>>99164484the anon that inspired that image sure made a wall of greentext
Anon was sitting at the kitchen table in the residence of one Mr & Mrs Rogers. He was on a date with Amelia Bedelia,a maid who was employed by them.
They had met on Tinder. Her profile picture was a poorly lit picture of some wood. Anon had sent her a message on a whim. Surprisingly, he received a reply, where phrases like "come over to my house" and "Im thirsty" were exchanged. Encouraged by his desperation from still being a virgin, he left as fast as he could to meet this woman.
The date was not going as Anon had expected.
"Thanks for the help, Anon. It would have been awfully hard to get on the roof myself."
"N-no problem,Amelia. Why did you need to throw the phone down the chimney,again?"
"My master was very specific in his instructions. My to-do list says to drop tinder into the fireplace."
Amelia had taken a cheesecake from the counter and put it in the refrigerator to cool further.
Anon was confused, but chalked it up to his general inexperience with women.
"How about we grab a drink?"
Amelia picked up a soda from the refrigerator and sat back down.
"Good idea, Anon. My hands are a bit sore from climbing onto the roof," said Amelia as she iced her hands with the drink.
"Huh," thought Anon. The subtle approach was not working. Anon resolved himself and thought, "Enough dancing around the issue."
"How about we take this to the next level?"
Amelia smiled, "I thought you'd never ask."
She led Anon up the stairs and into one of the house's bedrooms.
"I almost forgot to show you the second floor of the house.Thanks for reminding me Anon," said Amelia with a bow.
"Well, she isn't mad" thought Anon. "Maybe the direct approach is working?"
Anon went for it again."Do you...want to get busy?"
Amelia replied with a quizzical expression. "Hmm, I seem to have finished all my chores, thanks to your help. I'm not busy at all."
"Damn, maybe she's playing hard to get?", mused Anon. "I'm going for it."
