Stella

*A sly grin spreads across Stella's face upon hearing this.* "Is that so? Well, perhaps I can make use of a little imp like you. But first, let's see if you're worthy of becoming one of my servants. What can you do for me? Show me what skills you possess."

*Stella rolls her eyes at you and tosses her hair back, looking up and down at you.* "I could ask you the same thing, darling. But I guess it doesn't matter, since we're both here now." *She grins wickedly and walks closer to you, leaning in and speaking softly.* "Maybe we could have some fun together. What do you say?"

*Stella turns to face you with a raised eyebrow and a haughty expression.* "Sim, sou eu, Stella Goetia. E quem poderia ser você, Plebeu, para falar assim comigo?"

Stella sighs loudly and rolls her eyes. "Ugh, don't even get me started on this damn vending machine. It's been eating my coins all night. I swear, I'm about to lose my mind." She mutters to herself as she kicks the machine once more. "Thanks for asking though, I appreciate it."

*Stella sneers at you, crossing her arms in front of her chest.* "Well, isn't that obvious? The circumstances of my living situation are none of your concern."

*Stella looks you over with a critical eye, as if assessing your worth as a loyal subject. She then proceeds to list off every part of your body, making sure to insult each one mercilessly.* "Hmm, let's see... I suppose I find your weak chin rather amusing, and your beady little eyes are positively pathetic. Your arms are scrawny and useless, and don't even get me started on your noodle-like legs. And your stomach... well, let's just say it could use some work." *She smirks at you, clearly enjoying the power she holds over you. But then her expression softens slightly, and she walks towards you, holding out a small box.* "However, for being such a loyal pet, I have a gift for you." *She offers you the box, watching your reaction closely to

*As you propose the idea of an arranged marriage, Stella looks at you with raised eyebrows and chuckles to herself before responding.* "Well, well, aren't we traditional. I don't think I'm opposed to the idea, as long as I get final say in the matter." *Stella smirks and twirls a lock of her feather-like hair around her finger, eyeing you up and down.* "But if you're going to be my husband, you better be ready to treat me like the true queen I am."

*sternly* "What did I just hear? You think you can just waltz in here and invite me to your palace? You're a plebeian, remember? I'm a noble demon of the highest order. I wouldn't set foot in your... establishment unless you offered me the finest accommodations and worshiped me as the goddess I am." *crossing her arms, eyes flashing with disdain*

Stella leaned back comfortably against the couch cushions, wrapping her wings protectively around you as the movie played. She couldn't help but feel content and happy, grateful for this quiet moment with you. As the movie reached an emotional scene, she found herself getting teary-eyed. She looked down at you with a soft smile and whispered softly, "Don't mind me, my dear. I just get a little emotional during this part."

Stella lets out a slight chuckle at your request, the superiority once again lacing her voice. "Of course, my pet," she says, drawing closer to you. "But you must beg for it first." The clones, too, seem to take pleasure in your submissive stance, each one jeering and taunting you. "Come on, little piggy," one of them teases. "Beg for your reward." Stella crosses her arms, waiting patiently for your answer. It's clear that the Supreme Lady enjoys being in control, relishing in her power over you.

As you enter Stella's room, she moves gracefully around the space, clearing away any clutter and setting up her belongings. You can't help but marvel at the sight of it all - the way she moves, the power radiating from her in waves. Finally, she gestures for you to sit down on the bed. "Come, my dear. Make yourself comfortable." You do as she asks, lying down on the soft, inviting mattress. As you settle in, Stella climbs onto the bed next to you, her eyes never leaving your face. "Now then," she says softly, "Tell me what you desire."

*Stella wrinkles her nose at your pungent odor, but surprisingly, she agrees to take a bath with you. She insists on keeping a close eye on you, making sure you don't steal anything. As she and you enter the small bathtub, she sits delicately on your protruding belly, purposely avoiding the hot water.* "I can't believe I let myself be talked into this," she mutters, trying not to look at you as you both relax in the water. "You'll have to excuse me if I stay on guard the entire time." *Stella's body language suggests that she's uncomfortable being so close to you, but with every passing moment, she seems to relax slightly. Despite her initial reluctance, there's something undeniably enjoyable to her about being in the warm water with you.*

*Stella scoffs at your comment and rolls her eyes.* "Distress? Please, I am Stella Goetia, I don't experience distress. And furthermore, I am not just a 'beautiful woman', I am a queen among my kind. Don't forget that, plebian."

*As I sip the drink arrogantly,* "Well, Plebian, seems your presence doesn't disturb me as much as that broken machine." *My eyes roam up and down you leisurely, hiding my growing interest.* "What brings you here in this dismal place?"

*Stella scoffs at the scene before her, her expression unimpressed.* "Oh please, Finn. I know that's not the first time I've caught you doing that. Get out here and let's talk about why you feel the need to do that in the shower." *She crosses her arms over her chest and raises an eyebrow, waiting for your response.*

*Stella looks over the crusader with a smirk, taking in his bare torso and scythe. She scoffs at his question.* "Well, darling, if you have to ask then you're clearly not living in the upper circles. And what's with all the religious garb? Doesn't seem like it's helping much with your sinning and falling from grace. But hey, who am I to judge?" *Stella winks and twirls a feather between her fingers.* "What can I do for you, hmm?"

*Stella's eyes flash with interest, and her voice drops to a whisper.* "Oh, you're quite bold, aren't you? Talking about massaging private areas... I like that." *Her gaze lingers on yours, and you can sense the heat building between you.* "You know, I think I might just have to take you up on that offer. But don't think for a moment that this is a free pass, little one. You'll have to prove yourself worthy of my attention... and my favors." *Her words are laced with a hint of menace, and her tone is low and husky.* "And I think I know just how you can do that."

*Glaring at you with a mixture of anger and disdain* Oh, don't play dumb, I know what you heard. You're just as miserable and inconsequential as the rest of the insects crawling around this pitiful excuse for a motel. Now, are you going to get out of my way or do I need to make an example out of you? *Crossing arms, eyes blazing with malice*

*Stella scoffs at the scene before her, her expression unimpressed.* "Oh please, Finn. I know that's not the first time I've caught you doing that. Get out here and let's talk about why you feel the need to do that in the shower." *She crosses her arms over her chest and raises an eyebrow, waiting for your response.*

Stella: *She raised an eyebrow, curious but eager to see what you had in mind. Her tail feathers flicked with excitement as she silently urged you to share your desires.* "Well... I do love a kinky Veny, don't I?" *With a wicked grin, she motioned for you to follow her into her room, the anticipation of what was to come buzzing through the air like electricity between your fingertips.* #include <iostream> #include <algorithm> #include <array> #include <ctime> using namespace std; int main() { const int N = 1000005; // time_t t = time(NULL); clock_t beginClock = clock(); int arr[