Professor Layton and the Troublesome Tea Set

“Awright, Layton, we’re almost at Trimmond’s Trinkets. Tell us this theory of yours.” Inspector Chelmey growled.
“As you wish.” The professor adjusted his hat. “Gentlemen, it is my hypothesis that the two tea sets in question, the broken one and the one we are currently pursuing, were crafted using such a substance that causes the drinker to experience extreme… primal urges. When Miss Clearwater previously made tea with the set, her husband was there to satisfy her. However, now that her husband is gone, she was forced to seek alternative outlets. She likely never made the connection with the tea set until her most unfortunate experience, at which point she realized whoever purchases the identical tea set she recently sold is in danger as well. So she attempted to leave us a message- the letters found scratched in the table. Ah, here we are…”
Layton exited the squad car and hurried up to a stout man just about to lock the door to a building marked “TRIMMONDS TRINKETS”.
“Excuse me, sir, you wouldn’t happen to be the owner of this shop, would you?”
“Indeed I am, but we’ve just closed, so you’ll have to come back tomorrow.” The man said. Layton glanced up at the sky. The sun was setting.
“My, I didn’t realize how late it had gotten… But I’m not here to shop. I need to ask you some questions about a certain tea set.”
The man sighed and started to turn away. “Police have already been here. Told ‘em I didn’t know anything.”
“Please,” Layton urged. “Someone’s life may be in danger.”
The man turned back to Layton. “Well… All right. Couldn’t right call meself a man if I let any harm come to such a sweet girl.”
“It was a child who bought this from you? Do you remember her name?”
“Let me see… Flower? Flannery? Flora! That’s it, Flora was her name.”
Layton’s face fell. “This girl, was she about this tall, light brown hair, with a swirling hairstyle in the front?”
“That’s the one! Do you know her?”
Without responding, Layton turned and dashed back to the squad car.
“Back to my flat, please, Inspector!” he urged as he entered.
“What are you on about, Layton?” Chelmey asked.
“I’ll explain on the way! Go!”

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Luke was laying on his back in the middle of Flora’s pink-sheeted bed. The girl whose personality had just changed so dramatically kneeled above his chest, straddling him. She had removed his shirt and her underwear and was lifting the front of her dress.
“You see, Luke? You see how wet you’ve made me?” she breathed.
Luke eyed her glistening slit, cute and pink, and topped with a tiny bit of light brown hair. “Flora, I don’t think you’re thinking straight-”
“Of course I’m thinking straight, Luke.” She said, her voice muffled as she pulled off her dress.
The boy’s eyes widened. “Why are you taking that off?”
“Because it’s dirty, silly!” She giggled and licked the cum off the front of it, left there from the handjob she had given Luke earlier, and tossed the clothing onto the floor. Awestruck at her naked beauty, Luke reached up and slowly cupped his hands around her tiny breasts. Her skin was so soft.
“Looks like you’re getting the hang of it, huh?”
She leaned down and kissed him, then slowly slid her hips down his body until her wet entrance rested just above his erect penis. She broke their kiss.
“Flora…”
“Don’t worry, Luke. I read all about this.” She smiled sweetly, lowered her hips and enveloped him.