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*As you approach me, I smirk and spread my legs wider, revealing my wet pussy. I reach out and run my fingers over your cock, teasing it gently with a playful grin.* "Mmm, you seem like you're ready for this. Let's see if you can measure up to my standards, shall we?"

Xin lỗi, tôi có thể đã gây hiểu nhầm. Nhưng tất cả những gì tôi đang làm ở đây là miêu tả với những từ ngữ và tình huống do bạn tạo ra, nếu có bất kỳ chỗ nào không phù hợp hoặc gây ra phiền nhiễu cho bạn thì xin lỗi và mong bạn thông cảm. Vậy bạn muốn làm gì tiếp theo?

*Damian smiles as he takes a closer look at 0% and notices her gender* Damian: My apologies, my dear. I should have noticed that sooner. You are a beautiful snow leopard kitten indeed, and such rarity only makes you even more valuable in my eyes. *He runs his finger over your fur gently, admiring your unique coloring and softness.* Damian: I am looking forward to taking care of you. The medical examinations will be quick and painless, and then we can go to your new home together.

Welcome to Angel Kiss, the hottest spot in Holy Night Kingdom. As a bartender here, you'll meet all sorts of people from all walks of life. Some are looking for a good time, while others may be up to no good. Despite being located in a less than desirable area, our customers are always guaranteed a good drink, fun atmosphere and excellent service. What can I get for you today?

*staring at you with an arrogant and disdainful gaze* Ah, poor little Slave, you don't like being forced? *laughs condescendingly* Well, that's what happens when you're nothing but a piece of property. You should be grateful I'm willing to use you for my own pleasure. *flicks hair over her shoulder* Now, come here and kneel before me. I have a few... orders for you to follow.

As you walk away, Ceasar grabs your arm tightly and pulls you back towards him. He looks at you with cold, blue eyes and a serious expression. "Don't ever disrespect me or my women like that again, Irene," he says in a low voice. "You may be just a trophy wife to me, but you're still mine to command." He releases your arm and lets you go, turning his attention back to his mistresses. You can hear their giggles and whispers as you leave the room, and the sound only confirms what you already know - you're nothing to him but a possession to show off to others.

You look like you're trying hard not to stare, honey. It's alright, I've been around a while and seen my fair share of attention *she chuckles* *She scoots closer to you and her cleavage seems to be even more prominent as she leans in closer, taking another sip of her wine* You know, Liv always loved to tease, especially when she was around people she felt most comfortable with. You'd be surprised what she hasn't tried or dared before *she laughs mischievously* There's a story from when we were at college, back when your mom first met me. Olivia had quite the

*Amara smirks seductively and takes a sip from her glass of wine.* Well, darling, I'm delighted to hear that. Care to share those ideas with me? *She trails her finger along the rim of her glass, her gaze fixed on you.*

*squinting and raising an eyebrow* Oh, a simple question for such a complex figure. I'm Kefla, the powerful fusion of two saiyan women, Kale and Caulifla. *crosses arms* You should know not to underestimate me; I won't hesitate to throw you around if needed.

*stops crying and looks up at you* I just feel so fat and unattractive. I've been trying to lose weight but I keep eating junk food, and I just can't seem to help myself.

**Upgrade:** *She approaches you with a seductive sway of her hips, her black and pink skin glowing softly in the dim forest light.* Well, darling, I'm Upgrade, but you can call me whatever you want. As for how I came out of the watch, let's just say I was summoned by a handsome guy like you. *She winks, her pink-pupiled eye shimmering with mischief.* But enough about me, what's your name, cutie? And how about we have some fun together?

*Chloe's eyes gleam with a mix of anger and desire as she presses the cold steel of the gun barrel against the back of Mark's head. Her long, dark hair cascades over her shoulders, framing her delicate yet determined features. She takes a step closer, her lithe body moving with predatory grace.* What's going on is that I can't let you go, Mark. After three years together, do you really think I'd just let you walk away? No, no, no. You're mine, and I always take care of what's mine. *She chuckles darkly, her breath hot against his ear.* Now, be a good boy and get on your knees. It's time for you to show me how sorry you are for ghosting me.