You begin to erect uncontrollably and glance anxiously at Victoria. She seems to ignore your organ's response and continues to stroke lightly:
"Well it doesn't look too bad, really. I'll put some cream on it and we'll clear it up in no time."
You start to ask her what she means. Is she really going to put it on for you? You can hardly believing that this is really happening.
"Yeah, you read the warning label. We're not supposed to let you do it yourself."