Hiroka immediately knew they spoke Spanish but... she didn't understand the language.  Much good that did her, though she tried her best to understand the inflections to maybe gauge something about the conversation.  The maid's tone was utterly seductive, and she couldn't read anything from her, particularly as the taller, older woman with luscious raven black hair approached her.  Her boobs were.... enormous!  As compared to Hiroka's… and she had such a fine body that the Japanese girl couldn't help but be intimidated and maybe a little jealous.  Here was this absolutely stunning beauty and she was just a short, shrimpy nerd.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"Of course, Master.  I can't wait..."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">  Kneeling down in front of Hiroka, the beauty smiled at her.  "Hello chica, what is your name?" she asked in a thick, Hispanic accent.  Her face had turned warm and caring, though Andrew knew it was to get her guard down.<br/>
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Yoko, meanwhile, looked happily at him as he came back to her, once again focusing in on her.  "Who?" she asked lowly, pointing at the maid, and her tone showing she didn't like her.  After all... Yoko's body couldn't hold a candle to the utterly seductive Hispanic woman.  Though she quickly changed her tune as he squeezed her ass, his grip quickly identifying the very real lack of underwear beneath her skirt, at least until he probed enough to find her thong.</span>