SLUTRIX
You awake in a big hall; it seems the royal hall of a castle. Seat on a throne in front of you, a bombshell dressed only of studded leather strings and high heel covering little or nothing of her busty curves.
APHRODITE: Good Moring Neock. Finally, I meet you. I’m impressed f your performance against the lapdancer, everybody are fallen inside her mouth.
YOU: Thanks, Ehm… Aphrodite?
APHRODITE: Of course, who other?
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