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<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[START YOUR DAY->Intro]]</center><img src="images/adamboutique_alone.png" width="100%"/>
<i>Whirr!</i>
The sewing machine stops.
"And that's it! All done!"
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<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[It's been a productive morning, and you've just finished a beautiful dress for Lady Momoash.->Intro 2]]</center><img src="images/adamboutique_alone.png" width="100%"/>
You're Adam Sandlerton, a small-time couturier with your own little tailoring boutique.
Cheerful and outgoing, you moved out of Gloucester from your cheese-making family home at nineteen to start your own business.
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<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[You've been in town ever since.->Intro 3]]</center><img src="images/adamboutique_alone.png" width="100%"/>
Anyway, business has been good since Lady Momoash was introduced to your boutique and ordered a dress.
She's been doing it ever since, and has gotten her friends and relatives to also order dresses from you.
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<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[Lady Momoash has become a good friend as well as a regular.->Intro 5]]</center><img src="images/adamboutique_alone.png" width="100%"/>
Today you've finished a dress for her. What will you do?
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<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[Stay in your boutique to add additional details->Stay in boutique]]</center>
<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[Go to Momoash Manor to deliver her dress->Pack Dress In Box]]</center>(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[
###THE MOMOASH MANSION ROUTE IS NOT AVAILABLE IN THIS DEMO
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You decide to stay in your shop today to add finer details to her dress. After all, Lady Momoash - known to most as Bessie - is a wonderful friend and you want to give her the best.
<i>Knock, knock</i>, comes the door, and you look up from your sewing.
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<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[Answer the door]]</center><center><img src="images/18plus_rating_label.png"/>
###WARNING
This game contains adult themes and sexual content. Please be advised that only users above 18 may continue.
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####(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[I am over 18 and accept the risks.->SPLASH PAGE]]
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Your dad wasn't too happy. He'd had hoped you'd continue rolling cheese down the hill with him.
But that's fine; someday you'll be able to make a dress themed around cheese rolling. At least, that's what he pesters you to do each time he writes!
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<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[After all, rolling cheese is in your family's blood!->Intro 4]]</center><img src="images/adamboutique_dwayne_hat.png" width="100%"/>
"Hallo!" a familiar face appears at the doorway, all smiles.
It's Dwayne Jeanson, the youngest son of the Jeanson Haberdashers. He's sunny and lovable, and very eager to please.
He's one of the first people you met in town, when you first moved in. Now, after three years, you're still friends.
"I hope you're not too busy today," he says, trying to peek inside.
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<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[Invite him in->Invite Dwayne]]</center>
<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[Tell Dwayne you're busy->Decline Dwayne]]</center><img src="images/adamboutique_dwayne_hat.png" width="100%"/>
"Hello, Dwayne!" you say cheerily. "Come on in! It's just me in the boutique today. Nobody's come in all afternoon."
"That's too bad," he replies with a grin. "But cheer up! I've brought some cakes to share with you."
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<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[He walks in breezily.->Dwayne comes in]]</center><img src="images/adamboutique_dwayne_hat.png" width="100%"/>
"Gosh, I'm so sorry, Dwayne," you say wistfully. "I need to finish the rest of Lady Momoash's dress. If it's not too important, I hope you can come back another time."
"That's too bad," he replies, smiling sadly. "I've brought some cakes to share with you over some tea. But that's alright - we can have them another time. Here, I'll give you half!"
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<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[Cheerfully, he divides them up and gives exactly half to you.->Accept Dwayne's Cakes]]</center><img src="images/adamboutique_dwayne_nohat.png" width="100%"/>
Dwayne knows you like cakes!
"I'll make a pot of tea, then!" you skip off towards the small kitchen eagerly. Without you needing to show him around, Dwayne takes off his hat and finds a seat at the cosiest area of the boutique.
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<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[Looking around, he spots your newly finished dress.->Dwayne Dress]]</center><img src="images/adamboutique_dwayne_nohat.png" width="100%"/>
"What a beautiful dress!" he exclaims. "It's for Bessie, isn't it?"
Dwayne and Lady Momoash have known each other since they were children. She's like a sister to him, and quite plainly he was the one who had introduced her to your boutique.
You bring the pot of tea to the little table in the middle of the shop and sit opposite him.
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<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[["I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you."->Thank Dwayne]]</center>
<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[Start gobbling down the cake->Gobble cake]]</center><img src="images/adamboutique_alone.png" width="100%"/>
You accept his cakes with a smile and continue on sewing additional items onto the dress after he leaves. After an hour or two, you snip the thread with finality.
"Perfect!" you exclaim, and put the dress in a box.
<center><img src="images/divider_scissors_withflorals.png" width="30%"/></center>
<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[Then, whistling as gaily as a blackbird, you head outside.->Deliver Dress]]</center><img src="images/adamboutique_dwayne_nohat.png" width="100%"/>
"It is," you smile at him. "Thank you, Dwayne. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you."
At this, Dwayne chokes on his tea and goes red.
"I-It's no matter!" says Dwayne, waving energetically. "I've always liked your creations anyway, and well, you're plenty handsome..."
Dwayne's words trail away in horror when he realizes what he has just said. He looks over his teacup at you, as if trying to gauge your reaction.
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<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[["You're handsome too."->Dwayne Handsome Too]]</center>
<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[Ignore his blunder->Dwayne Ignore Blunder]]</center><img src="images/adamboutique_dwayne_nohat.png" width="100%"/>
"Well, I think you're very handsome too," you reply, smiling teasingly.
To be honest, Dwayne had good looks to go with his kind and sunny nature. Very few people disliked him, and the few who did mostly felt so out of jealousy. Dwayne was a popular fellow and had many admirers.
Hearing you, Dwayne starts to get flustered. It's very, very obvious that he likes you.
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<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[Seduce him->Seduce Dwayne]]</center>
<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[Laugh it off->Laugh it off]]</center><img src="images/adamboutique_dwayne_nohat.png" width="100%"/>
You laugh, choosing to ignore his blunder. After his initial tension, Dwayne sighs with relief and goes back to smiling easily.
The two of you spend an hour eating and drinking together. Suddenly, gasping as you look at the clock, you jump to your feet.
"Oh dear!" you shout, "I've quite forgotten - I had a few more things to add to Lady Momoash's dress! Sorry, Dwayne, but I hope we can see each other some other time."
"It's alright!" he laughs. "I'll come by again sometime, Adam!"
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<center>[[Cheerfully, leaves you some cakes and heads for the door.->Accept Dwayne's Cakes]]</center><img src="images/adamboutique_dwayne_nohat.png" width="100%"/>
Dwayne's adorable when he's flustered like that.
But for a man who wears his heart on his sleeve, he doesn't really take action on his feelings. Due to this, you know that you're the one who'll have to make the first move.
The cheerful, bright smile on your face turns seductive - and slightly lasvicious as you continue nibbling on your piece of cake, cream getting all over your fingers as you suck on them.
Dwayne only continues to sweat, completely tense.
<center><img src="images/divider_scissors_withflorals.png" width="30%"/></center>
<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[Smear cream on Dwayne's shirt->Dwayne - Smear Cream]]</center>
<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[Drop your cake on your lap->Dwayne - Drop Cake]]</center><img src="images/adamboutique_dwayne_nohat.png" width="100%"/>
Without further ado, you start gobbling down the cakes as if you've been starving. Dwayne grins as he watches you.
"You're simply adorable," he says warmly, reaching out to tenderly wipe a bit of cream from your face.
Dwayne's hand stops halfway in horror when he realizes what he has just done. Nervously, he glances at you, as if trying to gauge your reaction.
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<center>[[Lick his fingers->Lick Dwayne's Fingers]]</center>
<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[Ignore his blunder->Dwayne Ignore Blunder]]</center><img src="images/adamboutique_dwayne_nohat.png" width="100%"/>
Slowly, and very sensually, you poke your tongue out to lap at his fingers.
Dwayne swallows hard, his cheeks reddening - he's always liked you and you know it. It's not as if he's ever said it out loud; it's just that he's just that bad at hiding his feelings.
Dwayne Jeanson is a man who wears his heart on his sleeve, for better or for worse, and quite frankly, at this time you really don't mind it at all.
In fact, it's cute when he's flustered like that. The angelic look on your face melts away.
<center><img src="images/divider_scissors_withflorals.png" width="30%"/></center>
<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[Smear cream on Dwayne's shirt->Dwayne - Smear Cream]]</center>
<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[Drop a piece of cake on your lap->Dwayne - Drop Cake]]</center><img src="images/adamboutique_dwayne_nohat.png" width="100%"/>
"Don't look like that," you laugh. "Everyone thinks you're handsome anyway, Dwayne."
"Hahaha! You're right," he chuckles. His hopeful expression falls a little, but after a while he returns to smiling.
The two of you spend another half hour eating and drinking together. Suddenly, gasping as you look at the clock, you jump to your feet.
"Oh dear!" you exclaim, "I've quite forgotten - I had a few more things to add to Lady Momoash's dress! Sorry, Dwayne, but I hope we can see each other some other time."
"It's alright!" he laughs. "I'll come by again sometime, Adam!"
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<center>[[Cheerfully, leaves you some cakes and heads for the door.->Accept Dwayne's Cakes]]</center><img src="images/adamboutique_dwayne_nohat.png" width="100%"/>
With a most mischievous expression on your face, you run your cream-covered fingers on Dwayne's shirt.
And then, with a look of mock horror, you cover your mouth.
"Oh dear," you say innocently. "I'm so sorry - but here, look - you're in my boutique. Why don't you come with me to the dressing room and we'll get you... changed to something else?"
You stand up and walk towards the room, all smiles.
"Dwayne?"
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<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[Dwayne swallows a lump down his throat and follows you obediently.->Dwayne - Dressing Shirt]]</center><img src="images/adamboutique_dwayne_nohat.png" width="100%"/>
With a grin rivalling that of the devil's, you drop your cake on your lap. You sit there for a while, allowing the cream to run all over it.
"Oh dear," you say with a smile. "How very clumsy of me! I suppose I shall have to change out of my pants."
You walk towards the dressing room before peeking out behind the curtain coyly.
"Dwayne? Would you like to help?"
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<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[Dwayne swallows a lump down his throat and nods before jerkily getting up.->Dwayne - Dressing Pants]]</center><img src="images/dressingroom_dwayne_nohat.png" width="100%"/>
You grin as Dwayne enters the room, looking very excited indeed. Once he's inside, you draw the curtains shut.
"Now, let's see here," you say, grinning at him. "How does one go about this? Would you like to look at any available shirts? Or..."
Your hands start roaming down his chest, over his shirt and all over the delicious cream. Two nubs perk up from your caresses.
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<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[["May I?" you ask as you hover your hand over his buttons.->Dwayne - Dressing Shirt 2]]</center><img src="images/dressingroom_dwayne_nohat.png" width="100%"/>
You grin as Dwayne follows after you like a rather lost but hungry puppy. Once he's inside, you draw the curtains shut.
"Now, let's see here," you start to undo your pants, pulling it down partway. "Oh! Oh my - my accident seems to have grown."
"I... oh, pardon?" Dwayne hovers over, looking concerned. "Do you need help with that, Adam?"
You laugh as he bends over and flushes when he sees that you've gotten quite hard.
"Oh, Dwayne!" you say. "Good old loving Dwayne! But yes, I do need help with that."
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<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[Swaying your hips, you encourage him to bend down.->Dwayne - Dressing Pants 2]]</center><img src="images/dressingroom_dwayne_nohat.png" width="100%"/>
Dwayne gets on his knees, licking his lips.
You know he's been thirsty for a while now, what with all that cake to eat. So, leaning back, you allow him to give you the full Jeanson Tea Service.
"Drinking directly from the spout, I see," you grin mischievously, running your fingers through his auburn hair as he wraps his supple lips around your cock. "What bad manners, Dwayne Jeanson!"
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<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[Dwayne attempts to smile back, but his mouth is busy.->Dwayne - Dressing XXX]]</center><img src="images/dressingroom_dwayne_nohat.png" width="100%"/>
His mouth isn't the only busy thing, however.
You moan as Dwayne moves his hands to your bottom, squeezing them eagerly as he sucks on your entire length. His finger starts gently exploring the rim of the hole there, making it twitch helplessly.
"Dwayne..." you breathe, "You're such a tease..."
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<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[His finger doesn't stop. After a while, he adds another.->Dwayne - Dressing XXX 2]]</center><img src="images/dressingroom_dwayne_nohat.png" width="100%"/>
You smile lecherously as he nods - you're a big fan of cherries, you see, and Dwayne has two fine ones. Undoing his buttons, you run your hands under his shirt, pinching them with great delight.
"Adam..." you notice Dwayne looking at you. Although he seems to be enjoying your ministrations, you can tell that he's distracted.
"Oh, this?" you follow his line of sight, which is aimed at your rapidly growing bulge. Undoing your pants and pulling it down, you grin.
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<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[["Fancy a drink, Dwayne?" you ask.->Dwayne - Dressing Pants 2]]</center><img src="images/dressingroom_dwayne_nohat.png" width="100%"/>
His fingers are well-formed and invigorating and his mouth is moist and hot, making you tingle all over. You arch your back and groan - Dwayne's very, very good at this, and his fingers and lips are all just like him - very eager to please.
With one hand lifting your thigh up over his shoulder and the other one pumping profusely behind, Dwayne bobs his head faster and faster to bring you closer to the edge.
"No...! Dwayne, I... ah!" you shout, before bursting into relief in his mouth.
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<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[Dwayne grins as he wipes his mouth, swallowing.<br/><br/>"Good tea," he says, smiling like the sun.->Dwayne - Final Fork]]</center><img src="images/dressingroom_dwayne_nohat.png" width="100%"/>
As Dwayne rises from his knees, he looks at you warmly and adoringly. His cheeks are flushed and his lips are wet, making him look alluring.
"Adam?" he ventures to ask hopefully. "Would you like for us to be able to spend the rest of the day together? Just the two of us?"
You eye him discreetly. Looking at his earnest face, you...
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<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[Agree to stay->Dwayne - Ending]]</center>
<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[Decline him->Dwayne - Decline Ending]]</center><img src="images/dressingroom_dwayne_nohat.png" width="100%"/>
"Oh dear!" you say. "I wish I could, Dwayne. Sadly, I do have a dress to deliver this afternoon. I'll see you again sometime, yes? We'll do something again then."
Dwayne sighs, but smiles back anyway. He rubs your fingers in his, and, rearranging his clothes, he pushes the curtains apart and makes his way out of the dressing room.
You fold your arms with a haughty and mischievous smile on your face. For a bit, it makes your angelic looks quite wicked.
After all, you know that it's these little honey-tasting sessions that keeps a bee coming back.
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<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[Whistling as you dress and exit the dressing room, you pack Lady Momoash's dress into a box and head out of the boutique.->Deliver Dress]]</center><img src="images/adamboutique_alone.png" width="100%"/>
The dress looks good as it is, and everything appears to be in perfect order. Adding or subtracting anything just wouldn't do!
"I suppose I'll just deliver it today," you say to yourself, chin in your hand.
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<center>(t8n-depart:"instant")+(t8n-arrive:"dissolve")+(t8n-time:3s)[[Then, whistling as gaily as a blackbird, you pack the dress in a box and head outside.->Deliver Dress]]</center>(align:"=><=")+(box:"X")[<img src="images/flower_heart_machine.png" width="50%"/>]
"I thought you'd never ask," you coo, pecking him on his cheek with a soft kiss. Instantly, Dwayne chokes and his charming face goes red in delight.
You stare into his sparkling green eyes and smile. There's something special about Dwayne, you see - not only was he one of the first few people you met ever since you moved here, he's also been a loyal friend all through the years you've known each other.
You can't live without Dwayne. You know that.
Leaving the dressing room together, Dwayne wraps you in his arms and kisses you deeply. Suddenly, he looks up.
"Oh!" Dwayne gasps, remembering the garment. "Don't you have a dress to deliver?"
"She wouldn't mind not having it today," you laugh, cupping his cheeks to turn his head to face you. After all, Bessie's dress can wait - you've got more important things to do today!
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