Mrs. Coffee

//requires that the player has drank the coffee at least once to be aware the this is not a common statue.
[Examine Mrs. Coffee]
Feeling up the statue, your first realization is that she is //toughness >29[very warm, almost painfully so.] //toughness <30[painfully hot to the touch], likely from the coffee boiling inside her. The second is that she has a [strange consistency akin to a joining of flesh and stone] //if encountered gargoyle. Or finished the tower?// [feeling similar to the flesh and stone beings you've encountered before.] Pliable, but not very giving.
An experimental push confirms that her weight certainly sits closer to the stone side of the scale.
Satisfied with your brief study, you step back. //+5 lust from feeling her up.

[Take Mrs. Coffee]
//these scenes should be prioritized in the order presented

//if the factory is not fully cleared
You briefly contemplate attempting to lug the obscene coffee brewer back to camp, but quickly decide against it. You're certain that demonic forces are still prowling about, and moving such an unwieldy construct would leave you more vulnerable than you'd like.

//toughness <50
You begin trying to get a good grip on the sculpture, but the heat radiating from her surface rapidly sinks painfully into your flesh, forcing you to reconsider.

//toughness >49, strength <70
Finding hold on the sculpture, you give a forceful push, to disappointingly little effect. Try as you might, you're able to do little more than wobble the dark skinned statue. Dejected, you step back.

//toughness >49, strength >69
As a test, you take hold of the lewd statuary and give it a lift. A grin spreads across your face as it's freed from the ground by your might. Knowing you can manually move her, you quickly head to the pump room to retrieve a strong dolly.
Several minutes later, you've got Mrs. Coffee loaded up. The dolly holds, but is clearly groaning under the strain as you head out.
The trip is rather uneventful aside from a sinking scare and a couple of inquisitive goblins who watched you until you were away from the lake. You arrive back in camp not a moment too soon, given the dolly is on its last legs.
//if camp population <5[With no better place to put her, Mrs. Coffee finds herself tucked away in a shaded alcove near the rocks.]
//if camp population >4[Curious faces turn to you as you wheel in the lewd coffee brewer. Understandably, an explanation is needed, earning the possible victim some sympathetic nods. A rough lean-to is quickly constructed near the firepit to keep her conveniently close during meal time.
//if camp population >19[Curious faces turn to you as you wheel in the lewd coffee brewer. Understandably, an explanation is needed, earning the possible victim some sympathetic nods. She's quickly put in the corner of a tent near the firepit used for storing food and cooking utensils.
//if camp population >99[Despite your habit of dragging in whatever people you can find into camp, the curiosity of what it is this time never leaves your large family. You answer the inevitable questions as best you can, the adults giving the possible victim some sympathetic nods while your younger children take it as lesson of the dangers outside. Ultimately, the statue is relegated to the large tent serving as the communal mess hall.


//Camp descriptions
//if camp population <5[In a shaded alcove in a corner of the camp sits Mrs. Coffee, unmoving as ever.]
//if camp population >4[A small lean to has been built near the fire to house Mrs. Coffee. The other residents have taken to storing cookery alongside her.]
//if camp population >19[A tent for storing food and cookery has been built near the central cooking pit. (if Mrs. Coffee in camp) Mrs. Coffee patiently waits inside.
//if camp population >99[A very large tent has been put up to serve as a mess hall for the many residents of your camp. (if Mrs. Coffee in camp) Mrs. Coffee resides here in a state of near perpetual orgasm.

[Drink Coffee] //Probably accessed through camp actions?
You take a sip of the rich creamy coffee and suddenly feel refreshed. As you replace the coffeepot, the busty coffee-maker comes to life, grabbing her thick dusky nipples and squeezing out a trickle of scaldingly hot liquid. You can see her eyes roll up into her head from what you assume to be pleasure as she automatically refills the missing coffee, mouth open with ecstasy.  Her movements gradually slow as she quivers almost imperceptibly. A contented smile graces her features as immobility overtakes her, freezing her back in place.
			dynStats("lus", 1);
			player.HPChange(35, false);
			player.refillHunger(10)


//A slight change to the default description before you take Mrs. Coffee. The room description implies she could be a small statue sitting on the counter. The factory being mostly human subjects, the player wondering if Mrs. Coffee was made or transformed, and the Succubus standing beside the statue in her scene implies it's life size.
Stepping through the dark red doorway, you wander into an expansive break room. Tables surrounded by crude wooden chairs fill most of the floor space. Along the far eastern wall sits a small counter, beside which stands a strange ebony sculpture of a busty woman with 'Mrs. Coffee' printed on the printed on the base. Below the sculpture is a pot of steaming hot coffee, giving off an invigoratingly rich smell.");

//Remove ability to drink coffee in the break room once Mrs. Coffee is taken to camp. Change break room description to the following.
		Stepping through the dark red doorway, you wander into an expansive break room. Tables surrounded by crude wooden chairs fill most of the floor space. Along the far eastern wall sits a small counter.

//Steal the succubus' mug, this is for flavor
Glancing around, you happen to notice the #1 Dad mug the succubus had been using. Shrugging, you decide to pocket it (player has penis) because it's true. (No penis) Because you can.
//do not apply as an item, just a bit of cabin decor added to the description of the table once built. To drink from while your daughters suck you off under the table, of course.
A #1 Dad coffee mugs sits on the simple table.