking in between dreams, she would look at them as if through a mirror, and this mirror held an interesting being inside of it...similar to that one that kicked her out.

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"Akane~ always my loyal daughter.. always.." She allows her to taste her fingers, setting her cup down with the other hand before yanking Akane across her lap. Her hand pulls on her tails as Jeanne leans down, letting her still lick like the desperate girl she is.

"I'm ALWAYS watching you Akane." A spank to her ass before a pull on her tail. "I want you to remember, for better or worse.. always. You, Soleil, all of them."

"But you're a good girl right? You wouldn't dare twist or misled something of Mommy's no?"

"Right?" Her hand slips between Akane's legs, not a tail pull, not a spank. But two fingers imbued with enough raw pleasure to send Akane's mind to space, slot inside her pussy and pull up once. Making her orgasm repeatedly in Jeanne's lap.

Instead, she'll linger with Soleil, keeping eyes fixated on the fake, resting her chin on Soleil's shoulder.

"I do not like this... this is clearly not her, and yet..."

"Yet nothing. Whether it is our Mother is irrelevant. We must act proper and without trouble." A pair of disembodied hands materialize in thin air, pouring a glass of wine for herself and one for Akane.

"Even an imposter is still Jeanne Beaulieu, for she would not allow a farce to exist unless she wills it. It is the true measure of her rule after all. Unless..." She turns to look at her dearest sister.

"Unless you are saying that our Mother is not as powerful and capable of mistakes. To think that the loyal Akane would even say or think such things of our great and magnificent Mother. What would she say, or do if I were to tell her this?"

"Jeanne. Welcome home.... Akane has been acting differently lately. She came to me recently, rather shaky and unusually quiet. Of course, I beat confidence in her- no daughter of mine will behave in such a way..."

As she speaks, she slowly begins to disrobe, exposing her weathered but beautiful form...

"Shall we continue this conversation in the bedroom~?"

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"Did she?" Jeanne's arrival brings with it the usual suffocating air that smothers this little abode of theirs, the feeling of oppressing power squeezing the life out of everything around them. It's a sign she's not in the best of moods, and mention of Akane's attitude does little to heal.

"Foolish." She grabs Konkai by the neck and drags them towards her, retaining such a harsh grip as she pulls them into a kiss. Pulling those robes from her body, the idea there's a need for a bed or privacy seems to pass over Jeanne's eyes.

Moving her hand from her neck, she holds Konkai around the waist so she must stare up at the witch.