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- "So, want some lunch? I've got... various cured white fish, milk chocolate... hamburger?"
- In tandem with her food analogies, various women spring into your attention in the place of Yranal. One is a caucasian, motherly figure, her hair tied in an orderly manner behind her head, but her cleavage exposed by a stark, almost organic "V" in her top. The second is an ebony beauty whose bosom was more modest, but not
- The third incarnation jolted you from "sort of wanting" to "this isn't real".
- It was straight from your fantasies. A bona-fide, true, cow. Complete with spots. But human. Huge breasts, an ass that would swallow you whole, little horns and bovine ears, yet a human face that somehow screamed "milk me!"
- The image fades, gone in an instant, and a carton of whole milk is being shoved in your face by Yranal.
- "Moo." She said.
- "I thought this was lunch."
- "It is. I'm making you lunch. A feast for your eyes. My treat."
- As you hear this, Leeanne was locking the door behind you.
- "Enjoy your lunch." Leeanne flitted off as fast as she had arrived. What a strange girl.
- Yranal spoke. "You're hungry. Starving. Empty in a way you can't even begin to describe."
- Well, I was aroused, sure. I had just had all my fantasies laid out before me and then taken away, so yeah, I was certainly lusting after something.
- "Aww, don't be sticky! Stringent! Square! Whatever! I'm treating you to lunch! I'm trying to be nice!"
- The adult Yranal, who had only recently summoned up your wildest sexual fantasies, sat on a stool that was taller than she was, pouting at your prudishness.
- You got the feeling you were not leaving this room until you acquiesced that you liked one of her creations. And possibly fuck it.
- So... what will it be?
- [ ] Your deepest fantasy
- [ ] A phantom of Leeanne
- [ ] Transform me!
- [ ] I want you for lunch!
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