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<h3>Living Room </h3> [img[setup.ImagePath+'house/livingroom.png']] <<set _randomNumber to random(1, 4)>><<set $currentpassagename to state.history[0].variables["current"]>> <<if $feminization == 15>><<goto "IntroPrison1">><</if>> <<if $stringDayNow >= 4 && $repaymentEventReady>><<goto "Repayment Event">><</if>> <<if $prostituitionRandomEvents == 0 && $stringDayNow >= 10>><<goto "PIntro1">><</if>> <<if $elmerTriggerStory != 0>><<set $elmerTriggerStory++>><</if>> <<if $elmerTriggerStory == 5>><<goto "LRElmer1">><</if>> <<if $slickbakk == 0 && $stringDayNow >= 10>><<goto "Slickbakk">><</if>> <<if ($startFame == "Prostitute" || $startFame == "Nobility's Mistress") && $randomProst == 0 && $stringDayNow >= 7>><<set $randomProst to 1>><<goto 'ClumsySarah1'>><</if>> <<if $wifelocation == $currentpassagename>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation < 200>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onlivingroom'+_randomNumber+'.png']]<</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation >= 200 && $tavernWifeReputation < 400>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onlivingroom'+_randomNumber+'.png']]<</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation >= 400>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onlivingroom'+_randomNumber+'.png']]<</if>> [[Wife Interaction<-Your Wife Is Here]] <</if>><<for _item, _amount range $peterWearingClotheNow.table>><<capture _item>><<set _avatar to _item>>/*get last item from this inventory*/<</capture>><</for>> <<if $elmerStory != 0 && $elmerlocation == "House">><<set _randomNumberElmer to random(1, 3)>><div class="smaller" style="text-align: center;">[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/elmer/elmerlivingroom'+ _randomNumberElmer +'.png']] [[Elmer Interaction<-Elmer is here]]</div> <</if>> <<if $stringDayNow != $lastEventAtDay && $lr != 3 && $firststoryat != 10 && $firststoryat >= 0 &&$stringTimeNow >= 10 && $firststoryat < 12>><<set $lastEventAtDay to $stringDayNow>><<set $firststoryat += 1>><<set $datenow.setUTCHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 3)>><<goto $firststoryat>><</if>> <<if $stringDayNow != $eventDay && $stringTimeNow >= 7 && $lr == null && $datenow.getDate() >= 10>><<set $eventDay to $stringDayNow>><<if $lr == null>><<set $lr to 1>><<else>><</if>><<set $passageLR to ("LR" + $lr)>><<goto $passageLR >><</if>><<set $currentpassagename to state.history[0].variables["current"]>> <<if $wifeIsBusy3Hours>>You hear some sloppy sounds and moans comming from the bedroom. The keyhole is empty as if Sarah had locked the door and removed the key so you could get a glimpse. <<link "Spy through the keyhole">><<goto $sarahSexActProstituition>><</link>><</if>> <<if $wifeIsBusy3Hours>> <<button "sleep 60 min" "House">><<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 50)>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -10, 0, 100) >><</button>> <</if>> <<if $wifeWillFuckAtBedroomTonight>>You are locked away from the bedroom, Sarah will use it tonight with someone else and you will sleep here while she have fun as agreed. <</if>> <<if $wifeWillFuckAtBedroomTonight>> <<button "sleep 60 min" "House">><<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 50)>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -10, 0, 100) >><</button>> <<set _cucknightnumber to ('CuckNight' + $cuckNight)>> <<if ($stringTimeNow >= 16 && $stringTimeNow < 24)>> <<button "Sleep untill next morning" "House">> <<set $wifeWillFuckAtBedroomTonight to false>> <<set $spyKeyTimer to $datenow>> <<pickup $backpack "Sarah's key" 1>> <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -20, 0, 100) >> <<set $pCHP to Math.clamp($hp + 20, 0, 100)>><<set $sleepButtonPressed to true>> <<if $peterBuffs.has('Curse of Forever Youth')>><<set $sleepButtonTransformedPressed to true>><</if>> <<goto _cucknightnumber>> <</button>> <<elseif ($stringTimeNow >= 0 && $stringTimeNow < 6)>> <<button "Sleep untill next morning" "House">> <<set $wifeWillFuckAtBedroomTonight to false>> <<set $spyKeyTimer to $datenow>> <<pickup $backpack "Sarah's key" 1>> <<set $pCHP to Math.clamp($hp + 10, 0, 100)>><<set $sleepButtonPressed to true>> <<if $peterBuffs.has('Curse of Forever Youth')>><<set $sleepButtonTransformedPressed to true>><</if>> <<goto _cucknightnumber>> <</button>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if !$wifeWillFuckAtBedroomTonight>><<if !$wifeIsBusy3Hours>><<button "Bedroom" "Bedroom">>\ <<set $varA += 10, $varB += 10>>\ <</button>><</if>><</if>> <<button "Kitchen" "Kitchen">>\ <<set $varA += 10, $varB += 10>>\ <</button>> <<button "Bathroom" "Bathroom">>\ <<set $varA += 10, $varB += 10>>\ <</button>> <<if $amariStory > 0>><<button "Workplace" "Workplace">>\ <<set $varA += 10, $varB += 10>>\ <</button>><</if>> <<if $lr >= 7>><<if _item != "Naked" && $feminization != 11 && $feminization != 12>><<button "Tavern" "Upstairs">>\ <<set $varA += 10, $varB += 10>>\ <</button>><<elseif _item == "Naked">>You can't go to the tavern like that.<<elseif $feminization == 11>>[[FemalePeterTavern1<-Peter don't feel ready to work on the Tavern yet.]]<<elseif $feminization == 12>>Sarah is preparing the ground for introducing Petra to the tavern clients.<</if>><</if>> <<if _item != "Naked">><<button "To the streets" "Streets">> <</button>><<else>>You can't leave the house like that.<</if>>

<h3>Kitchen</h3> [img[setup.ImagePath+'house/kitchen.png']] <<set _randomNumber to random(1, 4)>> <<set $currentpassagename to state.history[0].variables["current"]>><<if $wifelocation == $currentpassagename>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation < 200>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onkitchen'+_randomNumber+'.png']]<</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation >= 200 && $tavernWifeReputation < 400>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onkitchen'+_randomNumber+'.png']]<</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation >= 400>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onkitchen3'+_randomNumber+'.png']]<</if>> [[Wife Interaction<-Your Wife Is Here]] <</if>> <<if $prostituitionRandomEvents == 1 && $stringDayNow >= 13>><<goto "PIntro2">><</if>> <<button "<<Living Room" "House">>\ <<set $varA += 10, $varB += 10>>\ <</button>>

<h3>Bedroom</h3><<set $cuckBedroom to 1>> <<if $cuckBedroom == 0>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'house/bedroom.png']] <<else>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'house/alt bedroom.png']] <</if>><<set $currentpassagename to state.history[0].variables["current"]>><<set _randomNumber to random(1, 4)>> <<if $cuckBedroom == 0>> <<if $wifelocation == $currentpassagename && $creampieCheck == 0>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/sleep'+_randomNumber+'.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == $currentpassagename && $creampieCheck == 1 && $wifeCumFilledWith >= 0 && $wifeCumFilledWith < 3>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/sleepingCum1.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == $currentpassagename && $creampieCheck == 1 && $wifeCumFilledWith >= 3 && $wifeCumFilledWith < 6>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/sleepingCum2.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == $currentpassagename && $creampieCheck == 1 && $wifeCumFilledWith >= 6>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/sleepingCum3.png']]<</if>> <<elseif $cuckBedroom == 1>> <<if $wifelocation == $currentpassagename && $lr != 4>>/*lr=4 is not angry with peter*/ <<if $wifelocation == $currentpassagename && $creampieCheck == 0>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/sleep'+_randomNumber+'.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == $currentpassagename && $creampieCheck == 1 && $wifeCumFilledWith >= 0 && $wifeCumFilledWith < 3>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/sleepingCum1.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == $currentpassagename && $creampieCheck == 1 && $wifeCumFilledWith >= 3 && $wifeCumFilledWith < 6>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/sleepingCum2.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == $currentpassagename && $creampieCheck == 1 && $wifeCumFilledWith >= 6>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/sleepingCum3.png']]<</if>> <<elseif $cuckBedroom == 2>> <<if $wifelocation == $currentpassagename && $lr != 4>>/*lr=4 is not angry with peter*/ <<if $wifelocation == $currentpassagename && $creampieCheck == 0>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/sleep'+_randomNumber+'.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == $currentpassagename && $creampieCheck == 1 && $wifeCumFilledWith >= 0 && $wifeCumFilledWith < 3>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/sleepingCum1.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == $currentpassagename && $creampieCheck == 1 && $wifeCumFilledWith >= 3 && $wifeCumFilledWith < 6>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/sleepingCum2.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == $currentpassagename && $creampieCheck == 1 && $wifeCumFilledWith >= 6>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/sleepingCum3.png']]<</if>> <</if>><</if>><</if>> <<if $wifelocation == $currentpassagename && $lr != 4>>/*lr=4 is not angry with peter*/ [[Wife Interaction<-Your Wife Is Here]] <<elseif $lr == 4 && $wifelocation == $currentpassagename>>Your Wife Is Here <</if>> <<if $stringDayNow != $firstEventsD && $stringTimeNow >= 6 && $sleepButtonPressed && $firstDreams == 0>><<set $firstEventsD to $stringDayNow>><<set $sleepButtonPressed to false>><<set $datenow.setHours($datenow.getHours() + 2)>><<goto "Bedroomtalk 1">>/*first story event*/<</if>> <<if $wifeWillFuckAtBedroomTonight>><<goto "House">><</if>> <<if $sleepButtonPressed>> <<set $sleepButtonPressed to false>> <<if $firstDreams == 1>><<set $datenow.setHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 4)>><<goto "BedroomDream 1">>/*second story event*/ <<elseif $firstDreams == 2>><<set $datenow.setHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 4)>><<goto "BedroomDream 2">>/*third story event*/ <<elseif $firstDreams == 3>><<set $datenow.setHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 4)>><<goto "DreamProposal 1">>/*fourth story event*/ <<elseif $firstDreams == 4>><<set $datenow.setHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 4)>><<goto "BedroomDream 3">>/*fifth story event*/ <</if>> <</if>> <<button "sleep 60 min" "Bedroom">><<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 50)>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -10, 0, 100) >> <</button>><<if ($stringTimeNow >= 16 && $stringTimeNow < 24)>> <<if $peterWifeSexNumber >= 6 && $peterWifeSexNumber <= 20 && $pChastity>> <<button "Sleep untill next morning">> <<set $peterWifeSexNumber++>> <<if $peterWifeSexNumber == 10 || $peterWifeSexNumber == 11 || $peterWifeSexNumber == 14 || $peterWifeSexNumber == 16 || $peterWifeSexNumber == 18>> <<set _gotoString to ('Wife n Peter Sex' + $peterWifeSexNumber)>><<goto _gotoString>> <<else>><<set $datenow.setDate($datenow.getDate() + 1)>><<set $datenow.setHours(7, 0, 0, 0)>> <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -20, 0, 100) >> <<set $pCHP to Math.clamp($hp + 20, 0, 100)>><<set $sleepButtonPressed to true>> <<if $peterBuffs.has('Curse of Forever Youth')>><<set $sleepButtonTransformedPressed to true>><</if>> <<run $wardrobePlayer.merge($peterWearingClotheNow)>><<run $peterWearingClotheNow.empty()>><<run $wardrobePlayer.transfer($peterWearingClotheNow,"Naked", 1 )>> <<goto "Bedroom">> <</if>><</button>> <<else>><<button "Sleep untill next morning." "Bedroom">><<set $datenow.setDate($datenow.getDate() + 1)>><<set $datenow.setHours(7, 0, 0, 0)>> <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -20, 0, 100) >> <<set $pCHP to Math.clamp($hp + 20, 0, 100)>><<set $sleepButtonPressed to true>> <<if $peterBuffs.has('Curse of Forever Youth')>><<set $sleepButtonTransformedPressed to true>><</if>> <<run $wardrobePlayer.merge($peterWearingClotheNow)>><<run $peterWearingClotheNow.empty()>><<run $wardrobePlayer.transfer($peterWearingClotheNow,"Naked", 1 )>> <<if $firststoryat <= 10>><<set $datenow.setUTCHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 2)>><</if>><</button>><</if>> <<elseif ($stringTimeNow >= 0 && $stringTimeNow < 6)>> <<if $peterWifeSexNumber >= 6 && $peterWifeSexNumber <= 20 && $pChastity>> <<button "Sleep untill next morning">> <<set $peterWifeSexNumber++>> <<if $peterWifeSexNumber == 10 || $peterWifeSexNumber == 11 || $peterWifeSexNumber == 14 || $peterWifeSexNumber == 16 || $peterWifeSexNumber == 18>> <<set _gotoString to ('Wife n Peter Sex' + $peterWifeSexNumber)>><<goto _gotoString>> <<else>><<set $datenow.setDate($datenow.getDate() + 1)>><<set $datenow.setHours(7, 0, 0, 0)>> <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -20, 0, 100) >> <<set $pCHP to Math.clamp($hp + 20, 0, 100)>><<set $sleepButtonPressed to true>> <<if $peterBuffs.has('Curse of Forever Youth')>><<set $sleepButtonTransformedPressed to true>><</if>> <<run $wardrobePlayer.merge($peterWearingClotheNow)>><<run $peterWearingClotheNow.empty()>><<run $wardrobePlayer.transfer($peterWearingClotheNow,"Naked", 1 )>> <<goto "Bedroom">> <</if>><</button>> <<else>><<button "Sleep untill next morning xx2" "Bedroom">><<set $datenow.setHours(7, 0, 0, 0)>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -10, 0, 100) >> <<set $pCHP to Math.clamp($hp + 10, 0, 100)>><<set $sleepButtonPressed to true>> <<if $peterBuffs.has('Curse of Forever Youth')>><<set $sleepButtonTransformedPressed to true>><</if>> <<run $wardrobePlayer.merge($peterWearingClotheNow)>><<run $peterWearingClotheNow.empty()>><<run $wardrobePlayer.transfer($peterWearingClotheNow,"Naked", 1 )>> <<if $firststoryat <= 10>><<set $datenow.setHours($datenow.getHours() + 2)>><</if>><</button>><</if>> <</if>> <<button "Wardrobe" "Wardrobe">> <</button>> <<button "Dress Something" "Wear Wardrobe Peter">> <</button>> <<for _item, _amount range $peterWearingClotheNow.table>><<capture _item>><<set _avatar to _item>>/*get last item from this inventory*/<</capture>><</for>> <<if _item != "Naked">><<button "<<Go to Living Room" "House">><</button>><</if>> <<if _item == "Naked">><<button "<<Dress up and go to Living Room" "House">>\ <<run $wardrobePlayer.merge($peterWearingClotheNow)>><<run $peterWearingClotheNow.empty()>><<run $wardrobePlayer.transfer($peterWearingClotheNow,"Grey Robe", 1 )>>\ <</button>><</if>><<if _item == "Naked">><<button "<<Leave this way" "House">>\ <<set $varA += 10, $varB += 10>>\ <</button>><</if>>

<h3>Bathroom</h3> [img[setup.ImagePath+'house/bathroom.png']]<<set _randomNumber to random(1, 4)>><<set $currentpassagename to state.history[0].variables["current"]>> <<if $wifelocation == $currentpassagename && $lr != 4>>/*lr=4 is not angry with peter*/ [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/bath'+_randomNumber+'.png']] [[Wife Interaction<-Your Wife Is Here]]<<elseif $lr == 4 && $wifelocation == $currentpassagename>>Your Wife Is Here<</if>> <<button "Bathe">><<set $pCumTop = 0>><<set $pCumMid = 0>><<set $pCumBot = 0>><<run $wardrobePlayer.merge($peterWearingClotheNow)>><<run $peterWearingClotheNow.empty()>><<run $wardrobePlayer.transfer($peterWearingClotheNow,"Naked", 1 )>><<goto "Bathroom">><</button>> <<button "<<Living Room" "House">>\ <<set $varA += 10, $varB += 10>>\ <</button>>

Sarah, my love, it's time to wake. Peter gently shook his wife's shoulder, gazing at her soft features in the pale morning light. [img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/sleeping 2.png']] After five months of marriage, his heart still skipped a beat at the sight of her. She was more beautiful than the day they wed, her golden hair spilling across the pillow, her pink lips parted slightly as she breathed. [img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/sleeping.png']] He stroked her cheek. The sun has risen, my darling. Sarah's eyes fluttered open, [[1-2 2<- meeting his with a smile.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/city1.png']] The city's skyline was a breathtaking sight, marked by towering spires that pierced the heavens and seemed to touch the clouds. The sun cast its golden light on the myriad of architectural wonders, creating an enchanting play of shadows and highlights. The atmosphere was filled with a cacophony of sounds: the bustling marketplaces were alive with the chatter of merchants hawking their wares, while the laughter of children playing in the streets echoed through the air. Narrow winding streets snaked throughout the city, revealing hidden gems in the form of quaint cafes, bookshops, and art galleries. The cobblestone pathways added a sense of history and charm to the urban landscape, telling the tale of a city that had both aged gracefully and adapted to change. Though there were occasional tensions between the various groups, for the most part, they interacted peacefully, respecting one another's boundaries and beliefs. Markets featured a vast array of exotic items from all corners of the realm, showcasing the creativity and craftsmanship of each culture. Festivals and holidays saw the city come together in a shared sense of camaraderie, as residents celebrated the rich diversity that made their [[3-4 1<-home so special.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/mocking.png']] Look at her muttered a man nearby, leering at a passing woman. I'd give anything for a night with one like that. Peter felt uneasy hearing such comments, but knew they were far too common in this world where women were so few. The men around him exchanged sordid remarks and crass jokes, objectifying the women they saw on the streets. As Peter walked through the crowded streets, he couldn't help but overhear conversations about women's roles in society. Some men spoke of their conquests and dalliances with prostitutes, while others boasted about their well-kept housewives who were solely there to serve them. Did you hear about the new girl at the brothel? one man asked his friend. She's a real beauty, barely twenty with curves that could drive a man wild Ha! As if it matters the other responded. They're all just temporary pleasures anyway. What we really need is more breeders to keep our population going Peter winced at their crude remarks, his thoughts drifting to his beloved wife Sarah. The fact that females lived far longer than men and had shorter pregnancies were a thing that made most of woman on the kingdom into breeders, a role imposed by the King and his Lords. The imbalance in females lifespans seemed like a cruel joke played by nature, forcing women into these roles in order to maintain the population, but also were essential to maintaining the population growth of the realm. Their importance could not be overstated, as they played a vital role in ensuring the [[5-6 1<-survival and prosperity of the kingdom.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/wifebaking.png']] Peter woke to the smell of freshly baked bread. Sarah was humming in the kitchen, the sun shining through the open window and lighting up her blonde hair. Good morning, my love she said, placing a kiss on his forehead. Hungry? As always. Peter's stomach rumbled in response. Peter she began, her voice soft yet tinged with curiosity do you ever think about how different our lives would have been if we hadn't met? Peter looked into her eyes, his love for her evident in his smile. Every day, my dear. I cannot imagine a life without you by my side Their union was an extraordinary one, for it was not often that a nobleman would sacrifice his status and wealth for the love of a daughter of one of the most influential figures of the realm. But Peter was no ordinary man, and their love was no ordinary love. Sometimes, I feel guilty Sarah admitted, her gaze dropping to the ground. You had to give up so much just to marry me Sarah, my love Peter reassured her, squeezing her hand gently I made those sacrifices consciously and willingly. Being with you is worth more than any title or material possession The circumstances surrounding their marriage had been nothing short of miraculous. Lord Robert, the overseer of the lands on which they lived, had taken a fancy to Sarah due to her striking beauty. However, when he discovered her deep love for Peter, he allowed them to marry under one condition: Peter must renounce his nobility, surrender his savings, and sell his house to Lord Robert. In exchange, they would be permitted to live in Peter's former home as tenants, paying rent to the very man who had orchestrated their union. It was a difficult decision, but Peter's love for Sarah trumped any attachment to his noble lineage. He agreed to the terms and took on the role of a common man, working tirelessly to provide for his beloved wife. Despite the hardships they now faced, he never faltered in his love or support. Thank you, Peter she whispered, her heart overflowing with gratitude for everything. Sarah he replied, his voice full of affection there is nothing I wouldn't do to see you happy Over breakfast, Sarah chattered about the preparations for the harvest feast. Peter listened happily, enjoying the sound of her voice and the way the sunlight caught the flecks of gold in her eyes. Sarah was almost leaving to help with the final arrangements, Peter was still at the table, lost in his thoughts. Theye were startled by a [[7-8 2<-knock at the door]].

[img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/kiss1.png']] Sarah broke the kiss and whispered in Peter's ear You're the only one for me, my love. No one else can satisfy me like you do. Peter smiled, stroking her hair As are you, my darling. My heart, my world, my everything. Oh Peter Sarah said softly. There's something I have to tell you She took his hands in hers. I know we haven't done it yet, and even though my body haven't developed fully yet and yours already have, I want you to know that I think I'm getting ready, getting ready for our first time. [[9-10 2<-Peter's eyes widened.]]Truly?

Her pale skin seemed to shimmer in the light, and her green eyes sparkled with a mischievous twinkle. Her fine, blonde hair cascaded down her back like a silken waterfall, framing her delicate features. She was of petite stature, but her beauty was nothing short of breathtaking. Few could resist the allure of her dainty lips. [img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/talk1.png']] Good morning, husband. Her voice was music to his ears. Peter leaned down and kissed her, relishing the warmth and sweetness of her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. When they finally broke apart, he sighed contentedly. I love you more each day, Sarah. As I love you, Peter. Sarah caressed his face. You are my heart, my everything. No one will ever come between us. Joy and relief flooded Peter. Despite their hardships in this world where women were scarce, he was the luckiest man alive to have Sarah's love. She was his rock, his shelter in the storm, the one person he could always count on. We will be together forever, he said softly. Forever and always. Sarah kissed him again, sealing their promise. Peter smiled, his heart full. No matter what else happened [[3-4<-in this harsh world]], he would always have Sarah. And that was enough.

[img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/wedding.png']] Peter knew how fortunate he was by having a wife legaly, he traded his title as a noble and all his money to marry the daughter of Lord Robert who he were deeply in love since he and she were a child. Each day he thanked the heavens for bringing Sarah into his life. She was his light in the darkness, his reason for living and breathing. When he walked through the village, Peter saw the envy and longing in other men's eyes when they looked at Sarah. He couldn't blame them - she was beauty personified, grace and loveliness in human form. But Sarah was his and his alone. She had pledged her heart to him, and he knew she would [[3-4 3<- never break that vow]].

[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/tom/tom.png']] Peter, my good man! It was their neighbor, Tom. Might I borrow your wife for a moment? Some emergency with the seating arrangements. Of course Peter said. Sarah was the natural choice to help solve any issues. She had a gift for organization. Tom grinned. Excellent. I'll return her shortly. He paused. If I can bear to part with her, that is. With a wink, he headed off with Sarah. Peter blinked, confused by Tom's inappropriate flirtation. But he dismissed it from his mind. His wife was faithful and trustworthy. There was [[7-8 3<-nothing to worry about.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/wifeknees.png']] A while later, Sarah returned alone. Her hair was mussed and there were faint bruises forming on her knees. Everything sorted? Peter asked. All taken care of Sarah said breezily. She straightened her dress, a dreamy smile on her face. Peter felt a fleeting pang of unease but pushed it away. His devotion to his wife was unshakeable. She would never betray him. Sarah sauntered over and straddled his lap, kissing him fiercely. Peter responded eagerly, [[9-10<-lost in her embrace.]] <<if $wifePOV == 1>>If he had looked down, he might have noticed the stain on the front of her dress or the scent of Tom's dick clinging to her skin. But Peter's eyes remained closed, his faith in his wife as constant as the sunrise.<</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/kiss2.png']] Sarah nodded. You're the only man I want. The only man I need. My virtue is yours, and yours alone. Peter's heart swelled with joy and love for his wife. To know that his chastity and her chastity were soon to be broken by the love, that moment would be a precious gift. He held her close, whispering his gratitude and devotion. When at last they parted, Peter's smile was beatific. Sarah's revelation had only deepened his trust in her. [[11-12<-She was perfection itself]], as pure and faithful as new-fallen snow.

[img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/wifeonmarketplace.png']] When Sarah sauntered through the market, her petite physique but still perfectly shapen, lustful hips swaying, draws lustful gazes from every man she passed. [img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/wifeback.png']] In this world where females were scarce as gold, Sarah knew her effect on the people, she knew well that every man were deep down wanting a night with her, [[End of Intro 11-12 2<-others not so deep down.]] In fact, a whispered word, a little bit of skin or a lingering touch was enough to lighten a lustful fire on anyone. They all vied for her favor, offering gifts and gold and status, anything to win a smile or a night in her arms.<<if $wifePOV == 1>> Sarah took it all, and gave nothing in return. Her heart belonged to Peter alone. But her body was hers to do with as she pleased. And a husband too foolish to realize he shared his wife's affections.. Sarah smiled, slow and satisfied, like the cat who caught the cream.<</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/wifeleaving2.png']] Peter watched Sarah go, pride and love swelling in his heart. She was beauty incarnate, grace and mystery in a perfect tiny package, beyond any man's deserving. Yet she was his. She had chosen him, pledging her heart, her virtue, her everything. He still couldn't quite believe his luck. To be married to a woman like Sarah was a gift beyond price. As she disappeared into the market, Peter's smile deepened and went to the bedroom planning [[Bedroom<-what to do next]]. His world was perfect. He wanted for nothing, content in his wife's love and the joy of providing for her every desire. He never questioned where she went, or what she did. His faith in Sarah was absolute. <<if $wifePOV == 1>><<set firststoryat to -1>> He was oblivious to everything but his own joy, and Sarah's lies.<</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/edmund/edmund.png']] Did you hear the news? One of the village elders, Edmund, hurried over to Peter. A new girl was born last night in Westbridge. That's the third one this year. The gods have blessed us Peter said. Three new females in a single year - that was nearly unheard of. With the scarcity, in the best of occasion she'll be sold as a housewife when the time comes Edmund said. Or maybe she will become one of the breeders, our kingdom would profit of having more workers. Peter glanced at Sarah, smiling as she chatted with another man. I already consider myself the luckiest man alive. Edmund clapped him on the back. You're a good lad, Peter. Never forget how fortunate you are to have her. I won't, Peter said firmly. His Sarah was a prize beyond measure, and he would spend his life proving how much he cherished her. She was his everything, and he [[5-6<-would do anything]] to keep her by his side.

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[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar.png']] Sarah is a extremely beautiful young woman, with small breasts, pale skin, blonde hair, green eyes and petite and delicate physique. Tavern Wife Reputation: $tavernWifeReputation Wife Location: $wifelocation <<if $wifeStats == 1>> Oral: $wifeOral Vaginal: $wifeVaginal Anal: $wifeAnal Last oral with $wifeLastOral Last vaginal with $wifeLastVaginal Last anal with $wifeLastAnal Sarah's Body Count: $wifeBodyCount <</if>> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <</button>>

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The Rare Wife

<<set $datenow = new Date('March 4, 1195 011:00:00')>> <<set $lr to 13>> /*=====================Wife Stats===================*/ <<set $wifeOral to 0>> <<set $wifeTimesCreampied to 0>> <<set $wifeVaginal to 0>> <<set $wifeCanCuck to false>> <<set $wifeAnal to 0>> <<set $wifePerversion to 0>> <<set $wifeLastOral to "">> <<set $wifeCumAss to 0>> <<set $wifeLastVaginal to "">> <<set $wifeCumVag to 0>> <<set $wifeCumAssTimer to $datenow>><<set $wifeCumVagTimer to $datenow>> <<set $wifeCumAssDiff to 0>><<set $wifeCumVagDiff to 0>> <<set $wifeLastAnal to "">> <<set $startFame to "">> <<set $wifeBodyCount to ($wifeOral + $wifeVaginal + $wifeAnal)>> <<set $wifeLastSexAt to 0>> <<set $creampieCheck to "">> <<set $wifeLetsPeterCheckCreampie to false>> <<set $wifeIsBusy30min to false>> <<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to false>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to 0>> <<set $wifeIsBusyTimer to $datenow>> <<set $timesSexWithPeter to 0>> <<set $isAWhore to false>> <<set $askToSeeWife to false>> <<set $wifeWillFuckAtBedroomTonight to false>> <<set $wifeCumFilledWith to 0>> <<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>><<set $timerSarahSexTavernReset to $timerSarahSexTavern>> <<set $sarahWhoreFame to 0>><<set $sarahBreederFame to 0>> <<set $startFame to "">> /*=====================Buffs & Debuffs===================*/ <<set $DoTP to $datenow>> <<set $CoYouth to $datenow>> /*==================Miscelanious Declaring===================*/ <<set $currentpassagename to passage().title>> <<set $arrayClients to [0,0,0,0,0,0]>><<set $arrayClientName to ["","","","","",""]>> <<set $mapToGo to "">> <<set $tavernFame to 10>> <<set $firstEventsD to 0>> <<set $tavernDirty to 0>> <<set $newMap to true>> <<set $tavernCumOnGround to 0>> <<set $lastMap to []>> <<set $tavernWifeReputation to 0>> <<set $firststoryat to 0>><<set $amariStory to 0>><<set $repayStory to 0>> <<set $sleepButtonPressed = false>> <<set $wifeTavernBanned to false>> <<set $promptDialog to "">> <<set $loki to 0>> <<set $peterWifeSexNumber to 1>><<set $peterWifeSexLastDate to $datenow>> <<set $requestWife to "">><<set $stringMinutesRequestWife to "">> <<set $dressOfWife to "">> <<set $sarahwith to "">> <<set $timerAmariBuildTavern to 0>><<set $firstDreams to 0>> <<set $SarahTavernCaughtCheating to false>> <<set $firstChastityTimer to 0>> <<set $toggleStatsRightBarTxt to true>> <<set $sleepButtonPressed to false>> <<set $sleepButtonTransformedPressed to false>> <<set $timerSarahIntroducePeterTavern to $datenow>><<set $LRnot to 0>> <<set $timerExpired to false>> <<set $cuckNight to 1>> <<set $showerAtMornings to false>> <<set $spyKeyTimer to $datenow>> <<set $repaymentEventReady to false>> <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">> <<set $francisStory to 0>> <<set $francisSecondStory to 0>> <<set $prostituitionRandomEvents to 0>> <<set $slickbakk to 0>> <<set $randomProst to 0>><<set $skipTavern to false>> <<set $skipWifeLoyal to true>><<set $skipWifeUsed to 0>> <<set $skipLRbribery to true>><<set $skipSnP to 0>><<set $skipFem to 0>> <<set $cuckBedroom to 0>> <<set $randEventsSarah to 1>> <<set $elmerlocation to "">> <<set $elmerStory to 0>> <<set $elmerTriggerStory to 0>> /*====================Combat Declaring====================*/ /*====================Player Declaring*/ <<set $pHP to 100>> <<set $pCHP to 100>> <<set $pMP to 100>> <<set $pCMP to 100>> <<set $pLUST to 0>> <<set $pDEF to 0>> <<set $pMDEF to 0>> <<set $pATK to 10>> <<set $pMATK to 0>> <<set $feminization to 5>> <<set $m2f to 3>> <<set $m2fMicro to 0>> <<set $pAROUSAL to 0>> <<set $pChastity to false>> <<set $pHeight to 3>> <<set $pBoobs to 0>><<set $pHair to 0>><<set $pVagina to false>><<set $wasDP to false>> <<set $heTOshe to false>> <<set $playerName to "Peter">> <<set $avatarPath to "">> <<set $pCumTop = 0>><<set $pCumMid = 0>><<set $pCumBot = 0>><<set $pCreampieVag = 0>><<set $pCreampieAnal = 0>> <<set $pLastSexOral to $datenow>><<set $pLastSexAnal to $datenow>><<set $pLastSexVaginal to $datenow>><<set $pSexHistory to []>> <<set $pSexHistoryFullList to []>> <<set $pCumAss to 0>><<set $pCumVag to 0>> <<set $pStateAss to 1>><<set $pStateVag to 1>> <<set $pStateAssTimer to $datenow>><<set $pStateVagTimer to $datenow>> <<set $pAssGapingIn to 0>><<set $pVagGapingIn to 0>><<set $glClient to "">> <<set $pCumAssTimer to $datenow>><<set $pCumVagTimer to $datenow>> <<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame to 0>><<set $pSexWith to []>> <<set $playerFemMindset to 0>> <<set $cleanWife to 0>> <<set $m2fWhoreFame to 0>><<set $m2fBreederFame to 0>> /*====================Enemy Declaring*/ <<set $eNAME to "">> <<set $eHP to 100>> <<set $eMP to 100>> <<set $eLUST to 0>> <<set $eDEF to 0>> <<set $eMDEF to 0>> <<set $eATK to 0>> <<set $eMATK to 0>> <<set $coins to 0>> //------------- Name of Sex Partners <<set $arrayPartners to ["Edmund", "Tim", "Old Man", "Young Pervert", "Fat old pervert", "Guard", "Mercenary", "Client", "Fat Man", "Merchant", "Black Merchant", "Black Guard", "Old Black Guy", "Tom", "Neighbor", "Erick", "Midget", "Arthur", "Old Trader", "Guards", "Old Perverts", "Mercenaries", "Clients", "Old Men", "Merchants", "Timothy", "New Customer", "Poor Man"]>> <<set $arrayPrisoners to ["Alaric", "August", "Alan", "Blazh", "Borko", "Basil", "Col", "Cyriac", "Crispin", "Drew", "Dunsten", "Dobroslav", "Dragan", "Elmer", "Ethelred", "Francis", "Finnian", "Gregory", "Hawk", "Harold", "Lefuuinus", "Merek", "Nigel", "Roland", "Sigrid", "Titan", "Wilmot", "Wilkie", "Yaromil", "Yarognev", "Baldwin", "Zemislav", "Aldo", "Castellan", "Cassian", "Gavin", "Godfrey", "Hugh", "Leopold", "Ivo", "Maxim", "Neville", "Otto", "Rudolf", "Sebastian", "Tobias", "Severin", "Lucian", "Abe"]>> <<set $blackPrisoners to ["Abe", "Aldo", "Dragan", "Dunsten", "Francis", "Ivo", "Hugh", "Lefuuinus", "Merek", "Neville", "Nigel"]>> /*======================== Prison =======================*/ <<set $openCells = false>> /*====================Inventory Declaring===================*/ <<newinv $backpack>><<newinv $peterBuffs>> <<newinv $shopMarket>><<newinv $shopClothingMarket>> <<item "money" "Coins">> <<description>>\ The principal currency, used to buy and sell things.\ <</item>> <<item "prisonMoney" "Blue rocks">> <<description>>\ The principal currency on the prison, very small blue rocks, smashed almost in a powder so it can't be smashed even further to increase the number of rocks.\ <</item>> <<item "key_1" "Crypt Key">> <<description>>\ An old, rusty key with a skull shape on it. Spoooooky.\ <<unique>> <</item>> <<consumable "Small Health Potion">> <<set $pCHP to Math.clamp($pCHP + 20, 0, 100)>> <<description>>\ <<include "Small HPotion">> /* Show passage*/ <</consumable>> <<item "Cursed Tatoo">> <<description>>\ <> <<if $knows>> Is branded by the ancient cursed tatoo! <<else>> ... <</if>> <>\ <<permanent>> <</item>> <<item "Deal Of Tavern Profit">> <<description>>\ <> <<if $knows>> Loki's deal that makes Peter get more money from his tavern in expense of making Sarah progressively more succeptible to the tavern client's offers to whore herself to them. <<else>> ... <</if>> <>\ <<permanent>> <</item>> <<item "Curse of Forever Youth">> <<description>>\ <> <<if $knows>> <h5>Thaal form will stay on forever youth. Thaal form will turn into a young submissive lustful woman.</h5> <<else>> <h5>Thava vrun hepd dayt je arshvaite hun. Thava vrun hepd wirs henter eh dwin submisswyk lustais aeyon.</h5> <</if>> <>\ <<permanent>> <</item>> <<item "Chastity Caged">> <<description>>\ <> <<if $knows>> <h5>A chastity device.</h5> <<else>> <h5>A chastity device.</h5> <</if>> <>\ <<unique>> <</item>> <<item "Sarah's key">> <<description>>\ <> <<if $knows>> <h5>A key given to $playerName to watch Sarah having sex with the clients.</h5> <<else>> <h5>A key given to $playerName to watch Sarah having sex with the clients.</h5> <</if>> <>\ <<unique>> <</item>> //=======================Wardrobe ======================= <<newinv $wardrobePlayer>><<newinv $peterWearingClotheNow>> <<newinv $wardrobeWife>><<newinv $sarahWearingClotheNow>> <<run $wardrobePlayer.pickup("Grey Robe", 1, "Naked",1)>> <<set $peterClothesNow to "">> //======================Market Items====================== <<pickup $shopMarket "coal" 10 "gold nugget" 2 "iron ingot" 5>> <<pickup $shopClothingMarket "Clothing Blue" 10 "gold nugget" 2 "iron ingot" 5>> //===============================NPCs Interaction - Prison <<set $prisonersSentences to []>><<set $prisonersActions to []>><<set $prisonersBodylanguage to []>> <<set $cumComments to []>> <<set $responseWayOut to []>> <<set $responseProstitution to []>><<set $responseActionProstitution to []>> <<set $responseFreeRocks to []>> //===============================Conversations NPCS <<script>> var passageCode = Story.get('Sentences').processText(); new Wikifier(null, passageCode); <</script>> //===============================Conversations / Prisoner Sentences <<script>> v.prisonersSentences.push("Come here, cocksucker, I got something for you.","You're just a little plaything for us men.","I heard you've been pleasing all the guards, you slutty bitch.","You look like you could use a good fuck.","Come here, cock-hungry piece of trash.","You looking for a good time, cocksucker?","Damn, look at that ass. Bet you've been passed around like a cum dumpster.","I bet you'd do anything for a little protection, cumdumpster.","Why don't you do us all a favor and bend over for us, like the good cumdumpster you are.","What's the matter, whore? Not getting enough attention from the guards?","Hey sweetheart, need some company?","You're just a piece of meat in here.","I heard you are the warden's little pet. I wonder what she has to do to stay on his good side.","You're just a weak, pathetic excuse for a woman, worth nothing but your body.","We all know why little Petra is here, don't we boys?","I wonder how much I could get for you on the black market.","I bet you enjoy it, being the only woman surrounded by horny men all day.","I bet you love it here, being the only woman in here surrounded by all these men. You are just begging for it.","You better learn how to please us men if you want to survive in here.","You're just a whore, stuck in a man's world. Might as well embrace it","You think you're special, princess? You're just a whore in here.","Don't try to play hard to get, darling. We all know you want it.","You can't resist us, can you? Just admit it, you love being our little sex toy.","Why don't you do us all a favor and put those pretty lips to good use, cumdumpster?","I bet the guards let you get away with anything in exchange for a little pleasure.","You're here to serve us, that's all. So you better start doing your job, slut.","What did you expect when you came here, little Petra? This is a man's world, and you're just our toy now.","All I see is a little slut, pretending to be innocent.","How long do you think you'll last in here before she goes crazy from all the sexual attention?","You're just a cheap whore, and these bars are your own personal prison of pleasure.","Look at her, always trying to look so pure and innocent. We all know the truth.","I bet she's thinking of ways to seduce the guards and get out of here. Too bad that won't work on us.","You better put out for us, whore, or there will be consequences.","You want to be treated like a lady? Well, you're in the wrong place for that. You're just a whore now.","Why don't you show us what you're made of, cumdumpster?","Why don't you come over here and show me what you're good at, whore?","You can't even put up a fight, can you? That's because you're just a helpless woman, meant to be used and abused.","Do you ever think about how pathetic you are? The only woman in a room full of men, begging for their attention.","What do you have to offer us, cocksucker? Better give us a good show if you want to keep your precious little life.","I can't wait to see the look on the warden's face when he finds out I was the first one to break you, cumdumpster.","Hey, baby. Wanna come back to my cell and have a little fun?","You know, I never bought into that whole 'innocent until proven guilty' thing. But in your case, I think we can make an exception.","No one will ever take you seriously again, Petra. You're just a toy for the rest of your life.","I can't wait to get my hands on that little body of yours, cumdumpster","Hey Petra, how many times have you been passed around today? Keep count, maybe it will be a new record","Can't wait to break in the little slut tonight.","Get used to it, sweetheart. You're nothing but a bitch in heat in here.","I heard they brought her in for prostitution. Looks like she's keeping up with her business","You're just a dirty little slut, and we all know it.","You're just a little plaything for us to use and abuse. Don't try to deny it, we all know the truth about you.","Do you even remember what it feels like to be treated with respect? Or have you accepted that this is your life now?","You can try to fight us, but you'll always be just a little plaything for us to enjoy.","I bet you never thought you'd end up in a place like this, did you? But here you are, our little plaything.","Do us all a favor and put on a show for us tonight, whore. Maybe then we'll think about going easy on you.","I can't wait to get my hands on that sweet little body. Maybe I'll even share with the others.","You got nothing but your body to offer. Might as well use it to your advantage.","Why don't you just spread those legs for us and make things easier for yourself, cumdumpster?","A little cock hungry slut like you doesn't belong in a place like this.","I bet she's memorized every inch of this prison by now, from all the times she's crawled around on her knees.","I bet the only reason you're in here is because you couldn't keep your legs closed.","I heard she's been sleeping with half of the inmates in here. Can't resist that sweet little thing, can they?","Hey, sweet cheeks. Why don't you come over here and give me a little taste?","You can cry all you want, slut. That won't stop me from taking what I want from you.","Just think, little Petra, you could have had a nice, normal life. But now, you're just a prison whore.","She can beg and plead all she wants, but in here, she's just a sex toy for us to have our way with.","I think it's time we taught you a lesson about respect, you little cocksucker.","Why don't you show us what else those pretty little mouth of yours can do, cumdumpster?","I wonder what your parents would think if they knew their precious little girl was in here, begging for it from every man she sees.","She probably loves all the attention she gets in here. She's just a little attention-seeking slut.","I wonder how many times she's been passed around in one night. She must be a worn-out little thing.","Hey babe, how about you come sit on my lap and we can have some fun?","You're not fooling anyone, cumdumpster. We all know what you're in here for.","I heard she's already been with half the inmates in here. What a filthy little slut.","I bet she'll do anything we ask her to, just for a little taste of freedom.", "What's the matter, Petra? Not enjoying all the attention from us men?","I can't wait to get a piece of that, cock-hungry slut.","Just think, boys, someday this little whore might be screaming our names in ecstasy. Let's make it happen tonight.","I heard Petra's been passed around to every cell in here. Wonder what her record is.","Tell me, little cumdumpster, what's your price? I'm sure you have one.","We should have a little contest to see who can break her first. My money's on me.","I wonder if little Petra can handle all of us in one night.","I bet we'll all miss having our personal little fuck toy when she finally gets out of here.","I wonder how many times she's had to beg for her life in here. Must be exhausting, being a whore and all.","I can't wait to use that little body of yours for my own pleasure.","Oh, poor little Petra. The only woman among all these men. She doesn't stand a chance.","I bet her cell is her little brothel at night. How many guys have you had in there, slut?","Why don't you crawl over here and show us what you're good for, little slut.","Come on, sweetheart. Show us what you got.","I heard she's been trying to make deals with the guards for extra privileges. Poor desperate little thing","I bet she's used to getting whatever she wants with that pretty face. But that won't work on us, will it boys?","I bet she can't wait to get out of this hell, so she can go sell her body for money.","I wonder how many of us she's slept with already. Too bad I wasn't first in line.","I can't wait to get my hands on that little piece of ass over there.","I wonder how many of us she's taken on at once. I bet she can handle it.","You'll never be a person in here, just a little plaything for us men to use and abuse.","Do you even remember what it feels like to be touched with kindness, whore?","What's the matter? You used to be so eager to please us. Don't tell me you're tired of being our little plaything already.","When are you going to learn, princess? Your body is all you have in here.","I wonder what fantasies she's been having in here, surrounded by all these men. Just our little sex slave.","I can't wait for my turn with you, cumdumpster. You'll be begging for more by the time I'm done.","I bet her parents are so proud, knowing their daughter is in the only male prison as the only woman.","I promise I'll be gentle, cocksucker. Just bend over and spread those legs.","I wonder if she's ever had this kind of attention from so many men at once. She's living every woman's fantasy, isn't she?","You must love all this attention, don't you? You're just a dirty whore deep down.","Prison is for men, and you're just a piece of ass here. Get used to it.","I think it's time for a little game with our new plaything. What do you say, cumdumpster?","I can't wait to get my hands on that tight little body of hers. You'll do anything I say, won't you slut?","We have a special place for sluts like you in here, and it's not in a cell.","I bet she can't wait to get out of here and get back to her life of selling her body.","How many more men do you have to fuck before you finally break, cumdumpster?","The guards must love having a willing whore like you around, always ready to please them.","You think you have any power here? You're just a little girl, a plaything for us to use and abuse."); v.prisonersBodylanguage.push("He is looking at my exposed breasts","He is looking at my crotch","He is getting way too close","I'm not liking how he is looking at me","He is licking his lips while staring at me","He is leaning in, invading my personal space","His body is tense and leaning towards me in a threatening manner","He is standing too close, and I can feel his breath on my neck","His eyes are constantly roaming over my body","His hands are making grabbing motions","He is smirking and making suggestive gestures","He is smirking and making inappropriate gestures","His hand is reaching out, as if to touch me","He is smirking and winking at me","He is staring at me with a predatory gaze","His body language is dominating and intimidating","He is looking at my thighs","His tone is lewd and suggestive","He is sizing me up as if I am a piece of meat","He is making crude gestures and remarks","His posture is aggressive and predatory","His eyes are filled with lust and aggression","His laughter is mocking and degrading","His posture is looming over me, making me feel smaller and more vulnerable","He is towering over me, physically asserting his dominance","His gaze is following my every movement","He is gesticulating forcefully, making me feel intimidated","He touches me inappropriately every time no one is looking, as a way to remind me of my place."); v.prisonersBodylanguage.push("His body is positioned to block my escape","He is standing in a way that blocks my path","His body is positioned to prevent me from leaving","He is using his body to corner me"); v.cumComments.push("I see you got some action you dirty whore, you love getting some good dicking don't you?","Damn harlot, you look good with all this sperm on your body, you should keep it inside you as a good cumdumpster should.","Don't pretend you don't like it, you little slut. We all know you crave our cum.","You disgust me, fresh cum dripping from your body like a cheap sex toy, always ready for whoever wants a piece of you.","Look at her, always willing and ready to spread her legs for anyone in this hellhole.","Fresh cum on your body is just crying for more, you'll never get enough from all these men who treat you like a sex object.","Oozing out like the little slut you are. Don't you ever get enough?","Looks like the men in this prison can't resist you, you little bitch.","Filthy little cum dumpster, always ready to please any man who looks your way.","I bet you enjoy every minute of it, don't you? Being used like a piece of meat.","I bet you can't wait to get on your knees and suck off the next inmate who comes your way.","Disgusting. Can't even keep yourself clean, can you? You enjoy being treated like a cheap cum rag.","Fresh cum and sperm stains, it's all you're good for in this prison. No one will ever see you as anything else.","Keep flaunting yourself like that, and you'll never be able to wash off the stench of being a fuck toy.","Doesn't matter how much you try to clean yourself up, everyone still knows what you are - a dirty little whore.","Look at her strutting around with cum dripping from her body. Shameless.","I can't believe they let a cum-filled slut like you out of the cage, even for a moment.","Always the same story with you, isn't it? Can't go a day without getting your fix.","They don't call you a sex slave for nothing, do they? Enjoying every second of being degraded and used.","You'll always be just a worthless sex slave in this place, no matter how hard you try to fight it.","I bet you're used to this by now, aren't you? Being nothing but a sex object for these prisoners.","You'll never be anything more than a sex slave, a plaything for us to use and discard.","You must love the attention, always covered in fresh cum from all the men who use you.","There she goes, cum dripping from between her legs like a constant reminder of her place in this prison.","Is there no shame left in that tiny body of yours? You're just a plaything for these men.","Fresh cum and cum stains, the marks of a true prison whore. That's all you'll ever be.", "Piece of trash. They might as well keep the cum on you at all times, it's just where you belong.","Fresh cum, fresh shame. You'll never escape it, no matter how much you try to deny it.","Good for nothing but spreading your legs. You'll never be respected or treated like a human being here.","No one will ever respect you, not after seeing you covered in cum like that.","You might as well lay down on the ground and let everyone take a turn with you. That's all you're good for anyway.","Don't think you can hide the evidence of your constant fucking, it's all over your body.","What a sight. A helpless little cum dump covered in the evidence of her own degradation and humiliation.","Look at her, luring the guards and inmates with her fresh cum. She's just begging for it.","Covered in cum, just like a little toy. That's what you are to them.","It's almost impressive, how much cum you seem to collect on a daily basis. Truly a professional cumdumpster.","You must live for moments like this, when you can walk around covered in cum and feel like a real cumdumpster.","Just a pretty little thing for these men to use and discard like a cheap sex toy.","She looks like she's ready to be fucked by anyone. Must be her natural state by now.","Looks like the perverted inmates finally found something to do with you, huh? Figures.","Just keep oozing out that cum, it's all you're good for. Just like a little cumdumpster.","Just another day in the life of a cumdumpster. I bet you wouldn't want it any other way.","Keep pretending you're not a total cumdumpster. We all know the truth about you.","Even the guards can't keep their hands off you, can they? Just another fucktoy for everyone to use.","You must enjoy being humiliated like this, otherwise you wouldn't keep coming back for more.","I hope you enjoy being the prisoner cumdumpster, because that's all you'll ever be.","Just look at her, all covered in cum like a whore in heat. They'll never let you forget your place, will they?","Attention-seeking whore, always covered in cum to make sure everyone knows what she's good for.","Just another day in the life of a cum dump like you, huh? Never thought you'd end up like this, did you?","Cum and sperm is all you're good for, isn't it? Just a cum receptacle for these animals.","You love it, don't you? All this attention, being the center of every man's desire.","Look at her, the epitome of a male fantasy. Too bad she's just a pathetic, used-up sex object.","Covered in cum, just how you like it. You've become nothing but a slave to your own desires.","Covered in cum like a badge of honor. You must love being the prison's favorite cum dumpster.","Go ahead, cover yourself up like the little cum dumpster you are. It won't change a thing.","Fresh cum on your body, fresh reminder of your worth in this prison. A mere tool for our pleasure, whore.","You should be used to this by now, Petra. Just another day in the life of a cum-guzzling sex toy.","Sperm and cum must be your favorite perfume, you always smell of it."); v.responseWayOut.push("Look around girl, this is your life now. There's no escape, no matter how pretty you are.","I dont know bitch, maybe try to convince the guards to be their cumdumpster.","There is no way out of here whore, just spend your days and they will release you.","Shut bitch, why don't you get on all fours instead of thinking in ways to leave..","No harlot, you won't leave, you are our sex toy, get comfortable being passed around here.","What, you think you are too good for this place? You deserve every bit of pain and degradation in here.","You're just a pretty little plaything for us prisoners, you ain't going anywhere.","Ha! As if a little whore like you could find a way out of this place. Just give in and accept your fate.","We don't need you thinking of escape, we have plans for you right here.","Stop dreaming, slut. You're stuck here like the rest of us.","You really think you can manipulate your way out of here? We see through your act, pretty face.","You think your looks will get you out? Think again, you're just another prisoner like the rest of us.","Why would we help you get out when you're the only entertainment we have in this hellhole?","You think you're better than us, whore? Sorry to break it to you, but you're stuck here just like the rest of us.","Don't even bother trying to escape, harlot. It's a waste of your time and energy.","Just focus on pleasing us, that's all you're good for in this prison.","No one escapes this place, especially not someone like you.","I've been here for years and I haven't found a way out. You won't either, so just give up.","You want to leave? Then bribe the guards with your body maybe they will release you bitch.","We don't care about your suffering, bitch. You're just here for our enjoyment.","You can try all you want, but you'll never find a way out of this prison.","You want out? Start groveling and begging, that's the only way.","You really believe there's a way out? That's just cute, little bitch.","Why even bother thinking about leaving? This is where you belong now.","Ha, good luck getting out of here, this place is like a fortress. Maybe offer yourself to the warden for early parole.","Why would anyone want to help a slut like you? Just accept your role in this prison."); v.responseProstitution.push("Don't expect me to be gentle with you harlot, you are nothing but a bunch of holes for me to fuck you.","About time whore, I was in need for your holes, I'm quite pent up.","You need to do more than spread your legs for some blue rocks, cunt.","You're lucky I'm generous enough to give you some blue rocks, now give me what I want.","What's a little slut like you gonna do with blue rocks anyways? But if you're offering, I won't say no.","Looks like the whore finally realized she's just a cumdumpster for us.","Don't play coy with me, bitch. I know you'll do anything for those blue rocks.","You're just a cumdumpster, don't act like you have any control or choice.","If you want blue rocks, you need to earn them. And we both know how you earn them.","Keep whoring yourself out, maybe then you'll actually have something valuable besides your worthless body.","Sure, I'll fuck you for blue rocks, but don't expect me to use any lub, bitch.","Shut up and spread your legs, I'll give you some blue rocks for a good fuck.","You disgust me, but your desperation for blue rocks is amusing.","I'll take what I want from you, and you'll take whatever I give you for it.","Why do you even bother playing hard to get? You know you'll end up on your knees for those blue rocks.","Don't get any ideas, slut. You're just a fuck toy, nothing more.","Just another day in the life of this cumdumpster, huh?","At this point, are you even human or just a fuck toy for us?","Do your best to satisfy me, maybe then I'll throw a few blue rocks your way, bitch.","You can't deny it, you're just a whore in this prison. Might as well embrace it and get what you want.","How does it feel to be treated like a worthless whore by everyone in this prison, including yourself?","I see you've accepted your role as the prison slut. Good, it'll make things easier for both of us.","If you think having sex for blue rocks is bad, just wait until you see what else we have in store for you.","I don't care about your feelings, just give me what I want and I'll give you some blue rocks.","You're just a toy for us to use and discard, don't forget that.","No one will ever respect you, so might as well continue selling your body for blue rocks.","Don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're a woman. You're still a whore in my eyes.","You probably enjoy being used like this, don't you? It's all you're good for.","Once a whore, always a whore. And you're the biggest one in this prison.","Being a whore is the only thing you're good at, might as well embrace it and make some blue rocks.","Is this truly how you want to live your life, as a cheap prostitute in a prison?","If you want to survive in this prison, you'll have to do more than just spread your legs for some blue rocks, slut.","You're lucky you even have the opportunity to earn blue rocks. Now spread your legs and let me fuck you.","Some people are born whores, but you chose to become one in this prison. Congratulations.","It's not just sex for blue rocks, it's also a way to survive in this hell hole.","You do realize you're just another source of amusement for us, right?","You're nothing but a cumdumpster, don't even try to act like you have any self-worth.","We can stop this anytime you want, but then you'll have nothing. So keep doing what you do best, bitch.","Just another day, just another fuck for some blue rocks.","How does it feel to be degraded and humiliated every day for blue rocks?","I'll give you some blue rocks, but only if you do everything I say, whore.","Just spread your legs and give me what I want, it's not like you have any dignity left anyways.","Go ahead, spread your legs and beg for blue rocks like the pathetic whore you are.","Pathetic, you keep coming back for more even though you know what's going to happen.","Your worth is measured by how many blue rocks you can earn, isn't that pathetic?","Do you even have any self-worth left, whore? Or have you traded it all for blue rocks?","I'll give you some blue rocks, but don't expect me to show any mercy while fucking you.","You thought prison would be a punishment, but for you, it's just another opportunity to sell your body.","Don't even bother trying to resist, you know you want those blue rocks, bitch.","I'll give you some blue rocks, but only if you let me do whatever I want to you.","A pathetic whore like you doesn't deserve anything, but I'll still take what you're offering for some blue rocks.","Go ahead and spread those legs, it's the only way you'll ever get any blue rocks.","I hope you're proud of yourself, whoring yourself out for a few blue rocks.","You're no better than a common street whore, just a slut for us to pass around for blue rocks.","You're nothing but a piece of meat to us, so don't act like you have any say in this.","You'll never be anything more than a cumdumpster for us. Might as well make the best of it.","Just remember, you brought this on yourself when you started spreading your legs for blue rocks.","Some women would be disgusted by this, but you seem to enjoy being treated like a sex object.","I don't even see you as a person anymore, just a piece of meat for me to fuck and pay with blue rocks.","I'll give you blue rocks for some of your holes, but don't think that means I have any respect for you.","You're nothing but a plaything for us, and you know it.","You can try to justify it however you want, but at the end of the day, you're just a worthless whore.","Keep begging for those blue rocks, whore. It's the only way you'll ever have any worth here.","I'll give you blue rocks, but don't expect me to treat you like a human being.","Keep sucking for those blue rocks, whore. At least you're good at something.","You'll do anything for those damn blue rocks, won't you? Even if it means being a sex toy for everyone here."); v.responseActionProstitution.push("He uses his power and presence to intimidate me and make me submit to his desires.","He pins me against a wall and tells me he owns me now, and I am to do whatever he wants.","He aggressively kisses me, telling me I'll never be able to say no to him.","He forces himself on me, telling me I am just a whore in this prison.","He grabs me by the hair in front of the other inmates, they all looking at this degrading scene as he overpowers me.","He touches me inappropriately, making suggestive comments and offers of money in return.","He pulls me onto his lap and whispers promises into my ear, trying to entice me.","He forces me to my knees, telling me I know how things work in this prison.","He approaches me in the yard, whispering lewd things in my ear and offering me money.","He grabs my hand and leads me to his cell, not giving me a choice.","He takes my hand and leads me to a private cell, where he will pay me for my services","He grabs my hand and leads me to a private cell, ignoring my protests.","He pulls me into a supply closet, telling me he needs to relieve some stress and I am his solution.","He pushes me against the wall and kisses me forcefully.","He whispers crude and vulgar things in my ear, as I try to resist but I know it's no use","He whispers dirty words in my ear, telling me what he wants to do to me","He slams me against the wall, his hands groping my body as he kisses me forcefully.","He whispers obscene words in my ear as he forces himself onto me.","He whispers in my ear, telling me what he wants to do to me and how much he will pay.","He grabs my waist and takes me to a dark corner, he throws me on the ground.","He grabs me by the hair in front of the other inmates, they all looking at this degrading scene as he overpowers me.","He pays me in blue rocks and takes me to a secluded area for a quick sexual encounter.","He offers me blue rocks, telling me it's all I'm worth in this prison.","He uses his position of power to force me into sexual acts, knowing I have no other choice.","He pressures me into compliance, telling me I am nothing but a sex object to him.","He whispers crude comments in my ear, reminding me of my role in this prison.","He degraded me and paid me, reinforcing my status as a sexual object for his pleasure.","He tells me I am his property now, and he can do whatever he wants to me.","He uses fear and threats to keep me subservient and willing to do whatever he wants.","He makes crude remarks and gestures towards me, reminding me that I am nothing but a sexual plaything in this prison.","He takes me to a secluded corner and tells me I am lucky to have his attention.","He takes advantage of my vulnerability and desperation, using me for his own satisfaction.","He uses his physical and verbal aggression to overpower and control me, using me for his own gratification.","He uses physical force and coercion to make me comply with his sexual advances.","He tells me how much he enjoys having power over me, and how I am just a disposable object to him.","He offers me blue rocks and tells me he wants me to be his personal whore, at his beck and call anytime he desires.","He tells me he owns me and can do whatever he wants, as I am just a worthless prisoner."); v.responseFreeRocks.push("Hahaha very funny bitch.","Shut the fuck up whore, do you think this is charity?","Why don't you work for it with your ass pretty thing?","You know the price, why even bother asking?","I'll give you blue rocks when pigs fly.","I'll give you some blue rocks if you give me a little something too.","You'd do anything for those rocks, wouldn't you?","Why don't you just suck off the whole cell block? You'll get more blue rocks that way.","You know the deal, just spread your legs and take them.","Don't act so innocent, we all know what you do for blue rocks.","Blue rocks don't come easy in this place.","If you want blue rocks, go suck off the guards like always.","I'll give you blue rocks, but only if you do it in front of everyone.","You're not getting any blue rocks from me, whore.","I need those blue rocks too, just like everyone else.","Just shut up and do what you do best.","Get lost, we all have our own ways to earn blue rocks here.","I'm not your pimp, figure it out yourself.","I'll give you blue rocks, but only if you promise not to cry afterwards.","Don't waste your breath, we all know you're just a cheap whore.","Well, well, well, look who's begging for blue rocks.","Nobody gives away blue rocks for free, not even to a pathetic little bitch like you.","Blue rocks don't come for free in this place, you know that."); //================================================================= <</script>>

version: 0.4.2

<<if !tags().includes('HideStatsAndInfo')>> /*WifeAt: $wifelocation*/ PlayerAt: $currentpassagename <</if>>

//------------- Time Manager <<set $currentpassagename to state.history[0].variables["current"]>> <<if $datenow - $timerAmariBuildTavern >= 72000000 && $lr == 6>><<set $lr to 7>><<if $LRnot == 2>><<set $LRnot to 3>><<set $lr to 9>><</if>><</if>> <<if $datenow - $firstChastityTimer >= 72000000 && $peterWifeSexNumber == 5 && $stringTimeNow >= 8 && $currentpassagename == "House">><<goto "Peter First Chastity">><</if>> <<if $datenow - $timerSarahIntroducePeterTavern >= 72000000 && $feminization == 12>><<set $feminization to 13>><</if>> <<if $datenow - $timerSarahIntroducePeterTavern >= 216000000 && $feminization == 14>><<set $feminization to 15>><</if>> //=================Wife Cum Inside Timers==================== <<if $wifeCumVagDiff != $wifeVaginal>><<set $wifeCumVag to ($wifeCumVag + ($wifeVaginal - $wifeCumVagDiff))>><<set $wifeCumVagDiff to $wifeVaginal>><</if>> <<if $wifeCumAssDiff != $wifeAnal>><<set $wifeCumAss to ($wifeCumAss + ($wifeAnal - $wifeCumAssDiff))>><<set $wifeCumAssDiff to $wifeAnal>><</if>> <<if $wifeCumAss > 13>><<set $wifeCumAss to 13>><</if>> <<if $wifeCumVag > 16>><<set $wifeCumVag to 16>><</if>> <<if $datenow - $wifeCumAssTimer >= 18000000 && $wifeCumAss > 0>> // 5 hours to reduct one cum <<set $wifeCumAss-->><<set $wifeCumAssTimer to $datenow>> <</if>> <<if $datenow - $wifeCumVagTimer >= 18000000 && $wifeCumVag > 0>> // 5 hours to reduct one cum <<set $wifeCumVag-->><<set $wifeCumVagTimer to $datenow>> <</if>> //=================Player Cum Inside Timers==================== <<if $pCumAss > 13>><<set $pCumAss to 13>><</if>> <<if $pCumVag > 16>><<set $pCumVag to 16>><</if>> <<if $datenow - $pCumAssTimer >= 18000000 && $pCumAss > 0>> // 5 hours to reduct one cum <<set $pCumAss-->><<set $pCumAssTimer to $datenow>> <</if>> <<if $datenow - $pCumVagTimer >= 18000000 && $pCumVag > 0>> // 5 hours to reduct one cum <<set $pCumVag-->><<set $pCumVagTimer to $datenow>> <</if>> //=================Player Stretching Timers <<if $pStateAss > 9>><<set $pStateAss to 9>><</if>> <<if $pStateVag > 6>><<set $pStateVag to 6>><</if>> <<if $pAssGapingIn >= 20>><<set $pAssGapingIn to 0>><<set $pStateAss++>><</if>> <<if $pVagGapingIn >= 20>><<set $pVagGapingIn to 0>><<set $pStateVag++>><</if>> <<if $datenow - $pStateAssTimer >= 86400000 && $pStateAss > 1>> // 1 day to reduct one of stretching <<set $pStateAss-->><<set $pStateAssTimer to $datenow>> <</if>> <<if $datenow - $pStateVagTimer >= 86400000 && $pStateVag > 1>> // 1 day to reduct one of stretching <<set $pStateVag-->><<set $pStateVagTimer to $datenow>> <</if>> //===================================================== <<set $wifeBodyCount to ($wifeOral + $wifeVaginal + $wifeAnal)>> <<if $wifeLastSexAt != 0 && $datenow - $wifeLastSexAt <= 18000000>><<set $creampieCheck to 1>><<set $wifeCumFilledWith to Math.clamp($wifeCumFilledWith + 1, 0, 100)>><<else>><<set $creampieCheck to 0>><<set $wifeCumFilledWith to Math.clamp($wifeCumFilledWith - 1, 0, 100)>><</if>> <<if $wifeLastSexAt != 0 && $datenow - $wifeLastSexAt >= 18000000>><<set $wifeCumFilledWith to Math.clamp($wifeCumFilledWith + 1, 0, 100)>><</if>>/*Adds to WifeCumFilledCounter*/ <<set $passageText to passage()>> <<if $passageText.contains("@@##")>> <<goto "The woods">> <<else>> The passage does not contain the search content. <</if>> //===============CURSES EFFECTS OVER TIME==================== //======================Deal of Tavern Profit <<if $peterBuffs.has('Deal Of Tavern Profit') && $datenow - $DoTP >= 86400000>> <<set $tavernWifeReputation to Math.clamp($tavernWifeReputation + 10, 0, 500)>> <<set $DoTP to $datenow>> <</if>> //======================Curse of Forever Youth <<if $peterBuffs.has('Curse of Forever Youth')>> <<if $datenow - $CoYouth >= 72000000 && $sleepButtonTransformedPressed>> <<set $m2fMicro++>><<set $CoYouth to $datenow>> <<set $sleepButtonTransformedPressed to false>> <<if $m2fMicro == 1>><<goto "Transformation1">><</if>> <<if $m2fMicro == 2>><<set $m2f to Math.clamp($m2f - 1, 0, 3)>><<set $m2fMicro++>><<goto "Transformation2">><</if>> <<if $m2fMicro == 4>><<goto "Transformation3">><</if>> <<if $m2fMicro == 5>><<set $m2f to Math.clamp($m2f - 1, 0, 3)>><<set $m2fMicro++>><<goto "Transformation4">><</if>> <<if $m2fMicro == 7>><<goto "Transformation5">><</if>> <<if $m2fMicro == 8>><<set $m2f to Math.clamp($m2f - 1, 0, 3)>><<set $m2fMicro++>><<set $pChastity to false>><<goto "TransformationM2F1">><</if>> <<if $m2fMicro == 10>><<set $pBoobs to 1>><<set $m2fMicro++>><</if>> <<else>> <<set $sleepButtonTransformedPressed to false>> <</if>> <</if>> //======================Chastity Cage <<if $pChastity >> <<if !$peterBuffs.has('Chastity Caged')>> <<run $peterBuffs.pickup("Chastity Caged", 1)>> <</if>> <<else>> <<if $peterBuffs.has('Chastity Caged')>> <<run $peterBuffs.drop("Chastity Caged", 1)>> <</if>> <</if>> //=====================================================

<h1>Lore</h1> <h3>World</h3> <<link "Males" "Lore Males">><</link>> <<link "Females" "Lore Males">><</link>> <h3>Female Roles</h3> <<link "Housewives" "Lore Housewives">><</link>> <<link "Prostitutes" "Lore Prostitutes">><</link>> <<link "Breeders" "Lore Breeders">><</link>> <<link "Sex Slaves" "Lore Sex Slaves">><</link>> <h3>Characterts</h3> <<link "Lord Robert" "Lore Lord Robert">><</link>> <<link "Holy Knights" "Lore Holy Knights">><</link>> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <</button>>

//------------- Time Manager <<set $stringMinutesNow = $datenow.getMinutes()>> <<set $stringTimeNow = $datenow.getHours()>> <<set $stringDayNow = $datenow.getDate()>> <<set $stringTimeMilisecNow = $datenow.getTime()>> <<set $currentpassagename to state.history[0].variables["current"]>> //------------- +1minute if walking inside the house and 10 outside <<if ($lastpassagename == "Bedroom" || $lastpassagename == "Upstairs" || $lastpassagename == "Bathroom" || $lastpassagename == "Kitchen" || $lastpassagename == "House" || $lastpassagename == "Workplace") && ($currentpassagename == "Bedroom"|| $currentpassagename == "Bathroom"|| $currentpassagename == "Kitchen"|| $currentpassagename == "House"|| $currentpassagename == "Workplace" || $currentpassagename == "Upstairs")>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getUTCMinutes() + 1)>><<elseif $currentpassagename == "Wife Interaction">> <<else>><<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 10)>> <</if>> <<set $lastpassagename to state.history[0].variables["last"]>> //================================================= <<set $coins to $backpack.count('money')>> <<set $bluerocks to $backpack.count('Blue rocks')>> //========================Clothing======================= //======================Debt Timers======================= <<if $stringDayNow == 1 || $stringDayNow == 2 || $stringDayNow == 3>><<set $repaymentEventReady to true>><</if>> //===================================================== //===================================================== //------------- Update The Inn Clients <<if $stringTimeNow >= 10 && $stringTimeNow <= 24>> <<for _i to 0; _i lt 5; _i++>> <<set _randomNumberClientsChance to random(0, 1000)>>//*10 Per cent chance to client go to the tavern <<if $arrayClients[_i] == 0 && _randomNumberClientsChance >= (1000 - $tavernFame)>>//Ex: if $tavernFame is 50, there is a 5% chance to a client go on timer update. <<set _randomNumber to random(0, 27)>> //To run through "arrayPartners" <<set _randomNumberStayingTime to random(20, 60)>>// minutes client will be staying on tavern <<set $arrayClients[_i] to ($stringTimeMilisecNow + (_randomNumberStayingTime * 60000))>> <<set $arrayClientName[_i] to $arrayPartners[_randomNumber]>> <</if>> <<if $arrayClients[_i] != 0 && $stringTimeMilisecNow >= $arrayClients[_i]>><<set $arrayClients[_i] to 0>><<set $arrayClientName[_i] to "">><</if>> <</for>> <<else>><<set $arrayClients to [0,0,0,0,0,0]>><<set $arrayClientName to ["","","","","",""]>> <</if>> //=================Sex Activity On Tavern Player, Elsewhere========== <<if $currentpassagename != "Upstairs" && $lastpassagename != "Upstairs" && $tavernWifeReputation >= 50 && $wifeCanCuck && $wifelocation == "Tavern">> <<set $dice to random(1, $arrayPartners.length)>><<set _diceChance to random(1, 5)>> <<if _diceChance == 1>> <<set $diceSex to random(1, 3)>> <<set $diceSexTimes to random(1, 2)>> <<if $diceSex == 1>> <<set $wifeOral += $diceSexTimes>><<pickup $backpack 'money' ($tavernWifeReputation / 50)>> <<set $wifeLastOral to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <<elseif $diceSex == 2>> <<set $wifeVaginal += $diceSexTimes>><<pickup $backpack 'money' ($tavernWifeReputation / 25)>> <<set $wifeLastVaginal to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>> <<elseif $diceSex == 3>> <<set $wifeAnal += $diceSexTimes>><<pickup $backpack 'money' ($tavernWifeReputation / 20)>> <<set $wifeLastAnal to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>> <</if>> <<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>> <</if>> <</if>> //===================================================== //------------- Wife Location by daytime and activity <<if $currentpassagename != "Wife Interaction">> //prevent changing in the middle of a conversation <<if $requestWife == "cook">> <<set $wifelocation to "Kitchen">><<if ($datenow - $stringMinutesRequestWife) >= 1800000>><<set $requestWife to "">><</if>><</if>><</if>> <<if $lr != 3 && $requestWife == "" && !$wifeIsBusy30min>> <<if $wifelocation == "Bathroom">><<set $creampieCheck to 0>><</if>> <<if $stringTimeNow == 0>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -1, 0, 100) >> <<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">><<if $datenow.getMinutes() > 30>> <<if !$showerAtMornings && $creampieCheck == 1>><<set $wifelocation = "Bathroom">><</if>><</if>> <<if $isAWhore>><<set $wifelocation = "?">> <<set $dice to random(1, $arrayPartners.length)>> <<set $diceSex to random(1, 3)>> <<set $diceSexTimes to random(1, 3)>> <<if $diceSex == 1>> <<set $wifeOral += $diceSexTimes>> <<set $wifeLastOral to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <<elseif $diceSex == 2>> <<set $wifeVaginal += $diceSexTimes>> <<set $wifeLastVaginal to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <<elseif $diceSex == 3>> <<set $wifeAnal += $diceSexTimes>> <<set $wifeLastAnal to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <<else>> <</if>><</if>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 1>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -1, 0, 100) >> <<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> <<if $isAWhore>><<set $wifelocation = "?">> <<set $dice to random(1, $arrayPartners.length)>> <<set $diceSex to random(1, 3)>> <<set $diceSexTimes to random(1, 2)>> <<if $diceSex == 1>> <<set $wifeOral += $diceSexTimes>> <<set $wifeLastOral to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <<elseif $diceSex == 2>> <<set $wifeVaginal += $diceSexTimes>> <<set $wifeLastVaginal to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <<elseif $diceSex == 3>> <<set $wifeAnal += $diceSexTimes>> <<set $wifeLastAnal to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <<else>><<set $wifelocation = "House">><</if>><</if>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 2>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -1, 0, 100) >> <<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> <<if $isAWhore>><<set $wifelocation = "Kitchen">> <<if $datenow.getMinutes() > 30>> <<set $wifelocation = "Bathroom">> <<else>><<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">><</if>><</if>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 3>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -1, 0, 100) >> <<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 4>> <<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 5>> <<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 6>> <<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 7>> <<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 8>> <<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 9>> <<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 10>> <<if $datenow.getMinutes() > 30>><<if $showerAtMornings>><<set $wifelocation = "Bathroom">><</if>><</if>> <<set $wifelocation = "House">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 11>> <<set $wifelocation = "Kitchen">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 12>> <<set $wifelocation = "Kitchen">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 13>> <<set $wifelocation = "Market">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 14>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -1, 0, 100) >> <<set $wifelocation = "Market">> <<if $lr >= 8 && $wifeTavernBanned == false>><<set $wifelocation = "Tavern">><</if>> <<if $isAWhore>><<set $dice to random(1, $arrayPartners.length)>> <<set $diceSex to random(1, 3)>> <<set $diceSexTimes to random(1, 2)>> <<if $diceSex == 1>> <<set $wifeOral += $diceSexTimes>> <<set $wifeLastOral to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <<elseif $diceSex == 2>> <<set $wifeVaginal += $diceSexTimes>> <<set $wifeLastVaginal to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <<elseif $diceSex == 3>> <<set $wifeAnal += $diceSexTimes>> <<set $wifeLastAnal to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <</if>><</if>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 15>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -1, 0, 100) >> <<set $wifelocation = "Market">> <<if $lr >= 8 && $wifeTavernBanned == false>><<set $wifelocation = "Tavern">><</if>> <<if $isAWhore>><<set $dice to random(1, $arrayPartners.length)>> <<set $diceSex to random(1, 3)>> <<set $diceSexTimes to random(1, 2)>> <<if $diceSex == 1>> <<set $wifeOral += $diceSexTimes>> <<set $wifeLastOral to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <<elseif $diceSex == 2>> <<set $wifeVaginal += $diceSexTimes>> <<set $wifeLastVaginal to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <<elseif $diceSex == 3>> <<set $wifeAnal += $diceSexTimes>> <<set $wifeLastAnal to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <</if>><</if>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 16>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -1, 0, 100) >> <<set $wifelocation = "Market">> <<if $lr >= 8 && $wifeTavernBanned == false>><<set $wifelocation = "Tavern">><</if>> <<if $isAWhore>><<set $dice to random(1, $arrayPartners.length)>> <<set $diceSex to random(1, 3)>> <<set $diceSexTimes to random(1, 2)>> <<if $diceSex == 1>> <<set $wifeOral += $diceSexTimes>> <<set $wifeLastOral to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <<elseif $diceSex == 2>> <<set $wifeVaginal += $diceSexTimes>> <<set $wifeLastVaginal to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <<elseif $diceSex == 3>> <<set $wifeAnal += $diceSexTimes>> <<set $wifeLastAnal to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <</if>><</if>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 17>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -1, 0, 100) >> <<set $wifelocation = "Market">> <<if $lr >= 8 && $wifeTavernBanned == false>><<set $wifelocation = "Tavern">><</if>> <<if $isAWhore>><<set $dice to random(1, $arrayPartners.length)>> <<set $diceSex to random(1, 3)>> <<set $diceSexTimes to random(1, 2)>> <<if $diceSex == 1>> <<set $wifeOral += $diceSexTimes>> <<set $wifeLastOral to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <<elseif $diceSex == 2>> <<set $wifeVaginal += $diceSexTimes>> <<set $wifeLastVaginal to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <<elseif $diceSex == 3>> <<set $wifeAnal += $diceSexTimes>> <<set $wifeLastAnal to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <</if>><</if>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 18>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -1, 0, 100) >> <<set $wifelocation = "House">> <<if $lr >= 8 && $wifeTavernBanned == false>><<set $wifelocation = "Tavern">><</if>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 19>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -1, 0, 100) >> <<set $wifelocation = "House">> <<if $lr >= 8 && $wifeTavernBanned == false>><<set $wifelocation = "Tavern">><</if>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 20>> <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -1, 0, 100) >> <<set $wifelocation = "Kitchen">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 21>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -1, 0, 100) >> <<set $wifelocation = "?">> <<if $lr >= 8 && $wifeTavernBanned == false>><<set $wifelocation = "Tavern">><<else>><<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">><</if>> <<if $isAWhore>><<set $dice to random(1, $arrayPartners.length)>> <<set $diceSex to random(1, 3)>> <<set $diceSexTimes to random(1, 2)>> <<if $diceSex == 1>> <<set $wifeOral += $diceSexTimes>> <<set $wifeLastOral to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <<elseif $diceSex == 2>> <<set $wifeVaginal += $diceSexTimes>> <<set $wifeLastVaginal to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <<elseif $diceSex == 3>> <<set $wifeAnal += $diceSexTimes>> <<set $wifeLastAnal to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <</if>><</if>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 22>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -1, 0, 100) >> <<if $isAWhore>><<set $wifelocation = "?">> <<if $lr >= 8 && $wifeTavernBanned == false>><<set $wifelocation = "Tavern">><<else>><<set $wifelocation = "House">><</if>> <<set $dice to random(1, $arrayPartners.length)>> <<set $diceSex to random(1, 3)>> <<set $diceSexTimes to random(1, 2)>> <<if $diceSex == 1>> <<set $wifeOral += $diceSexTimes>> <<set $wifeLastOral to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <<elseif $diceSex == 2>> <<set $wifeVaginal += $diceSexTimes>> <<set $wifeLastVaginal to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <<elseif $diceSex == 3>> <<set $wifeAnal += $diceSexTimes>> <<set $wifeLastAnal to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <</if>><</if>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 23>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -1, 0, 100) >> <<set $wifelocation = "?">> <<if $lr >= 8 && $wifeTavernBanned == false>><<set $wifelocation = "Tavern">><<else>><<set $wifelocation = "House">><</if>> <<if $isAWhore>><<set $dice to random(1, $arrayPartners.length)>> <<set $diceSex to random(1, 3)>> <<set $diceSexTimes to random(1, 2)>> <<if $diceSex == 1>> <<set $wifeOral += $diceSexTimes>> <<set $wifeLastOral to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <<elseif $diceSex == 2>> <<set $wifeVaginal += $diceSexTimes>> <<set $wifeLastVaginal to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <<elseif $diceSex == 3>> <<set $wifeAnal += $diceSexTimes>> <<set $wifeLastAnal to $arrayPartners[$dice]>> <</if>><</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $lr == 3>> <<set $wifelocation to "Lord Robert's Mansion">> <<if $stringDayNow != $eventDay && $stringTimeNow >= 10>><<set $eventDay to $stringDayNow>><<run $datenow.setHours(11)>><<goto LRwifeback>><</if>> <</if>> //===================================================== //------------- Elmer Location by daytime and activity <<if $stringTimeNow == 0>> <<set $elmerlocation to "House">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 1>> <<set $elmerlocation to "House">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 2>> <<set $elmerlocation to "House">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 3>> <<set $elmerlocation to "House">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 4>> <<set $elmerlocation to "House">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 5>> <<set $elmerlocation to "House">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 6>> <<set $elmerlocation to "House">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 7>> <<set $elmerlocation to "House">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 8>> <<set $elmerlocation to "House">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 9>> <<set $elmerlocation to "House">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 10>> <<set $elmerlocation to "House">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 11>> <<set $elmerlocation to "House">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 12>> <<set $elmerlocation to "Kitchen">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 13>> <<set $elmerlocation to "?">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 14>> <<set $elmerlocation to "?">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 15>> <<set $elmerlocation to "?">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 16>> <<set $elmerlocation to "?">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 17>> <<set $elmerlocation to "?">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 18>> <<set $elmerlocation to "?">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 19>> <<set $elmerlocation to "?">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 20>> <<set $elmerlocation to "Kitchen">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 21>> <<set $elmerlocation to "House">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 22>> <<set $elmerlocation to "House">> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 23>> <<set $elmerlocation to "House">> <</if>> /*=================Wife is Busy 30 Min Timer=================*/ <<if $wifeIsBusy30min && $datenow - $wifeIsBusyTimer >= 1800000>><<set $wifeIsBusyTimer to $datenow>><<else>><<set $wifeIsBusy30min to false>><</if>> <<if $wifeIsBusy3Hours && $datenow - $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer <= 10800000>><<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">><<else>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to false>><<set $sarahPimpedTo to []>><</if>> <<if $wifeIsBusy3Hours>><<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">><</if>>

<h3>Workplace</h3> [img[setup.ImagePath+'house/workplace.png']] <<set $currentpassagename to state.history[0].variables["current"]>> <<if $wifelocation == $currentpassagename>>Your Wife Is Here<</if>> <<button "<<Living Room" "House">>\ <<set $varA += 10, $varB += 10>>\ <</button>>

Living Room <<set $randEventsSarah to 2>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'house/livingroom.png']] Peter tucked into his evening meal, humming a tune as Sarah bustled around the kitchen. Another long day helping with the festival, dear? he asked. You have no idea Sarah sighed, sliding into the seat in front of him. [img[setup.ImagePath+'firstStory/talk1.png']] The organizers are so disorganized. If I didn't step in, the whole thing would be a disaster. Peter smiled, pride swelling in his chest. His wife, always so capable and willing to help. I'm sure the festival will be a great success now that you're involved. Well, I do try my best. Sarah gave him a coy smile. Someone has to make sure everything runs smoothly. Peter reached across the table and squeezed her hand. I'm lucky to have such a devoted wife. Sarah stared into his trusting eyes and smiled. As I am lucky to have you, my dear, sweet, Peter. Peter squeezed her hand again, love and contentment etched into the lines on his face as he [[House<-continued with his day.]]

Living Room <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 15, 0, 100) >> [img[setup.ImagePath+'house/livingroom.png']] Sarah returned home, her clothes slightly rumpled and stained. Peter didn't notice the subtle changes in her appearance, too happy to have her back home. [img[setup.ImagePath+'firstStory/dress1.png']] How was the market square today, found some good vegetables? he asked, enveloping her in a warm hug. Productive she purred, sliding her hands up his chest. She stood on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear Some of the merchants had some really tasty vegetables! A shiver ran down Peter's spine at her sultry tone. He attributed her flirtatiousness to their intimacy in their relationship. I missed you today Peter said earnestly. The hours seemed to drag on forever. I missed you too, my love." Sarah kissed the side of his neck, hiding her smile. [[House<-continued with your day.]]

Living Room <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 20, 0, 100) >><<if ($startFame != "Prostitute" && $startFame != "Nobility's Mistress")>><<goto "House">><</if>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'house/livingroom.png']] Peter nuzzled into the crook of Sarah's neck, inhaling her familiar scent. But there was something else underneath it, something musky and masculine that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He pulled back to study her, noticing for the first time the state of her clothing. Her blouse was wrinkled and stained in places, and her skirt looked disheveled, as if it had been hastily put back on. [img[setup.ImagePath+'firstStory/dress2.png']] Is everything alright? he asked with a frown. You look a bit...messy. Sarah's smile didn't waver. Oh, you know how busy these festivals can get. I must have gotten caught in the rain and not noticed. She laughed airily, waving away his concern. Peter's frown deepened as he glanced down, spotting a white, sticky stain on the inside of her thigh, barely concealed by her stockings. His stomach lurched as the implication behind it hit him, but he pushed the thought away just as quickly. Sarah would never betray him like that. There had to be another explanation. He forced a smile and kissed her forehead. Let's get you out of those clothes then. I'll run you a warm bath so you can relax. You're too good to me Sarah purred, inwardly laughing at how gullible her husband was. She sauntered toward the bathroom, hips swaying, leaving Peter none the wiser about her indiscretions.<<if $wifePOV == 1>> His naivety would be his downfall, she thought smugly. He didn't deserve to know the truth.<</if>> [[House<-continued with your day.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/jim/jim.png']]<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 20, 0, 100) >><<if ($startFame != "Prostitute" && $startFame != "Nobility's Mistress")>><<goto "House">><</if>> The next day, Peter was tending to his garden when his neighbor, Jim, leaned over the fence. Busy week for the missus, eh? She's been coming and going an awful lot recently He gave Peter a knowing wink. Peter frowned, hackles rising at the implication in Jim's tone. Sarah has been helping organize the summer festival. She'll be busy for a while yet. Jim scoffed. Is that what she's calling it these days? Peter's hands curled into fists, rage bubbling up inside him, but he tamped it down. Jim was just jealous - he'd always fancied Sarah. I'd appreciate if you didn't spread such vile rumors about my wife he said stiffly. Jim held up his hands in mock surrender. Whatever you say, mate. With a mocking grin, he retreated into his own yard, leaving Peter seething. How dare Jim speak about Sarah that way. His wife was faithful and hardworking, not some - some of the town harlots. Peter took a few deep breaths to calm himself before turning back to his gardening, pushing Jim's venomous words from his mind. Later, when Sarah returned home, Peter enveloped her in a warm hug, burying his face in her hair. I love you so much he whispered fervently. Don't listen to what others say about you. You're perfect as you are. Sarah stroked his hair soothingly<<if $wifePOV == 1>>, inwardly cackling at how masterfully she had him wrapped around her little finger.<</if>> I love you too, Peter she never lied. You're the only one for me. [[House<-Peter sighed contentedly]]<<if $wifePOV == 1>>, reassured in the knowledge of his wife's devotion and fidelity. Little did he know how sorely misplaced that reassurance was.<</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'firstStory/wine.png']] <<set $timesSexWithPeter++>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to "Peter">><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -100, 0, 100) >><<if ($startFame != "Prostitute" && $startFame != "Nobility's Mistress")>><<goto "House">><</if>> That evening after Sarah came from the usual shopping in the market, desire flickered between them as they shared a bottle of wine over dinner. [img[setup.ImagePath+'firstStory/dress3.png']] Peter's gaze kept straying to Sarah's plunging neckline, captivated by the sight of her breasts, he could not wait anymore, he needed to taste Sarah for the first time, he needed to consummate the marriage. When they finally stumbled to bed, Peter wasted no time in divesting Sarah of her clothes. You're so beautiful he breathed, running his hands over her body reverently. Sarah made a noncommittal noise, impatient for him to get on with it. You are so wet already said peter at the sight of her vagina leaking with some white fluid. [img[setup.ImagePath+'firstStory/vag1.png']] As Peter positioned himself between her legs, she noticed something she have never seen, that he was already fully erect, and a tiny cock stood proudly at attention, as if eager to disappoint her. [img[setup.ImagePath+'firstStory/bigD.png']] With a few clumsy thrusts, Peter finished, rolling off her with a blissful sigh. That was amazing, sweetheart, just as i dreamed it would be I love you so much Peter mumbled, [[House<-already half-asleep.]] <<run $datenow.setUTCMinutes($datenow.getUTCMinutes() + 1200)>><<set $wifeVaginal += 1>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to "Peter">> I love you too Sarah said. Seemingly discontent.

Hello Patreon! Thank you for supporting this game! If weren't for you I wouldn't be investing so much time one this game! Be careful though, It contain SPOILERS about the wife, how she acts, and what she does, the protagonist of this story doesn't know what is going on and even if it is something going on on the first place, as the story goes things will be revealing and a little bit of mistery might be a good thing right? <<if $wifePOV == 0 || $wifePOV == null>><<button "Turn on wife Thoughts">>\ <<set $wifePOV to 1>>\ <<goto "Patreon's Menu">>\ <</button>> <<else>><<button "Turn off wife Thoughts">>\ <<set $wifePOV to 0>>\ <<goto "Patreon's Menu">>\ <</button>><</if>> <<if $wifeStats == 0 || $wifeStats == null>><<button "Turn on wife Statistics">>\ <<set $wifeStats to 1>>\ <<goto "Patreon's Menu">>\ <</button>> <<else>><<button "Turn off wife Statistics">>\ <<set $wifeStats to 0>>\ <<goto "Patreon's Menu">>\ <</button>><</if>> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <</button>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'firstStory/lads1.png']]<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >><<if ($startFame != "Prostitute" && $startFame != "Nobility's Mistress")>><<goto "House">><</if>> Peter that evening went to lunch at his friend's house, Peter chatted amiably with his lads. Sarah's been so busy helping organize all the festivals. I'm really proud of how hard she's working. His friend John shifted uncomfortably. About that, Peter... What is it? Peter asked. Well, the rumor is that Sarah isn't really working on the festival John said delicately. People have been saying some not so nice things about what she's actually been up to, and you know, It is so rare to see a female walking alone, people might misteken her for one of the harlots. Peter frowned. That's ridiculous. Sarah would never do anything to hurt me or our marriage. Even as he said it, he felt a flicker of doubt - but he pushed it away. His wife would never betray him like that. For sure it was Tim spreading rumors, that jealous bastard. [img[setup.ImagePath+'firstStory/lads2.png']] I just thought you should know John said. In case there's any truth to the rumors. There aren't Peter said firmly. Now, let's talk about something else. John dropped the subject, but Peter spent the rest of the day with an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He told himself it was nothing - just idle gossip and rumors. His Sarah would never lie to him or hide things from him. Would she? Peter shook off the thought. He had complete faith in his wife and their marriage. Anything else was unthinkable. Still, he couldn't deny the seed of doubt that had been planted. As much as he wanted to ignore it, the feeling that something wasn't quite right [[House<-lingered in the back of his mind.]]

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 30, 0, 100) >><<if ($startFame != "Prostitute" && $startFame != "Nobility's Mistress")>><<goto "House">><</if>>That evening Peter tried a little too much of the wine it was on his deposit. The taste was so good that he couldn't help but drink the whole thing, as he just finished the bottle, something was not right, Peter froze in the kitchen, his heart pounding. Moans and grunts were coming from the living room. He crept toward the entrance, a chill running down his spine. What was going on? Peeking around the corner, he gasped. Crumpled clothes were strewn across the floor, two wine glasses tipped over on the coffee table, the red liquid pooling on the wood. But the room was empty. He shook his head, rubbing his eyes. His imagination must be playing tricks on him. Then another moan echoed, deeper and more guttural. The couch cushions shifted. Peter's mouth went dry. He glanced at the couch and for a brief moment, in the shadows, he could've sworn he saw a flash of skin, a tangle of limbs. He blinked and it was gone. Get a grip, he told himself. You're seeing things. But his heart thudded as he stepped into the room, alert for any signs of movement. The air felt charged, as if remnants of passion and desire still lingered. As he moved toward the couch to tidy up the mess, he froze in his tracks. [img[setup.ImagePath+'firstStory/panty.png']] Sarah's lace panties lay on the floor, tossed carelessly aside. Peter stared at them, his mind racing. But that was impossible. He and Sarah certainly hadn't done anything like that in the living room. Had they? He wracked his brain but couldn't remember anything of the sort. With trembling fingers, he picked up the panties and tucked them into the bathroom basket so she could wash it later. He had to be losing his mind. That was the only explanation. Shaking off his unease, he quickly [[House<-tidied up the room.]] But even after he flipped off the lights and headed to bed, the sounds and images lingered in his mind, and he couldn't escape the feeling that there was something very wrong.

[img[setup.ImagePath+'city/thewoods.png']] <<set $datenow.setUTCHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 1)>> <<button "To the streets" "Streets">>\ <<set $varA += 10, $varB += 10>>\ <</button>><<if $pCHP > 0>> <<button "Deep in the forest(experimental)" "ForestRPG">>\ <<set $newMap to true>>\ <</button>><<else>> Peter is too hurt to go deeper in the forest<</if>>

<<set $firststoryat to 12>> <<goto "House">>

<h3>The Market</h3> [img[setup.ImagePath+'city/market.png']] <<if $firststoryat == 10 && $lr != 3 && $stringTimeNow > 7 && $stringTimeNow < 20>><<goto 11>><</if>> <<if $lr >= 8 && $loki == 0 && $stringTimeNow >= 6 && $stringTimeNow < 20>><<set $loki to 1>><<goto LokiStory1>><</if>> <<if $loki == 1>>[[LokiStory2<-Ask around about Loki]] <</if>> /*[[Wolf Clothing|Wolf Clothing]] */ /*[[Ladies Custom Clothing|Ladies Custom Clothing]] */ [[Buy Items|Buy]] [[Sell Items|Sell]] <<button "To the streets" "Streets">>\ <<set $varA += 10, $varB += 10>>\ <</button>>

<<goto "The Streets">>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'city/mensfield.png']] Mensfield A capital city where misogeny, slavery, crime and corruption thrive. Almost all the inhabitants were born by the female breeders of the kingdom. [[Streets<-Continue to the streets]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/thinking.png']]<<set $datenow.setUTCHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 1)>> The shadows lengthened across the floor as Peter slumped into his chair, clutching his head in his hands. His knuckles turned white against his scalp, fingers digging into his flesh as if he could squeeze out an answer. Another day, another handful of coins slipping through his fingers. He didn't know how much longer he could endure, scrambling to make payments only to fall further behind. His debt was a living thing, growing day by day, gnawing away at his hope and sanity. If he didn't find a solution soon, Lord Robert would seize his land, his home and likely throw him into the dungeons, and if that happens to him, what would happen to Sarah? He shuddered at the thought. He couldn't give up. There had to be a [[House<-way out of this mess.]] <<set $lr to 1>>

<h3>Uptown Streets</h3><<set $datenow.setUTCHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 1)>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'city/uptown.png']] The uptown streets, where the nobles and rich people lives. The home of the owner of the house you are living in, that also happens to be your father-in-law, Lord Robert. One of the most influent characters in the city, if not, the most. <<if $lr == 1 && $LRnot == 0>>[[LRfirstPresentation<- Visit and talk with Lord Robert about the Inn]] <</if>><<if $lr == 3>>Peter knew Sarah were somewhere deep in Lord Robert's mansion, he could just imagine the depravity that he would be doing to his wife, and with his concent on top of that. His arousal were indescribable. He could feel his penis erectile and he felt shame for that. <</if>> <<button "To the streets" "Streets">>\ <<set $varA += 10, $varB += 10>>\ <</button>> /*<<click "PopUp">> <<run showPopUp()>> <</click>> <<click "PopUpButton">> <<run showPopUpButton("Uptown Streets")>> <</click>>*/

<<goto "House">>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/lordrobertsfrontdoor.png']]<<set $datenow.setUTCHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 1)>> Peter stood before the immense oak doors of the great hall, dread pooling in his gut. He had requested an audience with Lord Robert to propose opening an inn, but now questioned whether it had been a mistake. The doors groaned open. Peter strode inside. [img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/lordrobertlivingroom.png']] Glancing around at the ostentatious decor that dripped with wealth, a bitter reminder of the power [[LRfirstPresentation.2<-imbalance between them.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/lordrobert.png']] Lord Robert lounged upon his throne, lazily swirling a goblet of wine. Well, well. My favorite debtor has come crawling back. His lips curled into a mocking sneer. What is it you want now? More time? More coin? Peter swallowed hard, forcing himself to meet the lord’s cold, calculating gaze. I have come to propose a business venture, my lord He took a deep breath. I wish to open an inn, with your permission. It will generate income to pay the debts I owe. An inn? Lord Robert barked a laugh. You? Run an inn? He leaned forward, eyes glinting. I think not. A weird silence occupies the room as Peter's hope gets destroyed by three words. Unless... [[LRfirstPresentation.3<- Unless what?]] Peter's hope comes back as fast as it went away just seconds ago.

[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/peteronroberthouse.png']] A slow, wicked smile spread across the wicked old man. There is a condition that I would accept. Lord Robert continued as vile words came out of his mouth My sweet daughter, your wife. Sarah. I will give you permission to open this inn of yours...if you willingly give me your wife to warm my bed. Shock and revulsion rose in a bitter tide. The lord wanted to bed Sarah, his own daughter! Peter stared at Lord Robert, stunned into silence, his mind reeling from the depravity of what was asked. Lord Robert shrugged, swirling his wine again. And now that you came to me so eager about making money, If you don't comply with what I am asking of you, I think I might request that you repay your debt, let's see... By tomorrow! Peter gritted his teeth. There is no way Peter could repay all the debt by tomorrow and he knew about it, the idea of talking with this depraved man was indeed a mistake. The choice is yours. An inn and a chance to repay the debt...or the dungeons. You have untill tomorrow to decide. He waved a dismissive hand. Now, begone from my sight. Peter turned on his heel and [[LRBackhouse<-strode from the hall]], bile burning the back of his throat. Lord Robert had him trapped, and they both knew it.

Uptown Streets [img[setup.ImagePath+'city/uptown.png']]<<set $datenow.setUTCHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 1)>> There is nothing Peter could think about other than what just happened. He trudged through the uptown streets, barely noticing the bustle of activity around him. His mind was awash in turmoil, grappling with the impossible choice laid before him. How could he do such a thing to Sarah? Subject her to Robert's lecherous appetites, force her into an incestuous affair for his own gain? The very thought filled him with anguish and guilt. <<button "To the streets" "LRBackhouse2">>\ <<set $varA += 10, $varB += 10>>\ <</button>>

The Streets [img[setup.ImagePath+'city/streets.png']]<<set $datenow.setUTCHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 1)>> As he walked through the streets he autamatically went to his house direction as if he was in a sort of trance. He couldn't belive what was happening. Yet what other choice did he have? If he refused, he would be cast into the dungeons, his life over in all but name and gods knows what would happen to Sarah. He had to find some way out of this maze, but every path led only to darkness. He gazed unseeing at the rolling fields of his small house, he remembered when he bought Sarah from Robert, all his inherited familiy money and his nobility traded for the love of his life. Now it might all slip through his fingers, the future he had dreamed of he and Sarah, in ruins. He couldn't lose it. But at what cost? <<button "<<Return to your house" "LRBackhouse3">>\ <<set $varA += 10, $varB += 10>>\ <</button>>

Living Room [img[setup.ImagePath+'house/livingroom.png']] As he went inside his house, the only place he wanted to be is in his bed. He couldn't take more of this day. <<button "Bedroom" "LRBackhouse4">>\ <<set $varA += 10, $varB += 10>>\ <</button>>

Bedroom [img[setup.ImagePath+'house/bedroom.png']] As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with shades of crimson, Peter leaned against his bed. Exhaustion and indecision had carved deep lines on his brow. In that moment, a piercing clarity rose in his mind. He knew, with grim finality, what he must do. It was a choice that would haunt him for the rest of his days, but he could see no other way. Lord Robert had won. Peter closed his eyes, sorrow threatening to overwhelm him. <<button "Just Sleep" "LRpasstimePassage">> <</button>>

<<if $stringTimeNow >= 12>><<run $datenow.setDate($datenow.getDate() + 1)>><<run $datenow.setHours(12)>><<else>><<run $datenow.setHours(12)>><</if>> <<goto LRwifetalk1>>

Bedroom [img[setup.ImagePath+'house/bedroom.png']] When he opened his eyes, his gaze was hard and resolute. He had made his decision. Now he simply had to live with the consequences. [[LRwifetalk2<- Search for Sarah]] <<set $wifelocation = "Kitchen">>

Kitchen [img[setup.ImagePath+'house/kitchen.png']] Peter found Sarah in the kitchen, humming softly as she chopped vegetables for their evening stew. His heart clenched at the sight of her, a surge of love and protectiveness mingling with the guilt twisting in his gut. [img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/sarahcooking.png']] He cleared his throat. Sarah, I must speak with you. She glanced up, her smile fading at the grim expression on his face. What is it? It's about Lord Robert's offer. He paused, searching for the right words. How could he possibly tell her what he had agreed to? He will grant us permission to open the inn, but there is a condition. What condition?" Sarah asked warily Peter looked away, shame flooding him. He demands to lie with you tonight, as payment for his permission. There was a sharp intake of breath. [[LRwifetalk3<-Then, silence.]] <<set $wifelocation = "Kitchen">>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/discussing.png']] He forced himself to meet her eyes, which had gone wide with shock and hurt. I'm so sorry, Sarah. I didn't know what else to do. If we don't open the inn, we'll have nothing. We'll lose the house and be cast out with nothing to our name. "You agreed to this?" Her voice was faint, disbelief and betrayal etched into every word. I had no choice! he cried. He holds all the power here. If I refused, he would destroy us. And so you would throw me to the wolves instead? You knew I always hated him and always kept my distance from him! Sarah shook her head, eyes glistening. How could you do this, Peter? How could you sell me off like a whore to my own father? To that disgusting monster that you call a lord. I'm trying to save us both he said weakly. This is the only way. The only way? Or the easy way? She laughed bitterly. You coward. I can't believe I ever loved a spineless, pathetic man like you. Her cruel words struck him like blows, the truth in them undeniable. He had betrayed her trust, sacrificed her dignity to secure his own comfort. What kind of man was he? As Sarah turned and fled from the room [[LRwifetalk4<-sorrow engulfed him.]] <<set $wifelocation = "Kitchen">>

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 20, 0, 100) >>...Yet underneath the self-loathing and regret, another feeling stirred seemingly from nowhere... ...The slow burn of arousal at the thought of Lord Robert possessing that beautiful woman... Peter squeezed his eyes shut, appalled at himself. What was happening to him? He tried to push the unwelcome thought away, but it remained, a dark and shameful hunger he could not escape. Lord Robert had won in more ways than one. The sinister lord had not just claimed Sarah's body - he had poisoned Peter's mind. And now, there seemed no escape from the depravity into [[LRwifetalk5<-which he had descended.]] <<set $wifelocation = "Kitchen">>

Living Room [img[setup.ImagePath+'house/livingroom.png']]<<run $datenow.setUTCMinutes($datenow.getUTCMinutes() + 120)>><<set $wifelocation = "Living Room">><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 30, 0, 100) >> Some time later, Peter sat across from Sarah at their small wooden table. An uneasy silence hung between them, the events of the previous discussion still raw and painful. Finally Sarah spoke, her voice dull. You said this is the only way. That we have no other choice. Peter swallowed hard, avoiding her gaze. I know it's difficult to accept, but - It's more than difficult she snapped. It's unthinkable. How can you ask this of me? Her eyes flashed with anger and betrayal. How can you want this? Heat rose in Peter's face as unwanted desire stirred again. He clenched his fists under the table, hating himself. I don't want this he said hoarsely. You must believe me. Must I? Sarah shook her head. I see the way you look at me now. I see the bulge on your pants. I see the lust in your eyes. She leaned forward, her tone icy. Admit it, Peter. Part of you wants Lord Robert to have me. Part of you wants to hear all about how he took your wife, in the filthiest, most degrading ways possible. Peter recoiled as if struck. No, he choked out. No, that's monstrous. Is it? Sarah's gaze pierced him. Look me in the eye and tell me you don't ache to hear those vile details. Look at me and tell me some part of you won't be imagining it when he's fucking me tonight. He couldn't meet her eyes. Couldn't form the words to deny her accusation. Sarah gave a bitter laugh. That's what I thought. She pushed back from the table and stood. Well, you'll get your wish, won't you? Enjoy it, you pathetic excuse for a man. I hope it's everything you've dreamed of. With that, she turned and left the room. Peter dropped his head into his hands, awash in self-loathing. She was right - he had betrayed her in the most unforgivable way. He was no better than the depraved lusts that now tormented him. Lord Robert had destroyed them both, just as Peter had known he would. But the true villain in this tale was not the corrupt lord: it was Peter himself. He was the one who had failed Sarah, and there was no depth of degradation to which [[LRwifetalk6<-he would not sink.]]

<<run $datenow.setUTCMinutes($datenow.getUTCMinutes() + 240)>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 50, 0, 100) >>Peter sat in the dark, listening to Sarah's movements in the other room. The soft rustle of fabric as she undressed, the splash of water in the basin as she bathed, the creak of the bed as she sat before the mirror to brush her hair. Each small sound was a knife twisted in his gut, sharpened by the unwelcome arousal that persisted despite his anguish. He loathed himself for the depraved hunger growing inside him, and yet he could not stop [[LRwifetalk7<-picturing what was to come.]] <<set $lr to 3>><<set $eventDay to $stringDayNow>>

Living Room [img[setup.ImagePath+'house/livingroom.png']]<<run $datenow.setUTCMinutes($datenow.getUTCMinutes() + 140)>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 50, 0, 100) >> When Sarah emerged, dressed only in a thin chemise, he averted his eyes. It's time she said softly. He nodded, throat too tight to speak. As Sarah walked past him toward the door, he caught a whisper of her scent and heat pooled in his groin. She paused on the threshold, glancing over her shoulder. Will you not even look at me before I go to him? Her voice trembled. Isn't it that what you wanted? The hurt in her tone shredded his heart. Summoning his courage, he turned to face her. [img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/chemisesarah.png']] She was hauntingly beautiful, silhouetted in the doorway. The pale chemise clung to her curves, translucent enough to reveal the dark peaks of her nipples and the shadow between her thighs. Arousal and anguish warred within him as his gaze traced her body. He opened his mouth but no words came out. How could he tell her the truth: that he had never desired her more. Cat got your tongue? she said bitterly. Or are you too busy imagining what he'll do to me? Sarah, please... Was there any explanation that could undo the damage he had wrought? Go on she hissed. Take a good long look, since this is the last you'll have of me untouched. She lifted the hem of her chemise, baring herself to him. Drink your fill. The sight of her bare flesh shattered his restraint. A groan tore from his throat. She marched forward outside in the dark and entered an already waiting cart. His heart pierced, he [[House<-poisoned with a vile arousal.]] <<set $wifeOral += 12>><<set $wifeVaginal += 15>><<set $wifeAnal += 22>> <<set $wifeLastOral to "Lord Robert's Guards">><<set $wifeLastVaginal to "Lord Robert">><<set $wifeLastAnal to "Lord Robert's Guards">>

Living Room <<set $wifeLastOral to "Lord Robert's Guards">><<set $wifeLastVaginal to "Lord Robert's Guards">><<set $wifeLastAnal to "Lord Robert's Guards">><<set $wifeOral to ($wifeOral + 14)>><<set $wifeVaginal to ($wifeVaginal + 18)>><<set $wifeAnal to ($wifeAnal + 32)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied to ($wifeTimesCreampied +77)>><<set $wifePerversion to ($wifePerversion + 20)>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >> [img[setup.ImagePath+'house/livingroom.png']] Peter paced the floor of their chamber, anxiety gnawing at his gut. What had transpired between Sarah and her father? His imagination supplied lurid details that left him torn between arousal and revulsion. Lord Robert sauntered up to Peter's house, a knock rattled the door, with a smug grin, tossing Sarah's limp and cum-covered body at Peter's feet. Had a lovely night with my daughter... My guards migh have too. Hope you don't mind we took some liberties with our agreement. Peter stared at Sarah's naked, bruised form, rage and arousal warring within him. She reeked of sex, coated in drying and fresh semen. Leaking sperm from her holes. [img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/bukkakedsarah.png']] He swallowed hard. You betrayed our contract. Come now, don't be angry. She enjoyed every minute of it...isn't that right, sweet Sarah? Sarah moaned weakly in response. Peter bit back a groan. He couldn't deny his cock had stirred at the sight of her so thoroughly used. After Lord Robert left, Peter gathered Sarah in his arms, her fluids soaking into his clothes. He carried her to their bed, tucking her in as she passed out. He stared at the stained sheets, disgust and [[LRpeterbathroom<-lust twisting his gut.]]

Bathroom<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -50, 0, 100) >> [img[setup.ImagePath+'house/bathroom.png']] In the bath, he gripped his erection, panting as he imagined Sarah spread open, writhing under Lord Robert and his men, all of her holes filled and leaking cum. [img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/peterbathroom.png']] Shame flooded him as his release spurted into the water, he took himself in hand, climaxing with a choked cry as he recalled the scent and sight of Sarah, soiled from her father's lust. With the water running through his body, he scrubbed himself raw, but still felt unclean. How could he want this? How could he not? He didn't know which was worse. All he knew was that he wanted to experience something like that again. [[House<-Continue with your day]] <<run $datenow.setUTCMinutes($datenow.getUTCMinutes() + 240)>> <<set $lr to 4>>

<<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <</button>> Changelog v0.4.2 -Added about 10.000 characters of content -Added prostituition & pimping framework (might have minor bugs, hopefully not xD) -Added pimping Sarah to NPCs -Added spying on bedroom -Added videos of Sarah cucking -Fixed the "red line errors" on some events -Fixed sleeping on living room teleporting to bedroom v0.4.1 -Added about 15.000 characters of content -Added Elmer as a "physical" NPC and its daily routine -Added option to stinky Peter bathe on the bathroom >,< -Re added the first suspicious events from the first versions, now it behaves more like random events at the beggining of the game instead of a main story (variates on beggining choices). -Added + Lore entries -Fixed after "The Debt" sending to a not found page -Fixed skipping all sex acts and buildup with wife after entering this cursed passage named "Kitchen" v0.4 -Added about 20.000 characters of content -Added "height: auto;" to the Tavern CSS it should fix img stretching problems on some pcs/browsers. -Added / Edited framework for NPCs (similar to the prison ones) -Added a new NPC Elmer, only on M2F route for now -Added Store with new clothings for Sarah (Not usable yet, fixing framework) -Added Lore entries -Sarah will engage in prostituition after m2f is imprisoned -Fixed Clean1 not returning properly... For good this time >.< (Added tag 'noreturn') -Changed Game Intro Options -Removed the old intro -Re arranged some scenes from the old intro into the current game story -Added option to skip different parts of the game -Added option to change some variables at the beggining, so people won't need to start a new game every time the game updates v0.3.9 -Added about 20.000 characters of content -Added more corruption scenes to m2f Peter -M2f Peter can now be released from prison if fame > 150 -Fixed ClumsySarah Event loop >,> -Fixed some issues that others had reported as dead ends, hopefully doesn't have anymore v0.3.8 -Added about 11.000 characters of content -Added some random events with variants depending on startgame choices -Fixed Slickbakk loop of death bug v0.3.7 -Added about 11.000 characters of content -"Clean wife" dead end fixed .-. -Fixed some pronouns on some passages v0.3.6 -Added about 16.000 characters of content -"Clean wife" now properly cleans XD -Added events that will lead to a new storyline on v0.4 -Fixed (might have, not sure) bug where doesn`t show game images on some PCs v0.3.5 -Added about 20.000 characters of content -Added the option and scenes to "clean" Sarah after encounters -Continued m2f Prison Route -Fixed Ethelred and Rudolf's passages v0.3.4 -Added about 12.000 characters of content -Added a prison gloryhole on m2f storyline -Fixed Peter & Sarah sex scenes and storyline -Fixed not adding sex counters to Sarah on "Sweet pain" quests -Fixed Peter and Sarah "m2f is not defined" error -Fixed colors of important npcs dynamic chat v0.3.3 -Added about 17.000 characters of content -Continued sex scenes between Peter and Sarah if she can cuck & Peter locked -Added Sarah's ass and vaginal internal view when ask to see ass v0.3.2 -Added about 22.000 characters of content -Added ass internal view of of M2F Peter on "Sex Stats"(dick version) -Added ass condition of M2F Peter on "Sex Stats" (dick version) -Introduced the prison director "Richard" to the story v0.3.1 -Added about 10.000 characters of content -Added "wear and tear" framework -Added ass and vag internal view of of M2F Peter on "Sex Stats" -Added ass an vag condition of M2F Peter on "Sex Stats" -Added a "UnstuckMe" button to jail after being jailed -Added sleep button on prison -Fixed bugs entering the kitchen v0.3 -Added about 60.000 characters of content -Added new scenario for M2F with new mechanics: Prison -Added M2F Peter sex stats -Added timed passages -Added multiple layers of cum on M2F Peter avatar -Added probably a bunch of other things that I forgot now -Short Videos :) (Loops) -Changed rightmenu buttons design -Fixed some dead ends -Fixed getting day of the week instead of the month v0.2.9 -Added about 36.000 characters of content -Fixed some intro choices not displaying -Fixed repayment event popping all the time bug -Added Lord Robert repayment events (first 2 months) v0.2.8 -Added about 22.000 characters of content -Added 2 more ntr spy sex scenes on tavern -Changed button styles -Added framework for L.R monthly repayment v0.2.7 -Added about 13.000 characters of content -Branched the intro into some early choices -Changed some dialogues and paragraphs along the game based on these choices -Displays her naked avatar now on tavern bedroom actions -Fixed displayed fame not displaying properly v0.2.6 -Added about 50.000 characters of content -Changed Intro of the story -Fixed the clock box thing being cloned -Fixed "Peter" name being replaced by "Petra" in some places where it shouldn't v0.2.5 -Added about 30.000 characters of content -Added 3 voyeur scenes on the tavern(gangbang) -Added(and changed the clock) to a clock on top of the window -Changed a bit the cycles of day/night -Fixed some problems with playing videos automatically on some browsers(hopefully) v0.2.4 -Added about 32.000 characters of content -You can now spy sex between wife and client on the tavern if you have the key -Added cum layers to sleeping avatar and when she is sleeping -She will now clear her cum on bathes -You can now ask for her to sleep without bathing when she is covered in cum -Added option to talk with wife about being a female with no interruptions -Fixed "CuckNightundefined" when sleeping on the living room v0.2.3 -Added about 92.000 characters of content -Continued the cuckolding storyline after being locked in chastity -Adjusted the code for upcoming tavern changes -Fixed Peter m2f avatar vagina positioning -Fixed some dead end passages -UnstuckMe button now is below wife stats v0.2.2 -Added about 50.000 characters of content -Added Introduction to Prison storyline -Added base framework to prison -Added vagina after full m2f -Changed a little the naked small height m2f Peter to have medium hair -Added support for different layers of cum on m2f Peter -Fixed the broken link to the continuation of m2f storyline after Sarah introduced m2f Peter -Changed UTCHours to Hours on events. Time should be more stable now. v0.2.1 -Added about 17.000 characters of content -Added a route that avoids LordRobert and its ntr -Added "Skip intro" -Changed the transparent clothing to apron on that route -Fixed Wife being on the tavern after being closed -Sarah now will whore herself(if she is allowed) when Peter is not at tavern and she is -Added diferent outfits to Sarah depending on her wife whore lvl(reputation) v0.2 -Added about 106.000 characters of content -Separated the intro dreams from first questline -Removed the 2 hours requisite(18:00 to 20:00) for the first storyline -Introduced Circe, the witch -Changes on UI -Sleep button changed from fixed 6h to "Until next day" -Reworked clothing and avatar system -Continued the optional M2F storyline -Framework for M2F done -Added chastity cage -Rearranged Sarah's routine -Added Peter and Sarah's status, counters and info -Added "nearby" NPCs at public places -Added fame system and random comments on public places v0.1.2 -Added about 66.000 characters of content -Continued Peter and Sarah sex scenes -Added 2 sex scene on tavern (5/28) -Added 2 Deals (Pacts) at Loki's House -Added on right menu, a quick stats bar -Slightly changed UI v0.1.1 -Added about 54.000 characters of content -Added 3 sex scenes on tavern (3/28) -Introduced Loki, the warlock v0.1 - Slightly changed Intro - Reworked some images - Added about 60.000 characters of content - Added Peter's Tavern - Added 28 Tavern Clients NPCs - Added Different Status of Wife on Tavern - Added the possibility to check her (for creampie) if she lets you v0.09 - Added about 16.000 characters of content - Added a "Quest" menu with better walkthrough - Introduced Amari, Peter's best friend v0.08 - Added about 14.000 characters of content - Added clothing system for Peter - New avatar - Clothing Store(Wolf Clothing) on The Market v0.07 - Added about 15.000 characters of content - Added base interaction with wife - Added functions to ask wife for things that takes time and don't involve Peter, such as cooking (or maybe netorase on the future? xD) - Changes on the time system v0.06 - Added about 15.000 characters of content - Added a buy and sell mechanic (on marketplace) - Introduced some of the story between the couple v0.05 - Added about 16.000 characters of content - Added inventory system - Added a combat system concept - Added right menu - Introduced Aela, Peter's mom v0.04 - Added about 11.000 characters of content - Added a Changelog and WalkThrough Menu - Added a RPG dungeon crawler type of thing as a opening for future RPG content - Introduced Erick, Peter's dad v0.03 - Added about 16.000 character of content - Added some city locations - Added a new storyline and introduced Lord Robert (netorase) - Added some adjustments to the time framework - Bugfix: removed the error message at the end of the current content - Updated the vag1 image thanks v0.02 - Added about 10.000 characters of content - Added day and time system - Added a wife routine based on daytime - Added a Patreon Menu - Added a wife statistics (Patreon) - Added the wife thoughts (Patreon) - Change the base color of some of the dialogues from darkblue to lightgreen so it can be seen better v0.01 Intro - About 10.000 characters of content of intro to the story - Simple Loop as a base for Life Simulation aspect of the game <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <</button>>

<div id="game-container"> ! <button id="myButton">Return to the woods</button> </div> <script> try { // Initialize variables let timeLeft = 600; let timerInterval; var telaMatrix = []; var result = ""; var playerI = 0; var playerJ = 0; var lastplayerPosI = 0; var lastplayerPosJ = 0; // ==================Preenchendo matriz for (var i = 0; i <= 15; i++) { telaMatrix[i] = []; for (var j = 0; j <= 15; j++) { //telaMatrix[i][j] = i * 15 + j + 1; // Populate the matrix with values telaMatrix[i][j] = "░░"; // Populate the matrix with values } } // Generate random row and column indices for walls for (var t = 1; t <= 50; t++) { var randomRowIndex = Math.floor(Math.random() * telaMatrix.length); var randomColIndex = Math.floor(Math.random() * telaMatrix[randomRowIndex].length); if (telaMatrix[randomRowIndex][randomColIndex] == "░░" && (randomRowIndex + randomColIndex != 0)) telaMatrix[randomRowIndex][randomColIndex] = "██"; } // ==================Terminado Preenchimento da Matriz // Access the random element //var randomNumber = telaMatrix[randomRowIndex][randomColIndex]; // Move the player on the matrix if (telaMatrix[playerI][playerJ] == "░░") telaMatrix[playerI][playerJ] = " ✪ "; if (!v.newMap) { // Load the last map telaMatrix = v.lastMap; for (var i = 0; i <= 15; i++) { for (var j = 0; j <= 15; j++) { if (telaMatrix[i][j] == " ✪ ") { playerI = i; playerJ = j } lastplayerPosI = playerI; lastplayerPosJ = playerJ; } } } $(document).keydown(function (event) { // Check which key was pressed if (event.key === 'w' && playerI > 0 && telaMatrix[playerI - 1][playerJ] != "██") { // Move the player up (subtract from playerI) playerI--; } else if (event.key === 's' && playerI < telaMatrix.length - 1 && telaMatrix[playerI + 1][playerJ] != "██") { // Move the player down (add to playerI) playerI++; } else if (event.key === 'a' && playerJ > 0 && telaMatrix[playerI][playerJ - 1] != "██") { // Move the player left (subtract from playerJ) playerJ--; } else if (event.key === 'd' && playerJ < telaMatrix.length - 1 && telaMatrix[playerI][playerJ + 1] != "██") { // Move the player right (add to playerJ) playerJ++; } telaMatrix[lastplayerPosI][lastplayerPosJ] = "     "; if (telaMatrix[playerI][playerJ] == "░░" || telaMatrix[playerI][playerJ] == "     " || telaMatrix[playerI][playerJ] == " ✪ ") { if ((lastplayerPosI != playerI || lastplayerPosJ != playerJ) && telaMatrix[playerI][playerJ] != "     ") { telaMatrix[playerI][playerJ] = " ✪ "; gotoEvent(10); // Go to Event if conditions met } else { telaMatrix[playerI][playerJ] = " ✪ " } lastplayerPosI = playerI; lastplayerPosJ = playerJ; } }); // Function to update the timer function updateTimer() { document.getElementById("game-text").innerHTML = matrixToHTML(telaMatrix); } // Start the timer timerInterval = setInterval(updateTimer, 100); document.getElementById("myButton").addEventListener("click", function () { // Navigate to another passage when the button is clicked clearInterval(timerInterval); v.lastMap = telaMatrix; v.mapToGo = "The woods" document.getElementById("game-text").innerHTML = "" + v.mapToGo; $(document).off("keydown"); goto(v.mapToGo); }); function gotoEvent(chanceOfEvent) { var randomEncounter = Math.floor(Math.random() * chanceOfEvent + 1); if (randomEncounter == 1) { clearInterval(timerInterval); $(document).off("keydown"); v.lastMap = telaMatrix; goto("Forest - " + Math.floor(Math.random() * (1) + 1)); } } function matrixToHTML(matrix) { var html = ""; for (var i = 0; i < matrix.length; i++) { for (var j = 0; j < matrix[i].length; j++) { html += matrix[i][j] + "    "; } html += " "; // Add a line break for each row } return html; } } catch (error) {} </script>

Living Room <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 20, 0, 100) >> [img[setup.ImagePath+'house/livingroom.png']] Peter's ears perked up as he caught the faint murmur of voices drifting in from the living room. Intrigued, he set aside the book he'd been reading and cautiously made his way towards the source of the sounds. …and then he said Sarah's laughter filtered through the air like tinkling bells, enticing Peter to quicken his steps. As he entered the living room, the sight that greeted him momentarily took his breath away. There sat his father, Erick, his tall frame comfortably settled into the plush armchair next to the fireplace. Beside him, almost too close for comfort, was Sarah, her cheeks flushed with amusement as she leaned towards Erick, their heads bent conspiratorially together. Peter felt a strange twinge in his chest but brushed it off as mere surprise. [img[setup.ImagePath+'firstStory/erickandsarah1.png']] He hadn't expected anyone else to be home at this hour, let alone his father. Ah, Peter! Erick exclaimed, seemingly delighted by his son's arrival. Come, join us! We were just talking about that new restaurant downtown. Hey, babe Sarah chimed in, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she beckoned Peter over with a wave of her delicate hand. Hi, Dad. Hey, Sarah Peter responded, trying to sound casual as he walked further into the room, still processing the [[3.1<-unexpected scene before him.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/erick/erick.png']]<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 5, 0, 100) >> He knew his father to be a loving and caring man, ever warm and affectionate, but something about the way they sat together nagged at the back of his mind. Pull up a chair, son Erick invited, patting the empty seat on his other side while maintaining an air of cheerfulness that belied the uneasy atmosphere in the room. Peter did as instructed, taking his place across from Sarah, all the while grappling with the peculiar sensation that something was amiss. It was as if there was a tangible tension in the air, one that he couldn't quite put his finger on. And yet, he couldn't help but dismiss it as a figment of his own anxious mind. Sarah was just telling me about this new dish she tried some days ago Erick continued, smiling broadly at Peter, his eyes crinkling at the corners in an expression of genuine interest. You're a lucky man to have such a charming and adventurous female Thank you Dad, I really am Peter replied, feeling a surge of pride for both his father's approval and Sarah's enthusiasm for life. Anyways son, I have to go now your old man needs to buy some carrots at the market before it is too late He said that already standing up and leaving. Bye dad Peter said as [[House<-he returned to his routine.]] Bye dad Sarah repeated jokingly.

Living Room [img[setup.ImagePath+'house/livingroom.png']]<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 20, 0, 100) >> Once again Peter heared Sarah's laughter filtered through the air, entering the living room, he se across Erick and Sarah, once again, sitting very close to one another. At first it seem they didn't noticed Peter's presence. Peter's gaze drifted around the room, his eyes occasionally flickering back to Sarah and Erick, trying to discern the source of the strange tension he felt. The living room was just as he had left it earlier in the day - the soft orange glow of the setting sun filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows on the wooden floorboards. The scent of lavender from the vase of freshly-cut flowers on the coffee table filled the air. Have you noticed how stunning Sarah looks today? Erick suddenly asked, his voice casual yet laced with something Peter couldn't quite identify. It irked him, but he brushed it off as his own anxiety playing tricks on him. That dress really brings out her eyes. Uh, thanks, Dad Peter replied hesitantly, glancing at Sarah. Her cheeks were flushed, and she wore a radiant smile that seemed to illuminate the room. He couldn't help but agree with his father. She does look beautiful. As Erick continued to subtly steer the conversation towards Sarah, Peter began to fidget in his seat, the uneasiness creeping up his spine. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, trying to ignore the growing sense of discomfort. Is everything alright, Peter? Sarah asked, concern etched on her face. [img[setup.ImagePath+'firstStory/erickandsarah2.png']] Y-yeah, I'm fine Peter stammered, forcing a smile. Just a bit tired, I guess In his mind, however, questions churned like a stormy sea. Was there more to this tension than he realized? Why did he feel so disconcerted by his father's presence? Ah, I can understand that Erick chimed in, his warm tone belying any hidden motives. We all have those days. But having such a charming and hardworking female by your side must make it easier, right? Definitely Peter agreed, his chest swelling with pride as he looked at Sarah. She was his rock, and her unwavering support had carried him through countless difficult times. As the conversation wore on, Peter notices some to the undertones of flirtation exchanged between Erick and Sarah. He focused on their words and their body language, the lingering glances that told a story altogether. The tension in the room remained an enigma to him, one that would continue to gnaw at his thoughts long after this moment had passed. Maybe he was too paranoid. Erick once again [[House<-leaves the house]] after some time to buy some vegetables.

[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeshortdress1.png']]<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 40, 0, 100) >><<if ($startFame != "Prostitute" && $startFame != "Nobility's Mistress")>><<goto "House">><</if>> Peter's eyes softened as he gazed at Sarah, she was wearing a very short dress, intended to be a comfortable house wearing, her delicate features illuminated by the warm glow of the lamp. You know, your beauty is only matched by your kindness he said sincerely. Thank you, Peter she replied with a blush. Sarah, I've never met someone who can juggle so much and still manage to look stunning every day, Peter continued, his admiration for her evident in his words. Standing on the open front door, Erick smirked, observing the young couple. He could see that Peter was completely wrapped up in his love for Sarah. With a sly grin, Erick entered the room and leaned back on the sofa tapping on his side looking at Sarah. Peter got a little tense, his dad was seeing Sarah in such revealing clothes. Stop it, you're making me blush she giggled as she walked at Erick's direction. Hey dad he said as Sarah sat again, very close to Erick for Peter likings Erick's fingertips grazes the curve of her waist. Ah, what a lovely couple you two make Erick chimed in, taking advantage of the moment to casually slide his hand over Sarah's hip. Peter notices her blushing a little, for his discomfort. Thanks, Dad Peter replied. I'm really lucky to have found someone like Sarah The room fell silent for a moment, the tension thickening as Erick's fingers traced small circles on Sarah's hip. Did I ever tell you about the time you guys went to my house and Sarah helped me with the stew recipe I was working on? She stayed up all night, putting in extra hours just to make sure everything was perfect. I mean, who does that? Someone who truly cares Erick replied himself smoothly, his hand still resting on Sarah's hip. You're a lucky man, Peter. Believe me, I know Peter agreed, his voice filled with [[9.1<-love and gratitude.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'firstStory/erickandsarah3.png']]<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 30, 0, 100) >><<if ($startFame != "Prostitute" && $startFame != "Nobility's Mistress")<<goto "House">><</if>> Peter's eyes flicked toward Erick's hand, which had moved from Sarah's hip to her thigh. His heart rate quickened as he struggled to maintain his composure. Desperate to steer the conversation away from this unsettling sight, he racked his brain for a new topic. Hey Dad, did you saw that there were some gray skinned guys aroud town? Peolple are saying that they were half orcs Peter said, attempting to shift focus onto something harmless. Ah, yes, I saw some gray skinned folks, when I was younger I used to see their kind often... ...My younger days, I used to be really fit and agile Erick agreed, but his gaze never left Sarah. You know, it reminds me of how agile and flexible Sarah is. Don't you just love how she moves so gracefully, Peter Peter faltered, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. Erick's words were carefully chosen, laced with innuendo that only hinted at something more. He glanced at Sarah, whose eyes were downcast, her cheeks flushed. Was it embarrassment or arousal? Uh, yeah, she's really flexible Peter mumbled, trying to keep his voice steady. I've always admired her hability to be always fit Indeed Erick said, his voice low and silky. I've always been impressed by her... stamina. It must come in handy during your more... intimate moments Peter felt a knot forming in his stomach. Erick's insinuations were becoming less subtle, and yet he still couldn't quite bring himself to confront his father directly. Instead, he opted for another diversion. Speaking of fitness, I've been thinking about joining a gymnasium. Maybe we could all go together sometime? he suggested, hoping to defuse the tension. Sounds like a wonderful idea, Peter, exercises would help your old man to loose some weight Erick replied, his thumb now tracing slow circles on Sarah's inner thigh. Although, I must say, there are some activities I prefer to enjoy one-on-one He raised an eyebrow, watching Peter closely for any sign of recognition. Peter's mind raced, trying to process his father's words. Was he hinting at something more than just a friendly interest in Sarah? Or was this simply another misguided attempt at bonding with him? Confusion and doubt swirled within him, leaving him feeling off-balance and vulnerable. Sure, Dad Peter said weakly, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes as Erick standed up preparing to leave. One-on-one time is important too Peter gave a forced chuckle, trying to convince himself that the teasing exchanges between his father and Sarah were nothing more than playful banter. You are quite the character father, always joking around he said, hoping it would put an [[House<-end to the discomfort he felt.]] Sarah still sitting, blushing hard.

Peter's heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the haunting image of his wife Sarah, still lingering in his mind. Her beautiful, delicate body defiled by strangers, their cum staining her pale skin. He felt a sickening mix of guilt, jealousy, and arousal churn within him. It was all his fault - if only he'd been more assertive, less submissive, maybe things would have turned out differently. The weight of his failure bore down on him, but deep inside, there was a shameful thrill that left him questioning himself. Enough he muttered under his breath, clenching his fists tightly. I have to make this right With renewed determination. Peter decided it was time to talk to Sarah, to apologize, and to make amends for what had happened. He knew that actions spoke louder than words, but he had to start somewhere. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself before approaching the room where Sarah had retreated to after the dreadful ordeal. Each step towards the door felt heavier, like invisible chains were trying to hold him back, but Peter forced himself to continue. [img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/door.png']] Sarah? he called out softly, knocking gently on the door. Can I come in? I... we need to talk Go away, Peter came the muffled reply from behind the door, her voice strained and brittle. Despite her rejection, Peter couldn't abandon his resolve now. Please, Sarah he pleaded, pressing his palm against the wooden door. I know you're angry, and you have every right to be, but I need you to understand... I didn't want any of this to happen. I had no choice Didn't you? she snapped bitterly, but Peter could hear the pain beneath her anger. Sarah, I love you. He paused, swallowing hard, feeling the sting of tears in his eyes. Seeing you like that, it... it broke my heart. But I was powerless. I didn't know what to do. Love? Is this what love looks like? Sarah's words cut through him like a dagger, but Peter couldn't let them deter him. He needed her to see the truth. Sarah, please he choked out, his voice trembling with emotion. I know I've failed you, but I want to make it right. I'll do anything, whatever it takes. Just give me a chance to prove my love for you. For a moment, there was only silence, and Peter held his breath, [[LRAmends1<-waiting for her response.]]

The Market [img[setup.ImagePath+'city/market.png']] <<set $firststoryat += 1>> Peter gazed walked through the Market as he encountered his farther walking in his direction. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/erick/erickonmarket.png']] Hello, son! Since you are here, I think it's about time for us to have a special father and son walk today. I need to talk with a man and I also want you to meet someone. Erick said with determined eyes. [[11.01<-Go with him]] [[The Market<-I dont have time right now dad]]

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> As Peter's eyes scanned some of the naked women on display, they fell upon a figure that resembles Peter's own a little bit. He blinked in disbelief – it was his own mother. Despite her age, she appeared youthful and radiant; her beauty undiminished by time. This served as a reminder that in this society, most of the women were blessed with longevity, but cursed by the majority of males, to spend their lives as submissive sex slaves and breeders. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/aela/aela.png']] Mother? Peter whispered, his voice catching in his throat. Erick nodded solemnly, a hint of sadness in his eyes. Yes, son. I wanted you to see for yourself the harsh reality your mother has been living Peter stared at her, unable to tear his gaze away. She stood confidently on a small platform, she was naked in front of all these man. To his astonishment, she seemed to be in a search for the attention from the crowd, flirting and engaging with potential buyers. Wh-what happened to her Peter stammered, his confusion evident. It seemed as if her position in society had broken her mind, replacing it with a lewd, brazen ego. He never saw someone behave like this. Erick sighed. The years have taken their toll, Peter. The constant submission and objectification can change a person. Your mother has adapted to survive, but at a great cost As they continued to observe her antics, Peter grappled with a whirlwind of emotions – shock, anger, and a deep sense of loss. His mind raced, trying to reconcile the loving, nurturing figure from Sarah with the provocative woman before him. Each lewd gesture and sultry remark how a woman can fall so low. Remember this, Peter Erick said quietly. This is the world we live in – cruel and unforgiving. It's a reminder of why we must work to protect what we have, especially Sarah. As they stood amidst the chaos of the breeding market, Peter found himself more determined than ever to challenge the oppressive structures that had stolen his mother's identity. With a newfound resolve, he [[11.2<-vowed to fight for change]], no matter the cost.

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 20, 0, 100) >>Peter's eyes darted back and forth between the myriad of sights before him, his gaze continually drawn to his mother as she interacted with potential buyers. Despite the uncomfortable feelings he was experiencing, part of him couldn't help but notice how her body seemed to defy the passage of time. He felt a pang of guilt as he realized that he was involuntarily aroused by her presence. Your mother has a way with people Erick remarked. Let's go talk to her Peter said, trying to focus on the task at hand. As they made their way through the throng of bodies, Peter's heart raced with both anticipation and trepidation. A whirlwind of emotions swirled within him – confusion, anger, sadness, and deep inside, even desire. "Mom?" Peter hesitantly called out as they approached her, unsure of how she would react to seeing her son after all these years. She turned her face towards Peter and Erick. Hi?! Erick! Its been a long time! Is that really you?She said looking at Erick. And this, I assume is our Son?? His mother's eyes widened in shock, and for a brief moment, the facade of lewdness slipped away. Mother, it's me Peter replied. I've come to see you! "Just to see me?" Her voice wavered, and Peter could see the internal battle she was facing – whether to embrace one of her sons with a maternal instinct or maintain the persona she had adopted to survive in this cruel world. Please, mother Peter pleaded, can we just talk? Of course, my dear she replied, her voice softening. What do you want to talk about? As they began their conversation, Peter struggled to maintain his composure amidst the cacophony of the market. He tried to focus on his mother's words, but his mind was constantly pulled back to the lascivious images that surrounded them. Listen, Peter his mother said, her voice strained. I know it's your first time in here and I know it's hard for you to see me like this, but I want you to remember that I've been in this place for decades, it is normal for me, and I can't see me doing anything else, besides is my obligation by the kingdom's law. Mother, I don't blame you Peter reassured her. It's just that the only figure of woman I have seen is from Sarah. I believe in you, my son. Maybe I want to meet her, as I have never seen a woman that serves only one man, like you discribe. I only heared about it. [[11.3<-She said with a genuine interest.]]

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >>Peter's heart raced in his chest as he grappled with the conflicting emotions surging through him. The sights, sounds, and smells of the market were overwhelming, and his mother's seemingly natural, provocative position, bending over a table as she spoke with him, only served to amplify his confusion. As they spoke, Peter tried to focus on her words, but found himself constantly distracted by the lascivious display around them. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/aela/aelabend.png']] Mother, how do you cope with all of this Peter asked, his voice barely audible over the din of the market. Aela leaned in, her breath warm against Peter's ear. You learn to ignore it, my dear. You have to The tension between them was palpable, but Erick, ever the stoic presence, stood silently at Peter's side, his expression unreadable. Suddenly, a group of men approached Aela, their lewd grins and hungry gazes making Peter's skin crawl. One of the men grabbed Aela's arm, pulling her towards him as he whispered something into her ear. To Peter's shock, she giggled and began to openly flirt with the men, teasing them with provocative gestures. Hey! Peter shouted, anger flaring up within him. But before he could react further, Erick placed a steadying hand on his shoulder. Peter Erick said calmly Remember where we are. This is how things are here. Don't let it consume you Even as he spoke, Aela continued her teasing, allowing the men to touch her body as they moved closer. Peter clenched his fists, trying to focus on Erick's words and not the disturbing scene unfolding before him. Focus on me, Peter Erick urged, his eyes locked onto Peter's. We came here for a reason. To meet your mother, not to make a scene. Right Peter muttered, swallowing hard as he dragged his gaze away from his mother and the men. He took a deep breath, trying to center himself amidst the chaos. Ask her about the inner workings of this place Erick suggested quietly. See if she knows anything about the owner of this place, I need to talk with the man. Peter nodded, steeling himself before turning back to Aela. As he opened his mouth to speak, he caught sight of his mother being led away by the group of men, her body disappearing into the writhing mass of people behind them. Mother! Peter called out, his voice strained with desperation. But it was no use – she was gone, swallowed up by the darkness. Stay focused, Peter Erick reminded him once more. You can't let your emotions get the better of you As Peter watched the spot where his mother had vanished, he sigh and turned to Erick. Let's find out about the owner on our own [[11.4<-he said, his voice shaken.]]

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 20, 0, 100) >> The air was thick with the scent of sweat and lust, blending seamlessly with the cacophony of moans and grunts that echoed throughout the breeding market. Peter's heart raced as he took in the scene before him; men and women engaged in various acts of depravity, their faces contorted in pleasure. It seemed so jarring to him, but for those around him, it was just another day. Peter, focus Erick whispered, eyeing the spectacle without a hint of surprise or disgust. No need to keep staring. R-right Peter stammered, tearing his gaze away from a woman who writhed beneath a stranger's touch, her eyes glazed over with ecstasy. How could anyone find this normal? Relax. I don't expect you to participate Erick chuckled. Just try not to look so…appalled. It'll draw attention Fine Peter muttered, stealing another glance at the debauchery unfolding around him. He tried to suppress the strange mixture of curiosity and arousal that bubbled beneath the surface. This wasn't right; it couldn't be. But why did it feel so…intriguing? Good Erick nodded, seemingly satisfied with Peter's change in demeanor. Now, let's find the man I am looking for. As they moved deeper into the market, pausing occasionally to observe or ask questions, Peter found himself growing more accustomed to the sights that once shocked him. The raw, animalistic behavior began to blend into the background. Can I help you? a sultry voice interrupted Peter's thoughts. A woman stood before them, her body, breasts and face displayed to Peter and Erick, giving a balance of sultry and innocence. [img[setup.ImagePath+'firstStory/breeder1.png']] Uh, yeah Peter cleared his throat, forcing himself to maintain eye contact. We're just…looking for information Information? she smirked, her fingers trailing lazily down Peter's chest. I might know a thing or two… Tell us about the owner of this breeding market, I need to talk with the man Erick interjected. Ah, asking all the right questions the woman purred, stepping closer to Erick. She didn't seem phased by the ongoing acts around them, treating the sexual encounters as if they were mere conversations between friends. Are you going to tell us? Peter sighed. Maybe she teased, her eyes never leaving Erick's. But first, let me show you something And with that, she led them deeper into the market, the [[11.5<-sounds of pleasure and debauchery]] following them like a haunting melody.

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 30, 0, 100) >> The sultry woman led Peter and Erick through the sea of writhing bodies, each step taking them deeper into the heart of the breeding market. Peter's eyes darted from one explicit scene to another, his cheeks flushing with both embarrassment and arousal. He struggled to focus on their guide's words as she explained the inner workings of the market. Over there she said, pointing to a group of men engaged in an intense negotiation. You'll find buyers and sellers haggling over prices. The value of a breeder depends on her looks, fertility, and...skills She emphasized the last word with a sly grin, leaving no doubt about what she meant. Right Peter muttered, trying to keep his voice steady. He couldn't help but steal glances at the nearby couples, their moans and gasps distracting him from the conversation at hand. Remember what we're here for Erick reminded him, his voice calm and collected. Peter envied his father's composure. Of course Peter agreed, swallowing hard and forcing his gaze back to the woman leading them. But how do we find out who runs this place? She chuckled, a knowing smile forming on her lips. You want to meet the man in charge? She paused, her eyes scanning the area before she gestured towards a large platform in the distance. He's over there, surrounded by his most prized breeders. But be careful, he doesn't take kindly to strangers Thank you Erick replied, nodding in appreciation. Peter echoed his gratitude, struggling to keep his voice steady amidst the chaos around them. As they approached the platform, Peter spotted his mother, Aela, among the women surrounding the man in charge. Her beauty was undeniable, but it was the lustful glint in her eyes that truly captivated those around her. Peter watched, torn between disgust and a confusing sense of arousal, as his mother was being taken shamelessly by the men surrounding her. Her eyes met Peter's for a brief moment and she gave a teasing smile. Go on father Peter said, placing a hand on his dad's shoulder. I will talk with motherPeter said hesitantly, his stomach twisting into knots at the thought of speaking to Aela amidst the debauchery. Is that really a good idea? Erick asked. I need to speak with her before leaving Peter replied. Erick gave a farewell nod and walked towards the platform. As he approached Aela, she spotted him and flashed a seductive smile, her eyes lingering on Peter much longer than he was comfortable with. Her chin dripping with semem. Peter tried to exchanged pleasantries, but their conversation was constantly interrupted by the lewd acts occurring with her. Despite his best efforts, Peter couldn't help but be distracted by the explicit scene, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to maintain his composure. I think its better for us to continue this conversation another day, it seem people are in need of your mother Aela announced suddenly as she sees a group of men comming towards, her voice thick with anticipation. Before Peter could react, the group of eager men dragged her away as if she were a object. On the way back to the market, Peter couldn't shake the conflicting emotions swirling within him: disgust, anger, and a shameful arousal that left him feeling [[The Market<-more lost than ever before.]]

<<if !tags().includes('HideStatsAndInfo')>> Coins: @@#coins;<<= $coins>>@@ <<if $bluerocks > 0>>Blue rocks: @@#bluerocks;<<= $bluerocks>>@@ <</if>> /*requestWife: $requestWife peterWifeSexNumber: $peterWifeSexNumber */ /*=====Timer to display her at a tavern bedroom and prevent bugs related 5 min====*/ <<if $timerSarahSexTavern != $timerSarahSexTavernReset && ($wifelocation == "Tavern (Bedroom)" || $wifelocation == "Tavern")>> <<if $datenow - $timerSarahSexTavern <= 300000>><<set $wifelocation = "Tavern (Bedroom)">><</if>> <<if $datenow - $timerSarahSexTavern >= 300000>><<set $wifelocation = "Tavern">><<set $timerSarahSexTavernReset to $timerSarahSexTavern>><</if>><</if>> /*==============================================*/ <<set _avatar to "Grey Robe">><<for _item, _amount range $peterWearingClotheNow.table>><<capture _item>><<set _avatar to _item>>/*get last item from this inventory*/<</capture>><</for>> <<set $peterClothesNow to _avatar>> <<button "Inventory">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Iventory"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Inventory").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>><<button "Buffs&Debuffs">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Buffs&Debuffs"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Buffs&Debuffs").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>><<button "Guide">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Walkthrough"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Walkthrough").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</button>> <<if $m2f == 0>><<button "Sex Stats">><<script>>Dialog.setup(v.playerName + " Sexual Stats");Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Player Stats").processText());Dialog.open();<</script>><</button>><</if>> <<click "Stats">><<set $toggleStatsRightBarTxt = !$toggleStatsRightBarTxt>><<toggleclass "#hintA" "hidden">><<toggleclass "#hintB" "hidden">><</click>> /*======================WIFE STATS======================*/ <div id="hintA" class="hidden"><<set _randomTavernImage to random(1, 2)>> <h4>Sarah</h4><h5>Fame: <<if $tavernWifeReputation < 200 && $lr > 8>>Sexy Waitress - <</if>><<if $startFame != "">>$startFame - <</if>><<if $tavernWifeReputation >= 200>>Tavern's Harlot - <</if>>Peter's Wife<<if $playerName != "" && $m2f == 0>> - $playerName 's Mother<</if>></h5> <div class="avatar-overlayWife"> <<if $LRnot > 0>><<set _var to "NLR">><<else >><<set _var to "">><</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Bedroom" && $creampieCheck == 0>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/body.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Bedroom" && $creampieCheck == 1 && $wifeCumFilledWith >= 0 && $wifeCumFilledWith < 3>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/body100.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Bedroom" && $creampieCheck == 1 && $wifeCumFilledWith >= 3 && $wifeCumFilledWith < 6>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/body101.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Bedroom" && $creampieCheck == 1 && $wifeCumFilledWith >= 6>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/body111.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Bathroom">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/body.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Tavern" && $creampieCheck == 0>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/tavernclothes'+_var+'.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Tavern" && $creampieCheck == 1>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/tavernclothescum'+_randomTavernImage+_var+'.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Tavern (Bedroom)" && $creampieCheck == 0>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/body.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Tavern (Bedroom)" && $creampieCheck == 1 && $wifeCumFilledWith >= 0 && $wifeCumFilledWith < 3>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/body100.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Tavern (Bedroom)" && $creampieCheck == 1 && $wifeCumFilledWith >= 3 && $wifeCumFilledWith < 6>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/body101.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Tavern (Bedroom)" && $creampieCheck == 1 && $wifeCumFilledWith >= 6>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/body111.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Streets">><<if $tavernWifeReputation < 200>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/clothing1.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Streets">><<if $tavernWifeReputation >= 200 && $tavernWifeReputation < 400>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/clothing2.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Streets">><<if $tavernWifeReputation >= 400>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/clothing3.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Market">><<if $tavernWifeReputation < 200>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/clothing1.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Market">><<if $tavernWifeReputation >= 200 && $tavernWifeReputation < 400>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/clothing2.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Market">><<if $tavernWifeReputation >= 400>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/clothing3.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "House">><<if $tavernWifeReputation < 200>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/clothing1.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "House">><<if $tavernWifeReputation >= 200 && $tavernWifeReputation < 400>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/clothing2.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "House">><<if $tavernWifeReputation >= 400>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/clothing3.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Kitchen">><<if $tavernWifeReputation < 200>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/clothingkitchen.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Kitchen">><<if $tavernWifeReputation >= 200 && $tavernWifeReputation < 400>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/clothingkitchen2.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Kitchen">><<if $tavernWifeReputation >= 400>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/clothingkitchen3.png']]<</if>><</if>> </div> <<set $wifeBodyCount to ($wifeOral + $wifeVaginal + $wifeAnal)>> Location: $wifelocation Perversion: $wifePerversion <<for _i to 0; _i lt ($wifePerversion / 6); _i++>>■<</for>><<for _i to 0; _i lt ((100 - $wifePerversion) / 6); _i++>>□<</for>> <<if $lr > 8>>Tavern Whore Rep.: $tavernWifeReputation <<for _i to 0; _i lt ($tavernWifeReputation / 30); _i++>>■<</for>><<for _i to 0; _i lt ((500 - $tavernWifeReputation) / 30); _i++>>□<</for>> <</if>> Blowjobs: $wifeOral times Sex (Vagina): $wifeVaginal times Sex (Anal): $wifeAnal times Last Blowjob to: $wifeLastOral Last Sex (Vagina) to: $wifeLastVaginal Last Sex (Anal) to: $wifeLastAnal Body Count: $wifeBodyCount times Sex with Peter: $timesSexWithPeter times Total Creampies: $wifeTimesCreampied Is a tavern whore: <<if $tavernWifeReputation > 0>>YES<<else>>NO<</if>> Is a street whore: <<if $isAWhore>>???<<else>>NO<</if>> Can cuck freely: <<if $wifeCanCuck>>YES<<else>>NO<</if>> [[Bedroom<-(Debug)UnstuckMe]] <<if $prisonStory > 2>>[[Cell C22<-(Debug)UnstuckMeToPrison]]<</if>> </div> /*=====================PLAYER STATS======================*/ <div id="hintB" class="shown"> <h4><<if $playerName == "" || $playerName == "Peter">>Peter<<else>>$playerName<</if>></h4><h5>Fame: <<if $playerName == "" || $playerName == "Peter">><<if $lr <= 8 || $lr == null>>Ex Noble<</if>><<if $tavernWifeReputation >= 200 || $isAWhore>>Cuckold - <</if>><<if $lr > 8>>Tavernkeeper<</if>><<else>>/*FEMALE PETER FAME GOOES HERE*/<<if $m2f == 0>>Peter and Sarah's Daughter<<if $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame > 10>> - Francis' Whore<</if>><</if>><</if>></h5> <<if $m2f == 3>>/*====================Muscular 3*/ <div class="avatar-overlay"> <<if $pAROUSAL >= 50 && !$pChastity>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/'+_avatar+'/0-3-0-3-12-0.png']] <<elseif $pAROUSAL < 50 && !$pChastity>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/'+_avatar+'/0-3-0-3-10-0.png']] <<elseif $pChastity>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/'+_avatar+'/0-3-0-3-11-0.png']] <</if>> </div> <</if>> <<if $m2f == 2>>/*====================Muscular 2*/ <div class="avatar-overlay"> <<if $pAROUSAL >= 50 && !$pChastity>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/'+_avatar+'/0-3-0-2-12-0.png']] <<elseif $pAROUSAL < 50 && !$pChastity>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/'+_avatar+'/0-3-0-2-10-0.png']] <<elseif $pChastity>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/'+_avatar+'/0-3-0-2-11-0.png']] <</if>> </div> <</if>> <<if $m2f == 1>>/*====================Muscular 1*/ <div class="avatar-overlay"> <<if $pAROUSAL >= 50 && !$pChastity>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/'+_avatar+'/0-3-0-1-12-0.png']] <<elseif $pAROUSAL < 50 && !$pChastity>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/'+_avatar+'/0-3-0-1-10-0.png']] <<elseif $pChastity>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/'+_avatar+'/0-3-0-1-11-0.png']] <</if>> </div> <</if>> <<if $m2f == 0>>/*====================Femenine*/ <<if $pHeight == 3>><<set $pHeight to 2>><</if>>/*======Femenine Tall*/ <<if $pHeight == 2 || $pHeight == 3>>/*======Femenine Normal*/ <div class="avatar-overlay"> <<if $pAROUSAL >= 50 && !$pChastity>> <<if $pBoobs == 0>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/'+_avatar+'/0-2-0-0-10-0.png']]<</if>> <<if $pBoobs == 1 && _avatar != "Naked">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/'+_avatar+'/0-2-0-0-10-1.png']]<</if>> <<if $pBoobs == 1 && _avatar == "Naked">> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/Naked Cum/'+$pHeight+'-'+$pCumTop+'-'+$pCumMid+'-'+$pCumBot+'.png']] <</if>> <<elseif $pAROUSAL < 50 && !$pChastity>> <<if $pBoobs == 0>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/'+_avatar+'/0-2-0-0-10-0.png']]<</if>> <<if $pBoobs == 1 && _avatar != "Naked">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/'+_avatar+'/0-2-0-0-10-1.png']]<</if>> <<if $pBoobs == 1 && _avatar == "Naked">> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/Naked Cum/'+$pHeight+'-'+$pCumTop+'-'+$pCumMid+'-'+$pCumBot+'.png']] <</if>> <<elseif $pChastity>> <<if $pBoobs == 0>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/'+_avatar+'/0-2-0-0-11-0.png']]<</if>> <<if $pBoobs == 1 && _avatar != "Naked">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/'+_avatar+'/0-2-0-0-11-1.png']]<</if>> <<if $pBoobs == 1 && _avatar == "Naked">> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/Naked Cum/'+$pHeight+'-'+$pCumTop+'-'+$pCumMid+'-'+$pCumBot+'.png']] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $pVagina && _avatar == "Naked">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/Naked Cum/vagina2.png']]<</if>> </div> <</if>> <<if $pHeight == 1>>/*======Femenine Short*/ <div class="avatar-overlay"> <<if $pAROUSAL >= 50 && !$pChastity>> <<if $pBoobs == 0>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/'+_avatar+'/0-1-0-0-10-0.png']]<</if>> <<if $pBoobs == 1 && _avatar != "Naked">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/'+_avatar+'/0-1-0-0-10-1.png']]<</if>> <<if $pBoobs == 1 && _avatar == "Naked">> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/Naked Cum/'+$pHeight+'-'+$pCumTop+'-'+$pCumMid+'-'+$pCumBot+'.png']] <</if>> <<elseif $pAROUSAL < 50 && !$pChastity>> <<if $pBoobs == 0>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/'+_avatar+'/0-1-0-0-10-0.png']]<</if>> <<if $pBoobs == 1 && _avatar != "Naked">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/'+_avatar+'/0-1-0-0-10-1.png']]<</if>> <<if $pBoobs == 1 && _avatar == "Naked">> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/Naked Cum/'+$pHeight+'-'+$pCumTop+'-'+$pCumMid+'-'+$pCumBot+'.png']] <</if>> <<elseif $pChastity>> <<if $pBoobs == 0>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/'+_avatar+'/0-1-0-0-11-0.png']]<</if>> <<if $pBoobs == 1 && _avatar != "Naked">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/'+_avatar+'/0-1-0-0-11-1.png']]<<set $avatarPath to setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/'+_avatar+'/0-1-0-0-11-1.png'>><</if>> <<if $pBoobs == 1 && _avatar == "Naked">> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/Naked Cum/'+$pHeight+'-'+$pCumTop+'-'+$pCumMid+'-'+$pCumBot+'.png']] <</if>> <</if>> <<if $pVagina && _avatar == "Naked">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/H-H-F-M-D-B/0/Naked Cum/vagina.png']]<</if>> </div> <</if>> <</if>> Arousal: <<for _i to 0; _i lt ($pAROUSAL / 6); _i++>>■<</for>><<for _i to 0; _i lt ((100 - $pAROUSAL) / 6); _i++>>□<</for>> <<if $lr > 8>>Tavern Fame: $tavernFame <<for _i to 0; _i lt ($tavernFame / 60); _i++>>■<</for>><<for _i to 0; _i lt ((1000 - $tavernFame) / 60); _i++>>□<</for>> <</if>> <<if $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame > 0>>CumDupsterPrisonerFame: $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame <</if>> </div> /*====================================================*/ /*<<click "(Debug)Toggle chastity Test">><<set $pChastity to !$pChastity>><</click>> <<if $m2f > 0>><<click "(Debug)Set lower masculinity Test">><<set $m2f-->><</click>><</if>> <<if $pBoobs == 0>><<click "(Debug)Set boobs Test">><<set $pBoobs to 1>><</click>><</if>> <<if $pHeight > 1>><<click "(Debug)Set lower height Test">><<set $pHeight-->><</click>><</if>> <<if $pAROUSAL < 100>><<click "(Debug)Set max arousal Test">><<set $pAROUSAL to 100>><</click>><</if>>*/ /*====================================================*/ <<if !$toggleStatsRightBarTxt>><<toggleclass "#hintA" "hidden">><<toggleclass "#hintB" "hidden">><<else>><</if>> <</if>>

<h3>Inventory</h3><<if $datenow - $spyKeyTimer >= 72000000>><<drop $backpack "Sarah's key" 1>><</if>> <<inv $backpack use drop inspect stack>> <h4>Debug Inv</h4> <<newinv _chest>><<pickup _chest 'money' 1000>> <<take _chest $backpack inspect all>>

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >>Sure, Father. I have a minute Peter replied with a brow rased. The two set off, walking side by side down the uneven cobblestone streets. They passed dilapidated buildings that had long been abandoned, their once-vibrant facades now fading under years of neglect. As they neared their destination, the atmosphere began to shift. [img[setup.ImagePath+'city/blackmarketentrance.png']] Here we are Erick announced, gesturing towards a large open space filled with people, bustling and chaotic – the breeding market. The air was thick with tension and the scent of desperation. Women occupied makeshift stages, their downtrodden faces offering a stark contrast to the raucous bidding wars taking place around them. Peter's heart pounded in his chest as they entered the cacophony of voices, the sounds of coins clinking and people shouting blending into an overwhelming symphony. His stomach churned with a mix of disgust and curiosity, and he felt the weight of his father's hand on his shoulder, steadying him. Son, this is a reality of our world. Women are treated as commodities here. It's important for you to understand and witness it firsthand... Over there, Aela, the woman that I paid so I could have you. Erick explained, his voice [[11.1<-barely audible above the clamor.]]

<div id="game-container">[img[setup.ImagePath+'enemies/goblin.jpg']] !<<if $pCHP>><button id="btnATK">Attack</button><button id="btnDEF">Defense</button> /*<button id="myButton">Use Magic</button>*/<</if>> </div> /*====================Combat Declaring====================*/ /*====================Enemy stats*/ <<set $eNAME to "Gobling">> <<set $eMAXHP to 50>> <<set $eHP to 50>> <<set $eMP to 0>> <<set $eLUST to 0>> <<set $eDEF to 0>> <<set $eMDEF to 0>> <<set $eATK to 20>> <<set $eMATK to 0>> <script> try { // Initialize variables let timerInterval; var animation = ""; var animationback = true; var animcount = 0; var actionPlayer = ""; var actionEnemy = ""; var timeToAction = 10; var actionEnemyToDeclare = "";var secondToDeclare = 0; var playerNormalDEF = v.pDEF;var enemyNormalDEF = v.eDEF; // Function to update the timer function updateTimer() { EnemyAction(4,2); if(animationback) { animcount++; if(animcount == 0) animation = "."; if(animcount == 1) animation = "  ."; if(animcount == 2) animation = "    ."; if(animcount == 3) animation = "      ."; if(animcount == 4) animation = "        ."; if(animcount == 5){animation = "          ."; animationback = false; timeToAction--;} }else { animcount--; if(animcount == 5) animation = "          ." if(animcount == 4) animation = "        ."; if(animcount == 3) animation = "      ."; if(animcount == 2) animation = "    ."; if(animcount == 1) animation = "  ."; if(animcount == 0){animation = "."; animationback = true; timeToAction--;} } if(timeToAction == 0) // Actions goes here { timeToAction = 5; // Time for the reaction minigame actionEnemyToDeclare = ""; if(actionEnemy == "Defense!"){v.eDEF = (v.eDEF * 1.4) + 5;} if (actionPlayer == "Attack!") {v.eHP = Math.clamp(v.eHP - Math.floor(Math.random() * (v.pATK - (v.pATK/2) + (v.pATK/2))) + v.eDEF, 0, v.eMAXHP);}//Bugged if def >, atk it will heal if(actionPlayer == "Defense!"){v.pDEF = (v.pDEF * 1.4) + 5;} if (actionEnemy == "Attack!") {v.pCHP = Math.clamp(v.pCHP - Math.floor(Math.random() * (v.eATK - (v.eATK/2) + (v.eATK/2))) + v.pDEF, 0, v.pHP);}//Bugged if def > atk, it will heal if(actionPlayer == ""); v.pDEF = playerNormalDEF;//Return the "Defense!" bonus to normal v.eDEF = enemyNormalDEF;//Return the "Defense!" bonus to normal actionPlayer = "";actionEnemy = ""; //Return to normal the actions } // DISPLAY THE TEXT ON THE SCREEN document.getElementById("game-text").innerHTML = animation + "       " + timeToAction + "         " + "Player " + v.pCHP + " X " + v.eNAME + " " + v.eHP + "       " + actionPlayer + "  X  " + actionEnemy; if(v.pCHP <= 0)playerLOOSE();//If HP player gets to 0 if(v.eHP <= 0)playerWIN();//If HP enemy gets to 0 } timerInterval = setInterval(updateTimer, 100); function goBack(passageName) { clearInterval(timerInterval); $(document).off("keydown"); v.newMap = false; goto(passageName); } function playerWIN() { clearInterval(timerInterval); $(document).off("keydown"); goto("Goblin Win"); } function playerLOOSE() { clearInterval(timerInterval); $(document).off("keydown"); goto("Goblin Lost"); } function EnemyAction(chanceToATK, chanceToDEF) { if(actionEnemyToDeclare == ""){ var action = Math.floor(Math.random() * (chanceToATK + chanceToDEF)); if(action >= 0 && action <= chanceToATK) { actionEnemyToDeclare = "Attack!"; }else if(action > chanceToATK && action <= (chanceToATK + chanceToDEF)) { actionEnemyToDeclare = "Defense!" } secondToDeclare = Math.floor(Math.random() * (4) + 1); } if(timeToAction == secondToDeclare) actionEnemy = actionEnemyToDeclare; } document.getElementById("btnATK").addEventListener("click", function () { actionPlayer = "Attack!"; }); document.getElementById("btnDEF").addEventListener("click", function () { actionPlayer = "Defense!" }); } catch (error) {} </script>

You lost the fight! [[The woods<-Return to a safe location]]

You won the fight! <<link "Return to the forest" "ForestRPG">>\ <<set $newMap to false>>\ <</link>>

<<goto "Goblin Fight">>

A health potion that heals 20 health points

[img[setup.ImagePath+'firststory/sunwindow.png']] <<set $firstDreams to 1>> The sun hung in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the bedroom. Peter couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him as he sat with Sarah, his one true love. He was just an average guy with an unassuming personality, but her presence made him feel like the luckiest man on Earth. Can you believe it's been three years since we've started dating, Peter? Sarah asked, her green eyes sparkling with joy. Time truly flies when you're with someone who makes you happy Peter replied. His heart swelling with love for her. He couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful she looked in the soft sunlight, her blonde hair shimmering and her petite frame nestled comfortably beside him. As they sat together, his mind wandered to their initial meeting. The way her laughter filled the room, the way her eyes seemed to see straight through to his soul. It was as if she had somehow always been a part of his life, even before they met. She completed him, her presence filling the void he hadn't even realized existed within him. Sarah, I... I can't imagine my life without you Peter confessed, struggling to find the words to express the depth of his emotions. You bring so much happiness and light into my world Sarah smiled warmly, reaching for his hand. I feel the same way about you, Peter. Our souls were meant to be entwined, our hearts connected from the very beginning Their conversation flowed effortlessly, as it always did. They spoke of their dreams and aspirations, their hopes for the future. Everything felt right, as if the universe had conspired to bring them together. Peter, do you ever think about what our lives will be like in ten years? Twenty? Sarah asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. I do he admitted His thoughts filled with images of them together, their love only deepening with time. I want to be there for you, Sarah, through every joy and every challenge life throws our way. Peter said [[Bedroomtalk 1.1<-looking at her beauty.]]

Promise me, Peter she whispered, her eyes searching his. Promise me that we'll always face this world together, side by side [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeonbed1.png']] I promise he vowed, his voice full of conviction and sincerity. The love he felt for her was a force stronger than anything he'd ever known, and he would do everything in his power to protect and cherish it. In that moment, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only Peter and Sarah, suspended in the golden light of [[Bedroom<-their shared love.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'city/fields.png']] <<set $firstDreams to 2>> Eight months ago... The sun shone brightly over the open field, casting a warm glow on the vibrant green grass beneath it. Peter and Sarah sat together under the expansive branches of an ancient oak tree, its trunk thick and gnarled with age, its leaves dancing playfully in the gentle breeze. The world seemed to come alive around them as they talked, their voices soft and intimate, a testament to the depth of their connection. Did I ever tell you about my childhood dream? Peter asked, a hint of nostalgia in his voice as he traced patterns in the dirt with a stick. No Sarah replied, her green eyes sparkling with curiosity. Do tell As Peter spoke, he couldn't help but steal glances at Sarah, basking in the sight of her beauty. The sunlight caught her golden blonde hair, turning it into a shimmering halo that framed her delicate features. Her petite physique only served to accentuate her loveliness, and Peter felt an overwhelming urge to wrap his arms around her, to hold her close and never let go. Well, Peter began, taking a deep breath and [[BedroomDream 1.1<-diving into his story.]]

The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the open field, as Peter and Sarah continued their playful conversation. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the majestic tree under which they sat, its branches stretching out protectively above them. [img[setup.ImagePath+'firstStory/couple2.png']] Hey, do you remember that time we went hiking, and I slipped on that muddy hill? Sarah asked, her green eyes sparkling mischievously. Peter chuckled, recalling the memory vividly. How could I forget? You were covered head to toe in mud! Sarah playfully swatted his arm. It wasn't that bad! But seriously, thank you for helping me up and not laughing too hard Of course That's what partners are for, right? Peter replied, his voice filled with [[BedroomDream1.3<-genuine warmth.]]

When I was a kid, I dreamed of becoming a mage. I would spend hours reading about spells and imagining myself exploring new worlds and the mistery of the stars. Wow, that's amazing Sarah said, her eyes lighting up with excitement. What made you give up on that dream? Peter sighed, his expression turning thoughtful. I guess life happened. I realized how difficult it was to become a mage, and I just kind of... gave up on it Maybe we can make it happen together one day Sarah suggested, her voice filled with hope. She reached out and squeezed Peter's hand gently. We could build our own tower to reach the stars Or maybe we could create our own stars Peter mused, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Imagine standing there, looking at their shining glow, right next to us [img[setup.ImagePath+'firstStory/couple1.png']] Even if we never make it, I'll still be over their glow as long as I'm with you Sarah declared, her gaze locked on Peter's. All he wanted was to spend every moment of his life with this incredible woman by his side, to share his dreams and aspirations with her, and to support her in achieving hers. As they sat there beneath the branches of the old oak tree, Peter felt more certain than ever that he [[BedroomDream 1.2<-had found his soulmate in Sarah.]]

<<set $firstDreams to 3>> Seven months ago... The gentle breeze caressed their faces as they sat beneath the old tree, its leaves whispering a melodious tune. [img[setup.ImagePath+'firstStory/couple3.png']] Can you believe how far we've come since we first met? Peter asked, a warm smile spreading across his face. Sarah's eyes sparkled as she recalled their journey together. It's hard to believe it's been this long already. But every day with you has been nothing short of amazing. Sometimes I wonder where we'll be in couple of years Peter mused, his fingers tracing small circles on the back of Sarah's hand. What do you think our life will look like? I see us together, supporting each other's dreams and aspirations Sarah replied, her voice filled with conviction. I know that whatever challenges come our way, we'll face them head-on, side by side Exactly Peter agreed, the certainty in Sarah's words filling him with hope and determination. I can't wait to see what the future holds for us As they continued discussing their dreams and plans, the sun dipped below the horizon, bathing the field in a soft, golden light. Promise me one thing Sarah said suddenly, her eyes locking onto Peter's. No matter where life takes us or what obstacles we may face, promise me that we'll always communicate openly and honestly with each other. That we'll never hide our true feelings or desires Of course Peter replied without hesitation, his heart swelling with love and admiration for the woman before him. I promise, Sarah. As long as we have each other, there's nothing we can't overcome In that moment, the universe seemed to pause, allowing Peter and Sarah to bask in the unspoken promise of a lifetime of happiness together. The future stretched out before them, filled with endless possibilities and boundless love, and Peter knew that as long as they faced it together, they could conquer anything. [[Bedroom<-Wake up from the nostalgic dream]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'firstStory/wifeonfields.png']] As they shared a laugh, a flock of birds took flight from a nearby tree, their silhouettes etched against the fading light of the setting sun. The world around them seemed to hum with a vibrant energy, reflecting the joy that resonated between Peter and Sarah. Sarah Peter began, his heart swelling with emotion I don't think I tell you enough how much you mean to me. You've brought so much happiness and light into my life. You're my perfect angel, and I can't imagine a day without you A tender smile played on Sarah's lips as she leaned in closer, her hand gently cupping Peter's cheek. You have no idea how much that means to me, Peter. And I feel the same way about you. You're my life, and I wouldn't trade what we have for anything As their laughter mingled with the rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of crickets, Peter couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the moment. There, beneath the sheltering arms of the old oak tree, he found solace in the presence of his beloved Sarah, the source of his happiness and the guiding star in his life. [[Bedroom<-Wake up from the nostalgic dream]]

<<set $firstDreams to 4>> Six months ago... Peter's heart swelled as he glanced at the woman beside him, her green eyes reflecting the hues of the setting sun. They had shared their dreams and aspirations, and in that moment, Peter knew without a doubt that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Sarah. Sarah he said softly, reaching for her hand and entwining their fingers together. The warmth of her touch sent shivers down his spine, and he marveled at how perfectly their hands fit together. I know this might sound cliché, but when I'm with you, it feels like everything is right in the world She smiled at him, the expression lighting up her face and making her eyes twinkle. I feel the same way, Peter. It's as if our souls were destined to find each other in this vast world. As they spoke, Peter's mind raced with thoughts of their future together. He imagined the two of them growing old side by side, supporting one another through all of life's challenges and triumphs. It was a vision so beautiful and so powerful that it brought tears to his eyes. Feeling a surge of courage, Peter took a deep breath and decided to take the leap. His heart pounded in his chest, and a nervous energy buzzed through his veins. Sarah he began, his voice wavering ever so slightly. There's something I've been wanting to ask you for a while now, but I never quite found the right moment Go ahead she encouraged, her gaze warm and inviting. You can tell me anything, remember? Peter swallowed hard and met her eyes, feeling the weight of the moment bearing down on him. Sarah, will you do me the incredible honor of becoming my wife? he asked, his vulnerability evident in every word. The air seemed to still as Sarah let out a soft gasp before covering her mouth with her free hand. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at Peter, a myriad of emotions playing across her face. [img[setup.ImagePath+'firstStory/couple4.png']] Sarah, will you marry me? Peter's voice trembled with emotion as the words escaped his lips. The vulnerability in his eyes was palpable, his sincerity undeniable. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The rustling leaves overhead and the gentle sway of the tree branches were the only sounds that filled the silence between them. Sarah's green eyes widened in surprise, her breath catching in her throat as she processed the enormity of his question. Peter she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. She blinked back tears that threatened to spill onto her cheeks. I... I don't know what to say Take your time Peter assured her, tenderly wiping away a stray tear that had managed to escape. His heart hammered in his chest, and he tried to calm the storm of thoughts racing through his mind. He knew this moment would change their lives forever, but he couldn't help but hope that it would be for the better. Peter, I love you more than anything in this world Sarah finally said, her voice steadier now. You've brought so much happiness into my life, and I can't imagine spending the rest of it without you by my side... ...Yes, Peter, I will marry you A wave of relief washed over Peter as he heard her acceptance, followed by a surge of elation that made him feel like he could float away on the breeze. He pulled her into a tight embrace, their hearts beating in unison as they savored the joy of their commitment to one another. Thank you, Sarah Peter whispered into her ear, his voice thick with gratitude. Thank you for choosing me, for loving me, and for believing in us As they sat beneath the sheltering branches of the tree, the sun bathed them in its golden light, casting an almost ethereal glow around them. In that moment, they were the picture of love and hope, their hearts filled with dreams for a future that seemed brighter than ever. The promise of their love story had just begun, and as their laughter mingled with the symphony of nature around them, it was clear that this was only the first of many beautiful chapters they would write together. [[Bedroom<-Wake up from the nostalgic dream]]

<<set $firstDreams to 5>> Three months ago... Look at that cloud, Peter Sarah said, pointing towards the sky. It looks like a spooked frog! [img[setup.ImagePath+'firstStory/cloudfrog.png']] Peter tilted his head back and squinted at the fluffy white formation, chuckling as he saw the resemblance. You're right, it does He turned to look at her, taking in the way the sunlight played off her golden hair and how it framed her delicate features. Come on she urged, grabbing his hand and pulling him up from their spot under the tree. Let's race to that other tree and back Are you sure? Peter asked with a playful grin. You know I'm faster than you Ha! We'll see about that! Sarah retorted, her green eyes sparkling with excitement. With a burst of energy, they sprinted across the open field, laughing and teasing each other as they raced. [img[setup.ImagePath+'firstStory/runonfields.png']] The wind whipped through their hair, carrying with it the sweet scent of wildflowers. As they reached the edge of the field, Peter playfully grabbed Sarah's hand and spun her around, both of them breathless and exhilarated. Okay, okay, you win Sarah admitted, panting and leaning against him for support. But only because I let you! Sure, whatever you say Peter replied, wrapping his arm around her waist. They walked back to the tree together, their laughter echoing across the field. In that moment, neither of them could have predicted the twists and turns their lives would take, but they held onto the certainty that their love was strong enough to weather any storm. And as the sky transitioned from gold to pink to deep indigo, they continued to dream of a future filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities. [[Bedroom<-Wake up from the nostalgic dream]]

<<widget "coins">> <<set $coins to Math.clamp($coins + _args[0], 0, Infinity)>> <<replace "#coins">><<= $coins>><</replace>> <</widget>> <<widget "buylink">> <<set _item to _args[0]>> <<set _amount to _args[1]>> <<set _price to setup.prices.get(_item) || 1>> _item _amount <<link "Buy">> <<if $coins < _price>> <<run UI.alert("You don't have enough coins!")>> <<else>> <<coins `-1 * _price`>> <<transfer $shopMarket $backpack _item 1>> <<set _amount -->> <<if _amount > 0>> <<replace `"p.buy-listing[data-item=\"" + _item + "\"] > .count"`>>_amount<</replace>> <<else>> <<remove `"p.buy-listing[data-item=\"" + _item + "\"]"`>> <</if>> <</if>> <</link>> <</widget>> <<widget "selllink">> <<set _item to _args[0]>> <<set _amount to _args[1]>> <<set _price to setup.prices.get(_item) || 1>> _item _amount <<link "Sell">> <<if false>> <<run UI.alert("You don't have enough coins!")>> <<else>> <<coins _price>><<newinv _trash>> <<transfer $backpack _trash _item 1>> <<set _amount -->> <<if _amount > 0>> <<replace `"p.sell-listing[data-item=\"" + _item + "\"] > .count"`>>_amount<</replace>> <<else>> <<remove `"p.sell-listing[data-item=\"" + _item + "\"]"`>> <</if>> <</if>> <</link>> <</widget>>

<<newinv _shopInv>><<pickup _shopInv "coal" 2 "gold nugget" 50 "iron ingot" 5 "Small Health Potion" 20>> <h2>Items for sale:</h2> <<for _item, _amount range _shopInv.table>><<capture _item, _amount>><<set _linkText to '<<link "Buy">><<run $backpack.pickup("' + _item + '", 1)>><<run $backpack.drop("money", ' + _amount + ')>><<goto "Buy">><</link>>'>> _item: _amount coins <<if $backpack.count('money') >= _amount>><<print _linkText>><<else>> (not enough coins)<</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> [[Go back|The Market]] [[Sell Items|Sell]]

<h2>Items on hand:</h2> <<newinv _shopInv>><<pickup _shopInv "coal" 1 "gold nugget" 25 "iron ingot" 2>> <h2>Merchant is buying:</h2> <<for _item, _amount range _shopInv.table>><<capture _item, _amount>><<set _linkText to '<<link "Sell">><<run $backpack.drop("' + _item + '", 1)>><<run $backpack.pickup("money", ' + _amount + ')>><<goto "Sell">><</link>>'>> _item: _amount coins <<if $backpack.count(_item) >= 1>><<print _linkText>><<else>>(x)<</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> [[Go back|The Market]] [[Buy Items|Buy]]

<<set _randomNumber to random(1, 6)>><<set _randomTavernImage to random(1, 3)>><<if $LRnot > 0>><<set _var to "NLR">><<else>><<set _var to "">><</if>> <<if $promptDialog != "kissPeter" || ($promptDialog != "checkcreampie" && $wifeLetsPeterCheckCreampie)>> <<if $wifelocation == "Bedroom">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeonbed1.png']]<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >><</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation < 200>><<if $wifelocation == "Kitchen">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onkitchen2.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation >= 200 && $tavernWifeReputation < 400>><<if $wifelocation == "Kitchen">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onkitchen2.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation >= 400>><<if $wifelocation == "Kitchen">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onkitchen32.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Bathroom">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/bath2.png']]<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >><</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation < 200>><<if $wifelocation == "House">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onlivingroom1.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation >= 200 && $tavernWifeReputation < 400>><<if $wifelocation == "House">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onlivingroom21.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation >= 400>><<if $wifelocation == "House">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onlivingroom31.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Tavern" && $creampieCheck == 0>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeontavern1'+_var+'.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Tavern" && $creampieCheck == 1 && $SarahTavernCaughtCheating>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeTavernCum'+_randomTavernImage+_var+'.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Tavern" && $creampieCheck == 1 && !$SarahTavernCaughtCheating>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeontavern1'+_var+'.png']]<</if>> <</if>> /*Lord Robert Amends Quest*/ <<if $lr == 4>><<goto "LR4">><</if>> /*------------------------------*/ /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialog == "hello">> <<if _randomNumber == 1>>Hello $playerName<</if>> <<if _randomNumber == 2>>Hello love<</if>> <<if _randomNumber == 3>>Hi my love<</if>> <<if _randomNumber == 4>>Do you want something honey?<</if>> <<if _randomNumber == 5>>Hi Honey<</if>> <<if _randomNumber == 6>>Hello my love<</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialog == "loveyou">> <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 5, 0, 100) >> <<if _randomNumber == 1>>Love you too $playerName<</if>> <<if _randomNumber == 2>>I love you too honey<</if>> <<if _randomNumber == 3>>I love you more!<</if>> <<if _randomNumber == 4>>You are so sweet honey<</if>> <<if _randomNumber == 5>>I'm glad I'm your wife love<</if>> <<if _randomNumber == 6>>I love you too! She blows $playerName a kiss<</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialog == "checkcreampie" && $wifeLetsPeterCheckCreampie>> <<set _random to random(1, 3)>><<set _rdmImg to random(1, 5)>> <<if $creampieCheck == 0>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/ass1.png']] Of course you naughty. <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >><</if>> <<if $creampieCheck == 1 && _random == 1>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/cumass'+_rdmImg+'.png']] ... <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 50, 0, 100) >><</if>> <<if $creampieCheck == 1 && _random == 2>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/cumass'+_rdmImg+'.png']] I've been a bad girl love. <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 50, 0, 100) >><</if>> <<if $creampieCheck == 1 && _random == 3>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/cumass'+_rdmImg+'.png']] Do you like it? <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 50, 0, 100) >><</if>> <h3 style="text-align: center;">Sex condition</h3> <h3 style="text-align: center;">Internal view</h3> <h5 style="text-align: center;">Vagina -------------- Ass</h5> <div class="notSoSmall" style="text-align: center;"> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/xray/v'+$wifeCumVag+'.png']] [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/xray/a'+$wifeCumAss+'.png']] </div> <<if $creampieCheck == 1>><<if $cleanWife == 0>> <<link "She want's something...">><<set $promptDialog to "cleanWife">><<goto "Wife Interaction">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $cleanWife >= 2>> <<link "Clean her">><<set $promptDialog to "cleanWife">><<goto "Wife Interaction">><</link>> <</if>> <</if>><</if>> <<if $promptDialog == "checkcreampie" && !$wifeLetsPeterCheckCreampie>> <<set _random to random(1, 3)>> <<if _random == 1>>No $playerName!<</if>> <<if _random == 2>>Why would you want that? No.<</if>> <<if _random == 3>>No, I don't want it $playerName.<</if>><</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialog == "cook" && $wifelocation == "Bedroom">> <<set _random to random(1, 3)>> <<if _random == 1>>$playerName, please not now, let me sleep She says with a whining voice.<</if>> <<if _random == 2>>Not nowww, I was just sleeping She whines.<</if>> <<if _random == 3>>$playerName, I promise in the morning the first thing I will do is cook for you She says with a sleepy voice.<</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialog == "cook" && $wifelocation != "Bedroom">> <<set _random to random(1, 3)>> <<if _random == 1>>Of course love! Just give me one second She starts to get ready for cooking<</if>> <<if _random == 2>>Of course $playerName! I'm going to make a stew right away honey! She says with a determined voice.<</if>> <<if _random == 3>>Are you hungry $playerName? I will take care of you! She says winking at $playerName.<</if>> <<set $requestWife to "cook">><<set $stringMinutesRequestWife to $datenow>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialog == "kissPeter">><<if $m2f > 0>><<set _random to random(1, 3)>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/sarahAndPeter/kiss'+_random+'.png']]<<else>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/sarahAndPeter/kissF0.png']]<</if>><</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialog == "sexPeter" && $pChastity>>Poor $playerName, you want me don't you? But you are locked up, we can't do it that way, you will have to endure honey... <<set $promptDialog to "">><</if>> <<if $promptDialog == "sexPeter" && $peterWifeSexNumber <= 4>> <<if $datenow - $peterWifeSexLastDate >= 72000000>>/*20hours delay to other sex scene with Peter*/ <<set _random to random(1, 3)>>Of course honey!<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 50, 0, 100) >> <<link "Have sex with Sarah">><<set $peterWifeSexLastDate to $datenow>><<set _gotoString to "Wife n Peter Sex" + $peterWifeSexNumber>><<goto _gotoString>><</link>> <<else>> I'm not in the mood right now love.<</if>> <<elseif $promptDialog == "sexPeter" && $m2f == 0 && $pVagina>>I'm not in the mood right now love. <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialog == "keyToWatchYou">> <<set _random to random(1, 3)>> <<if _random == 1>>Of course love! But remember our game, tonigh I will sleep on our bed with someone I want and you will sleep on the living room! <</if>> <<if _random == 2>>Oh $playerName, you are trully a lovely cuck.<</if>> <<if _random == 3>>$playerName, of course! I will have fun tonight and you, I bet you would love to see what I will be doing tonight. She says with a mischiveious smile.<</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialog == "sleepCoveredInCum">> She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms, staring at $playerName with a mix of confusion and amusement. Let me get this straight, she said, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. You want me to not take a bathe after someone ejaculates on my body, so that I can sleep next to you covered in another man's sperm? $playerName shifted nervously, his cheeks turning slightly pink as he nodded. Well then, $playerName, you are certainly a rare breed, she chuckled, before leaning in close to him. And not only are you okay with me displaying other men's marks on my body, but you're asking for more? She let out a mischievous laugh before giving him a sly wink. Consider your wish granted, my love. <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialog == "cleanWife">> <<set $promptDialog to "">> <<goto "Clean1">> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $stringMinutesRequestWife != $datenow>> <h3>Talk</h3> <<if $promptDialog == "">><<link "Hello!">><<set $promptDialog to "hello">><<goto "Wife Interaction">><</link>><</if>> <<if $promptDialog == "">><<link "I love you!">><<set $promptDialog to "loveyou">><<goto "Wife Interaction">><</link>><</if>> <<if $promptDialog == "" && $feminization == 5>><<link "About being a woman...">><<goto "Fempath 1">><</link>> <</if>><<if $promptDialog == "" && $feminization == 6>><<link "About being a woman, again...">><<goto "Fempath 2">><</link>> <</if>><<if $promptDialog == "" && $feminization == 7>><<link "(She seems to want to say something)">><<goto "Fempath 3">><</link>> <</if>><<if $promptDialog == "" && $feminization == 8>><<link "Could you say more about the tale of the witch?">><<goto "Fempath 4">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $loki == -2>>[[LokiCirceIntro3<-About visiting the witch]] <</if>> <h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Could you cook for me?">><<set $promptDialog to "cook">><<goto "Wife Interaction">><</link>> <<link "I want to kiss you.">><<set $promptDialog to "kissPeter">><<goto "Wife Interaction">><</link>> <<if $firststoryat >= 7>><<link "I want to have sex with you.">><<set $promptDialog to "sexPeter">><<goto "Wife Interaction">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $lr >= 8>><<link "I want to check your ass.">><<set $promptDialog to "checkcreampie">><<goto "Wife Interaction">><</link>> <</if>> <<if !$askToSeeWife && $peterWifeSexNumber > 5 && $wifeCanCuck>><<link "(Ask to see her fuck on tavern...)">><<set $askToSeeWife to true>><<goto "Ask to see">><</link>> <</if>> <<if !$wifeWillFuckAtBedroomTonight && $askToSeeWife>><<link "I want to watch you having sex tomorrow at the tavern.">><<set $wifeWillFuckAtBedroomTonight to true>><<set $promptDialog to "keyToWatchYou">><<goto "Wife Interaction">><</link>> <</if>> <<if !$showerAtMornings && $peterWifeSexNumber > 5>><<link "Could you... Sleep when covered in cum, from now on?">><<set $showerAtMornings to true>><<set $promptDialog to "sleepCoveredInCum">><<goto "Wife Interaction">><</link>> <</if>> <h3>Give</h3> (You dont have anything to give to her right now) <<elseif $requestWife == "sex">> She is busy right now. <</if>> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>>

<<set $timesSexWithPeter++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >><<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm, inviting light on the silk sheets that enveloped Peter and Sarah's bodies. Peter's heart raced with anticipation as he looked into Sarah's enchanting green eyes. They were both fully aware of the intimacy they were about to share, their bodies pressed against one another, her soft breath tickling his cheek. Are you ready for this, my love? Peter asked gently, his voice barely above a whisper. Sarah nodded, her blonde hair brushing against the pillowcase. Yes, Peter. I want this. Her eyes held a mixture of vulnerability and desire. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/sarahAndPeter/bending1.png']] Peter's eagerness to please Sarah was palpable, his dedication to her happiness unwavering. When it came to Sarah, his devotion went beyond anything else. He would do anything to ensure her satisfaction, both in and out of the bedroom. His hand trembled slightly as he reached to caress her delicate cheek, his touch tender and loving. I want to make you feel incredible tonight, Sarah he said softly, his words filled with sincerity. It's what you deserve Sarah's lips curved into a small smile, her gaze never leaving Peter's. She admired his commitment to her pleasure and knew how much he cared for her. Thank you, Peter she murmured Her fingers tracing a line down his chest, causing goosebumps to rise along his skin. You make me so happy Anything for you, my love Peter responded, his mind racing with thoughts of how to make their encounter unforgettable. He wanted to explore every inch of her body and discover new ways to bring her pleasure. He would give everything he had to satisfy her, even if it meant pushing himself past his own limits. As Peter leaned in to capture Sarah's lips in a passionate kiss, the world around them seemed to fade away. All that mattered was the love they shared and their unbreakable bond. They were about to embark on an intimate journey together, one that would test their connection and reveal the depths of their devotion. And Peter couldn't have been more eager to take that journey with Sarah by his side. As Peter's fingertips traced delicate circles around Sarah's nipples, her breath hitched.<<if $wifePOV == 1>> And she tried to suppress the storm of conflicting emotions welling up inside her. Her heart raced with anticipation, but also with the fear that her true desires might be exposed.<</if>> Are you ready, my love? Peter asked gently, his voice laced with concern as he noticed her hesitation. Sarah forced a smile, her green eyes searching his for reassurance. Yes she whispered. <<if $wifePOV == 1>>Maybe trying to hide the secrets that threatened to spill over, maybe she craved more than just their tender love-making sessions, but Peter was oblivious to that.<</if>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/sarahAndPeter/cunni1.jpg']] Relax, Sarah Peter said softly, brushing a strand of blonde hair away from her face before lowering his head down between her thighs. He inhaled deeply, taking in her intoxicating scent, and placed gentle kisses along her inner thighs, making her shiver in anticipation. With every touch, he wanted to prove to her just how much he adored her, even if it exposed his own shortcomings. As Peter's lips finally met her moist folds, Sarah couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her body instinctively responding to his eager ministrations. She tried to focus on the pleasure Peter was providing. <<if $wifePOV == 1>>But her mind kept wandering to forbidden fantasies, leaving her feeling both guilty and excited.<</if>> Peter… you're doing great she encouraged him, fighting the urge to reveal what she truly desired. <<if $wifePOV == 1>>Her voice trembled with the effort to maintain her facade, hoping that her husband wouldn't detect the turmoil within her heart.<</if>> Thank you, Sarah Peter replied His determination evident in his voice as he continued to lavish attention on her most sensitive areas. He knew that he might not be the most skilled lover, but he would never stop trying to please her, no matter the cost to his own ego. But the more Peter tried the more frustated Sarah seemed, untill a point where Sarah said it was enough. Peter… that was great, but I need to go to the bathroom She said quickly marching towards the bathroom clenching her thighs together. As the intimate encounter unfolded, Sarah struggled to keep her hidden desires under wraps, while Peter remained blissfully unaware of the storm brewing in his wife's soul. Their journey together had only just begun, and it was uncertain where it would lead them in the end. <<set $peterWifeSexNumber to 2>> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>>

<<set $timesSexWithPeter++>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to "Peter">><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -100, 0, 100) >><<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> Peter, please… I need more, with you Sarah breathed out, her legs trembling as the pleasure built within her. Her green eyes were clouded with desire. Anything for you, my love Peter replied, his heart swelling with devotion even as he cursed his perceived inadequacies. Determined to bring Sarah the satisfaction she craved, he gently guided her into a new position. Let's try something different he suggested, his voice tinged with hope and apprehension. Sarah bit her lip, excitement coursing through her veins at the prospect of this new approach. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/sarahAndPeter/doggy1.png']] Okay she agreed, her curiosity piqued as she allowed Peter to adjust their bodies. Sarah, on hand and knees, Peter behind her. Are you ready? Peter asked, his hands gripping her hips with a mixture of tenderness and urgency as if front of him was the most perfect view he could wish for. Sarah nodded. Please, Peter, I need you inside me As Peter entered her slowly, he marveled at the tight warmth enveloping him. He could feel every inch of her body pressed against his, their connection both intimate and primal. Despite his short length, he was determined to bring her pleasure, no matter what it took. Does this feel good, Sarah? he asked, concern lacing his voice as he began to move in gentle thrusts. Y-yes, Peter she stammered, her body arching slightly to meet his movements. Just like that… a little faster… and deeper... Peter complied partialy, as he couldn't go any deeper, he increased his pace as he focused solely on Sarah's reactions. He watched her face closely, searching for any sign that he was satisfying her needs. The flush that spread across her cheeks and the way her eyes fluttered with each thrust spurred him on. Tell me what you want, Sarah he implored, needing to know that he was doing everything in his power to please her. I'll do anything for you Peter… it's good, just keep going she reassured him, her voice strained with the effort of maintaining her composure. But Peter knew her, and he saw the frustration simmered on her face as she still struggled to reach the peak she so desperately craved. As they continued their passionate dance, Peter's thoughts raced with a desperate need to please his wife. He would give anything to make her happy, but could he truly overcome his shortcomings and unlock the desires hidden within her heart? Feeling the growing urgency in Sarah's breaths, Peter decided to try a new approach, desperate to bring her the pleasure she deserved. He pulled away from their current position and suggested something more adventurous. Let's try this he said, guiding her into a new position that would allow him deeper access despite his short length. Alright Sarah agreed, her voice filled with hope and anticipation. She adjusted herself, allowing Peter to enter her once again. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/sarahAndPeter/sex1.png']] As Peter began to thrust, Sarah's frustration grew. She could feel him inside her, but it was barely enough to satisfy her cravings. Her eyes searched his face for any sign that he knew he wasn't quite reaching her, but all she saw was determination and love. She bit her lip, unsure if she should say anything or just let him continue in his futile attempts to please her. Peter... she murmured hesitantly, struggling to find the right words. I need you... I... need you deeper I'm trying, Sarah he replied, his brow furrowed with concentration. Is there anything else I can do? Maybe... she ventured, her voice trembling slightly. Maybe you could use your fingers as well? To help me feel more... full? Of course Peter eagerly complied, sliding one hand between their connected bodies to press against her most sensitive spot while continuing with his shallow thrusts. The combination brought Sarah closer to the edge, but it still wasn't enough to push her over. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she considered what to say next, knowing how much Peter wanted to please her. Peter, it feels amazing, really she reassured him with a small smile, stroking his cheek lovingly. But your penis... is just so... small. I need more, more than you can give me like this Sarah... Peter's face fell at her words But he couldn't deny the truth in them. He wasn't enough for her, not in this way. The thought brought a mix of emotions; sadness, frustration, and a strange sense of arousal at the humiliation. Sarah noticed how hard he became hearing her words and a subtle mischievous smile appeared on her delicate face. Is there anything else I could do? he asked, his voice shaking slightly. Maybe... Sarah hesitated, then leaned in to whisper sultry words into Peter's ear. You know, if you were bigger, you could fill me up so easily. But since you're not... It's kind of cute how hard you're trying. Sarah! Peter gasped, both shocked and aroused by her teasing words. His thrusts became erratic as he felt himself nearing climax, spurred on by the humiliating taunts from his beautiful wife. Imagine how it would feel if you really could satisfy me with your size she continued, her voice soft and seductive. But for now, we'll just have to make do with what we've got... won't we? Y-yes, Sarah Peter stammered, his eyes wide and filled with desire. The combination of her teasing and his own desperate need to please her pushed him over the edge, and he found himself releasing within her, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/afterpetersex1.png']] Good boy Sarah murmured, stroking his cheek as they both caught their breath, her eyes twinkling with a newfound sense of power and excitement. <<set $peterWifeSexNumber to 3>> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>>

<<set $timesSexWithPeter++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >><<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> Peter Sarah said, her voice barely more than a whisper. I have one idea Anything for you, Sarah Peter replied, his gaze filled with love and determination. Grab the box from under the bed she instructed, her cheeks flushing with excitement. Peter hesitated for a moment, aware that he was venturing into new territory, but his desire to please his wife outweighed any reservations he may have had. He retrieved a dark wooden box and opened it, revealing a sleek, rubbery dark colored phalus. Are you sure about this? he asked, looking at her uncertainly. Trust me she replied, her eyes shining with anticipation. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/sarahAndPeter/dildo1.png']] This might be exactly what we both need Peter nodded and took a deep breath, ready to do whatever it took to bring Sarah pleasure. He gently pressed the phalus tip against her clit, watching intently for her reaction. O-oh, Peter... Sarah gasped, her body immediately responding to the stimulation. She bit her lip, her green eyes locking onto his with a fiery intensity. Does that feel good, baby? Peter asked, seeking validation in her flushed expression. Y-yes she stammered, her breath coming in short pants as the sensation built within her. But don't stop there... I want you to use it inside me too. Of course Peter murmured, his heart swelling with pride and devotion. Slowly, he eased the vibrator deeper into her, marveling at the way her body seemed to welcome the intrusion. As the toy filled her, Sarah's legs trembled, and her cries became more urgent. F-faster, Peter, please! she begged, her nails digging into his forearm. Whatever you want, my love he whispered, increasing the speed and pressure of his movements. He watched her face intently, his heart soaring as he saw the pleasure etched across her features. Peter... I'm close she panted, her body tensing with anticipation. The room seemed to vibrate with the intensity of her arousal. Go on, let go for me, Sarah Peter encouraged, his own pleasure secondary to hers in this moment. I want you to feel everything With a final, desperate cry, Sarah succumbed to her climax, her body shuddering uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Peter held her close, his eyes shining with tears of joy and relief as he realized that, for the first time, he had been able to truly satisfy his wife. Thank you she whispered, her voice hoarse from her cries of passion. That was... incredible Anything for you, my lovely wife Peter said, his voice full of love and devotion. I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy As they lay entwined in each other's arms, both of them knew that their journey into the world of pleasure and desire [[Wife n Peter Sex3.1<-was only just beginning.]]

<<set $wifePerversion to ($wifePerversion + 10)>><<set $peterWifeSexNumber to 4>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 50, 0, 100) >><<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> As the waves of ecstasy began to subside, Sarah looked into Peter's eyes, still brimming with love and devotion. She caressed his cheek, her voice soft and tender as she expressed her gratitude. Peter, that was truly amazing. Thank you for making me feel so alive Peter beamed at her words, feeling a deep sense of accomplishment. He had finally been able to give Sarah the pleasure she deserved. I'm just happy I could make you feel good, Sarah. I'll do anything to see you like this Anything? Sarah asked, a playful glint in her eyes. Absolutely anything he confirmed, his heart swelling with pride. Then there is something I want to share with you Sarah said, hesitating for a moment before taking a deep breath. I've been thinking about... exploring more in our intimacy. Trying new things, pushing our boundaries together Of course Peter replied without hesitation, his pulse quickening at the thought of their sexual adventures continuing. He would follow Sarah anywhere, no matter how uncharted the territory might be. Promise me you'll keep an open mind, Peter Sarah said, her gaze locked on his as she searched for any sign of doubt. I promise, Sarah. Whatever you want, we can explore it together His voice was firm, leaving no room for doubt.Her happiness was his ultimate goal, and if that meant venturing into unknown realms of desire, he would gladly accompany her. Thank you, my love Sarah whispered, planting a soft kiss on his lips. A mischievous smile spread across her face as she continued. In that case, I think we're going to have some very interesting nights ahead of us Interesting barely scratched the surface of what Peter felt in that moment. He could feel the anticipation building within him, fueled by both excitement and trepidation. Sarah's desires, once hidden in the shadows, now shimmered like a tantalizing mirage on the horizon of their future together - enticing yet mysterious, full of promise and uncertainty. Are you ready for this journey? Sarah asked, her voice laced with both excitement and vulnerability. Ready as I'll ever be Peter replied, his heart pounding like a drum against his chest. Together, they stood on the precipice of a new world, hand in hand, ready to take the plunge into the great unknown. As she stands up and walks toward the bathroom, Sarah looked over the open window, next to the nightstand. She glanced over again, her eyes widening with surprise and intrigue. A sly smile spread across her face as she turned back to Peter, her voice barely above a whisper but Peter manages to hear.. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onwindow.png']] Peter... it looks like we might have our first opportunity soon She said as she walks toward the bathroom. <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>>

<h2>Peter Wardrobe</h2> <<take $wardrobePlayer $backpack inspect stack all>> <h2>Peter Items</h2> <<take $backpack $wardrobePlayer inspect stack all>> <<button "<<Return" "Bedroom">>\ <<set $varA += 10, $varB += 10>>\ <</button>>

<h2>Wear: </h2> <<if $wardrobePlayer.uniqueLength == 0>>No Clothing <</if>> <<for _item, _amount range $wardrobePlayer.table>><<capture _item>><<set _linkText to '<<link "Wear">><<run $wardrobePlayer.merge($peterWearingClotheNow)>><<run $peterWearingClotheNow.empty()>><<run $wardrobePlayer.transfer($peterWearingClotheNow,"' + _item + '", 1 )>><<goto "Wear Wardrobe Peter">><</link>>'>> _item: _amount <<if $wardrobePlayer.count(_item) >= 1>><<print _linkText>><<else>>(x)<</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <<button "<<Return" "Bedroom">>\ <<set $varA += 10, $varB += 10>>\ <</button>>

<<if $wifelocation == "Bedroom">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeonbed1.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Kitchen">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onkitchen2.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Bathroom">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/bath2.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "House">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onlivingroom1.png']]<</if>> <<set $datenow.setUTCHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 1)>> Beautiful day, isn't it? Peter said trying to make a conversation. Indeed agreed Sarah, her green eyes sparkling. She tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear and sighed contentedly. A thought had been gnawing at his mind for some time, and he decided it was time to bring it up. Sarah he began hesitantly I've always wondered what it's like to be a woman. You know, your experiences and how you see the world Sarah raised an eyebrow, surprised by the sudden shift in conversation. That's an interesting question, Peter she responded, intrigued by his curiosity. Sometimes I think about the differences between us Peter continued, his voice soft and thoughtful. You're so beautiful and active, and you'll outlive me by centuries. It's hard not to wonder what you'll do after I'm gone Sarah looked into Peter's eyes, seeing the vulnerability that lay beneath his words. She reached out and gently squeezed his hand, offering a silent reassurance. They both knew her lifespan was much longer than his, but it was a topic they rarely discussed. Peter, my love she said softly. Our time together is precious, and we should focus on making the most of it. As for what I'll do after you pass away, I can't say for sure. But I promise that I will always cherish our memories and never forget the love we shared. Peter nodded, appreciating her words. He knew she was right; worrying about the future wouldn't change it. All they could do was enjoy the present and make the most of their time together. But still, his curiosity about the female experience lingered. Thank you, Sarah he murmured, giving her hand a gentle squeeze in return. I just can't help but wonder what it's like to see the world through your eyes Maybe one day I can find a way to show you she replied with a warm smile, hoping that somehow, they could share that understanding. <<set $feminization to 6>> [[Fempath 2 direct<-Ask more about it]] [[Wife Interaction<- Continue this conversation later]]

<<if $wifelocation == "Bedroom">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeonbed1.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Kitchen">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onkitchen2.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Bathroom">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/bath2.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "House">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onlivingroom1.png']]<</if>> <<set $datenow.setUTCHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 1)>> Sarah Peter said, his voice hesitant yet filled with curiosity. I've been thinking about what you said earlier, about seeing the world through your eyes Sarah glanced at him, her green eyes reflecting the room lights. She furrowed her brow, wondering where this conversation was leading. Why do you want to know about being a female, Peter? she asked, trying to gauge his thoughts. Peter hesitated for a moment, feeling a knot in his stomach as he mulled over his words. He looked down at the ground. Well, I just... I wonder if you'd still love me if I were a woman he confessed, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Sarah stopped walking, turning to face him with surprise etched on her delicate features. Her heart ached for Peter, who seemed so vulnerable in that moment. She reached out, touching his arm gently. Peter, my love, of course I'd still love you she reassured him. Peter's eyes met hers, searching for sincerity in her gaze. He knew Sarah meant well, but it was difficult to shake the nagging worry that had taken root in his mind. But how can you be sure? he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Because Sarah said, her voice unwavering. Our love isn't based on whether you're a man or a woman. It's based on who you are inside. You're kind, caring, and loyal. Those are the qualities I love about you, and they wouldn't change if your gender did Peter's chest tightened as he absorbed her words, feeling a surge of gratitude for the woman standing before him. He knew she was right, but it still felt reassuring to hear her say it out loud. Thank you he said, his voice thick with emotion. I needed to hear that Sarah smiled, her eyes shining with love for her husband. You're welcome, Peter. Just remember, no matter what happens, we'll face it together <<set $feminization to 7>> As they [[Fempath 3<-continued their conversation]], Peter couldn't help but feel grateful for the bond they shared. [[Wife Interaction<- Continue this conversation later]]

<<if $wifelocation == "Bedroom">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeonbed1.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Kitchen">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onkitchen2.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Bathroom">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/bath2.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "House">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onlivingroom1.png']]<</if>> <<set $datenow.setUTCHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 1)>> Peter, i was thinking about our last conversation about being a woman she began, her voice gentle yet firm. I want you to know that my love for you isn't based on your appearance. It's about who you are as a person, your kindness, your intelligence, your unwavering support She leaned closer to him, her blonde hair brushing against his shoulder as she spoke. Let me tell you a quick story that I think will help you understand Intrigued, Peter nodded, eager to hear what Sarah had to say. He couldn't deny the comforting warmth that enveloped him whenever she was near, and he trusted her completely. Years ago Sarah told him, There was a witch who lived in a nearby shack in the forest. People would come from miles around to seek her wisdom and guidance, but she was also feared for her powers. Peter listened intently, his brown eyes locked on hers as he tried to picture the mysterious woman in his head. The wind rustled through the trees, adding an eerie ambiance to the tale. Though many people were scared of her reputation Sarah continued, The truth is, she only used her magic for good, helping those who genuinely needed it. But there was one instance where someone came to her with ill intentions, and she had no choice but to teach him a lesson As Sarah weaved the tale, Peter found himself captivated by the vivid imagery she painted with her words. He could almost see the witch's shack, hidden away in the dense foliage. A shiver ran down his spine as he imagined the power that must have emanated from within. Peter Sarah said, interrupting his thoughts, The point I'm trying to make is that no matter what form you take, even if its a frog, I will always love you. Just like the witch in the story could see the true intentions of those who sought her help, I can see the goodness and strength within you Peter's heart swelled with gratitude as he took in Sarah's words. As the breeze rustled the leaves around them, he felt the weight of his insecurities begin to lift. Thank you, Sarah he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. Always remember, Peter she replied, squeezing his hand, My love for you goes far beyond the surface. It's rooted in our connection, in the person you are beneath it all <<set $feminization to 8>> [[Wife Interaction<-Continue the conversation]]

<<if $wifelocation == "Bedroom">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeonbed1.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Kitchen">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onkitchen2.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Bathroom">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/bath2.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "House">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onlivingroom1.png']]<</if>> <<set $datenow.setUTCHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 1)>> Sure my love, let me tell you about the witch's shack Sarah said, her voice taking on a mystical tone that captured Peter's attention. It was nestled deep within the forest, hidden from plain sight by overgrown vines and twisted branches. The wooden structure was old and dilapidated, barely holding together against the elements. Its windows were cracked, and the door hung crookedly from its hinges Sarah's words painted a vivid image in Peter's mind, and he could almost feel the chill of the damp air around the shack and hear the creaking groans of its timbers. Despite its poor condition she continued The shack seemed to possess an inexplicable energy, as if it were a living entity with secrets waiting to be discovered Peter leaned closer, his eyes wide with intrigue. What happened there? he asked, his voice barely a whisper. Legend has it Sarah began That a man, well-known for his cruel treatment of women, sought the witch's help for personal gain. He believed that he could manipulate her into granting him even more power over those he oppressed She paused for effect, allowing Peter's imagination to run wild with anticipation. But the witch, as powerful as she was, saw beyond his deceitful facade. She knew the darkness that lurked within his heart and decided to teach him a lesson Instead of granting his selfish request, she cast a spell upon him, slowly transforming him from a burly, arrogant man into a petite, vulnerable woman Sarah's gaze never wavered from Peter's, ensuring he understood the gravity of the story. Wait, so the witch changed this man into a woman? Just like that? Peter's eyebrows shot up, disbelief evident in his voice. Indeed Sarah confirmed. His new body became a reflection of the very people he had once tormented. In this form, he could no longer wield power over others through brute strength or intimidation. Instead, he faced the same challenges and vulnerabilities that women often do Peter's thoughts raced, trying to comprehend the magnitude of this transformation. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to walk in a woman's shoes, to face the world from a completely different perspective. Sarah he asked hesitantly Do you think there's any truth to this story?" Truth or not she replied, her eyes twinkling with playful mischief It serves as a reminder that we should always strive to understand and empathize with those who are different from us. Wouldn't you agree? [[Fempath 5<-Continue the conversation]]

<<if $wifelocation == "Bedroom">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeonbed1.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Kitchen">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onkitchen2.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Bathroom">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/bath2.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "House">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onlivingroom1.png']]<</if>> <<set $datenow.setUTCHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 1)>> Once the transformation was complete Sarah continued, her voice soft and steady as she painted a vivid picture in Peter's mind The man found himself in a world that suddenly made him feel small and powerless. He struggled to adapt to his new body, with its unfamiliar sensations and limitations Peter's eyes widened at the thought, trying to imagine what it would be like to lose all sense of control over one's own body. As he listened to Sarah's words, he felt an unexpected pang of empathy for the man in the tale. His once-muscular arms were now thin and delicate, forcing him to rely on others for help with even the simplest tasks that once was his she explained, her green eyes locked onto Peter's, urging him to envision the difficulties the man faced. He had to learn how to navigate a society that treated him completely differently, often harassed, dismissing or belittling him based on his newfound gender Sarah paused for a moment again, allowing the weight of her words to sink in. Peter could see the passion in her eyes, the conviction behind her story. It made him wonder if she had experienced some of these challenges herself. Over time, however, the man began to understand the true purpose of the witch's curse she continued As he served in a submissive role, he started to comprehend the importance of empathy and compassion. He learned the value of treating others with kindness and respect, regardless of their gender Peter couldn't help but think about his own relationship with Sarah, how much he cherished her and wanted to protect her. But did he truly understand her experiences as a woman? Did he grasp the unique challenges she faced in life? Through his struggles Sarah said The man finally grasped the weight of his past actions. He began to make amends and treat women with the dignity they deserved. In the end, the witch's spell had led him to grow and change for the better As Sarah concluded her tale, Peter felt a strange urge welling up inside of him. He longed to understand not only Sarah's experiences but also the female experience as a whole. He knew that if he ever hoped to truly connect with his beloved wife, he needed to find a way to bridge the gap between their worlds. Thank you for sharing that story, Sarah he said, his voice quiet and sincere. It really makes me think about how much I still have to learn...about you and about women in general Sarah smiled gently, reaching out to take Peter's hand. That's all any of us can do, my love, keep learning and growing together. And remember, no matter what form you take, you will always be the person I fell in love with [[Fempath 6<-Continue the conversation]]

<h2>Disclaimer</h2> All Characters are purely AI generated, any similarity with a real person is mere coincidence. This is a fiction involving adult themes, if you are underage you can't cantinue. <h3>Join the community</h3> Join the discord server to be updated and participate on game development. [[https://discord.gg/qHycEUUgdB <- Discord]] <h4>Help this project</h4> This project is constantly being updated thanks to the ones that support the development. [[https://patreon.com/user?u=2405264 <- Patreon]](Support Every Update) Subscribestar(Support Monthly) [[https://www.buymeacoffee.com/afeel <- Buy me a coffee]](Coffee) <<button "Continue" "GuideInfo">> <</button>>

<<newinv _shopInv>><<pickup _shopInv "Sailor Brown" 400 "Sailor Red and Blue" 400 "Red and White" 600 "Clothing Blue" 600 "Blue and Red" 250 "Merchant" 800 "Noble Blue" 5000 "Noble Green" 4800 "Noble White" 6000>> <h2>Sarah's prostituition outfits for sale:</h2> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/Prostitute_Blue1.png']][img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/Prostitute_Blue2.png']] Buy blue 1 Buy blue 2 [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/Prostitute_Red1.png']] [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/Prostitute_Red2.png']] Buy red 1 Buy red 2 [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/Prostitute_Dark1.png']] [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/Prostitute_Dark2.png']] Buy dark 1 Buy dark 2 [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/Prostitute_Transparent1.png']][img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/Prostitute_Transparent2.png']] [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/Prostitute_Transparent3.png']] [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/Prostitute_Transparent4.png']] [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/avatar/Prostitute_Transparent5.png']] Buy transparent 1 Buy transparent 2 Buy transparent 3 Buy transparent 4 Buy transparent 5 <<for _item, _amount range _shopInv.table>><<capture _item, _amount>><<set _linkText to '<<link "Buy">><<run $backpack.pickup("' + _item + '", 1)>><<run $backpack.drop("money", ' + _amount + ')>><<goto "Wolf Clothing">><</link>>'>> _item: _amount coins <<if $backpack.count('money') >= _amount>><<print _linkText>><<else>> (not enough coins)<</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> [[Go back|The Market]]

<<set $datenow.setUTCHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 1)>>The sun shone brightly overhead as Peter approached the bustling marketplace, filled with merchants peddling their wares and customers haggling for the best prices. The air was heavy with the scent of fresh produce, spices, and the unmistakable aroma of excitement as the crowd gathered around an unusual spectacle in the center. Curiosity piqued, Peter pushed his way through the throng to see what had captured everyone's attention. Make way, make way! shouted a man as he tried to get a better view. Amari's at it again! Again? thought Peter, rolling his eyes. He should have known that his best friend Amari would be the cause of the commotion. As he broke through the last line of onlookers, the sight before him was nothing short of bizarre: there was Amari, his tall, muscular frame locked in combat with both a burly man and his equally rotund pig, all three wrestling one another on the ground amidst a cloud of dust. Come on, you overgrown sausage! Amari taunted the pig, dodging its clumsy attempts to bite him. You're about as slow as your owner's wits! The crowd roared with laughter as the muscular man growled in frustration, grabbing at Amari only to find himself thrown off balance by his opponent's strength and agility. Peter couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation, marveling at Amari's ability to turn even the most heated scuffle. Get back here, you slippery eel! yelled the muscular man, red-faced and panting as he lunged for Amari once more. Ah-ah-ah, not so fast! Amari teased, sidestepping the man's advances and redirecting his momentum straight into the path of the charging pig. The resulting collision sent both man and pig tumbling to the ground, much to the amusement of the onlookers. Amari, what in the world are you doing? Peter shouted, shaking his head at his friend's antics. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/amari/amari.png']] Hey, Pete! Amari grinned, wiping sweat from his brow. Just teaching this guy and his porker some manners! They tried to cheat an old man out of his money! Of course they did Peter sighed, smiling in spite of himself. The chaos of the marketplace seemed to fade into the background as he watched Amari's good-natured bravado bring joy and laughter to those around him, even in the midst of a brawl.[[AmariStory1.1<-It was just another day with his best friend]], and Peter wouldn't have it any other way.

<h3>Walkthrough</h3> <<if $firstDreams == 1 || $firstDreams == 2 || $firstDreams == 3 || $firstDreams == 4>>Nostalgic Dreams: you have been dreaming lately. <</if>> <<if $firststoryat >= 0 && $firststoryat <= 9>>Suspicious activities at evenings: -meet Sarah at the living room at daytime(once a day). <</if>> <<if $firststoryat == 10>>Suspicious activities at evenings: -meet Erick at the market on daytime. <</if>> <<if $firststoryat >= 7 && $peterWifeSexNumber < 3>>Couple Sex: -ask Sarah to have sex (20hours delay between sex). <</if>> <<if $peterWifeSexNumber == 3 && $loki > 2>>Spice things up: -ask Loki to Sarah underestand more your desires. <</if>> <<if $peterWifeSexNumber == 4>>Spice things up: -something migh happen. <</if>> <<if $peterWifeSexNumber >= 6 && $peterWifeSexNumber <= 20 && $pChastity>>Sweet pain: -survive Sarah's teasing. <</if>> <<if $feminization == 5 || $feminization == 6>>Feminization Path: -ask Sarah about being a woman. <</if>> <<if $feminization == 7>>Feminization Path: -listen to what Sarah wants to say. <</if>> <<if $feminization == 8>>Feminization Path: -ask Sarah about the witch. <</if>> <<if $feminization == 8>>Feminization Path: -ask Sarah about the witch. <</if>> <<if $feminization == 9 && $lr <= 8>>Feminization Path: -continue the story untill you meet the warlock. <</if>> <<if $feminization == 9 && $lr > 8>>Feminization Path: -there are rumors of a warlock on the market.(After 6am) <</if>> <<if $loki == -2>>Feminization Path: -tell Sarah about meeting the witch. <</if>> <<if $m2fMicro > 0 && $m2f > 0>>Feminization Path: -(Cursed) Your body is changing? <</if>> <<if $feminization == 11>>Too shy for tavern? -Try working at the tavern. <</if>> <<if $feminization == 12>>The born of a Daughter -wait untill Sarah introduce $playerName to the tavern.(24h) <</if>> <<if $feminization == 13>>The born of a Daughter -wait untill Sarah introduce $playerName to the tavern.(24h) <</if>> <<if $francisStory == 1 && $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame < 20>>The glory inside of a hole -Francis is up to something, increase your prison fame... <</if>> <<if $elmerStory == 0>>(Prostituition storyline) An uninvited guest -triggers after choosing being male on feminization storyline or after prison when choosing female <</if>> <<if $peterWifeSexNumber == 5>>Surprise! -Sarah might have another surprise for you soon. <</if>> <<if !$askToSeeWife && $peterWifeSexNumber > 5 && $wifeCanCuck>>Ask to see? -You can ask Sarah to see her when she is with a client inside one of the tavern's room. <</if>> <<if !$wifeWillFuckAtBedroomTonight && $askToSeeWife>>Can I watch you at the tavern tomorrow? -You can ask Sarah for a key to see her when she is with a client inside one of the tavern's room tomorrow, but she will sleep with someone else today on your bedroom. <</if>> <<if $wifeWillFuckAtBedroomTonight && $askToSeeWife>>Expelled from your own room. -Sarah will let you spy on her tomorrow, but tonight you will sleep on the living room while she have fun. <</if>> <<if $loki == 1>>Loki: -ask around the market about Loki. <</if>> <<if $loki == 2>>Loki: -search Lowtown for Loki. <</if>> <<if $bluerocks >= 6 && $prisonStory == 2>>Prison: -the prisoners are behaving strangely... They might be planning something. <</if>> <<if $lr == null>>Lord Robert's (Tavern Questline): - you need to pay allowance to Lord Robert. <</if>> <<if $lr == 1 && $LRnot == 0>>Lord Robert's (Tavern Questline): - go talk to Lord Robert about opening an Inn. <</if>> <<if $lr == 3>>Lord Robert's (Tavern Questline): - wait untill Lord Robert is done with Sarah. <</if>> <<if $lr == 4>>Lord Robert's (Tavern Questline): - try making amends with with Sarah. <</if>> <<if $lr == 5>>Opening a Tavern: - ask Amari to build some furniture for the tavern (Streets). <</if>> <<if $lr == 6>>Opening a Tavern: - wait for Amari to sort the tavern (20 hours). <</if>> <<if $lr == 7>>Opening a Tavern: - Amari have finished the tavern, you can work there now. <</if>> <<if $LRnot == 1>>Opening a Tavern: - ask Amari to build some furniture for the tavern (Streets). <</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation > 1 >>Wife on a Tavern: - Sometimes you can check what Sarah is "working" on the tavern.Try raising her tavern fame. <</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation == 0 && $LRnot > 2>>Wife on a Tavern: - Sarah can get corrupted and "work" at the tavern. Some events might happen. <</if>> <<if $amariStory == 1>>Carpenter's Work: - <</if>>

<<set $datenow.setUTCHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 1)>>Damn, Amari, you really got yourself into a mess this time Peter thought as he watched his friend grappling with both the muscular man and the hefty pig. The crowd had grown even larger around them, their shock turning into excitement and amusement at the spectacle before them. Y'all better watch out! yelled Amari, his arms wrapped tightly around the pig's squirming body as he tried to maintain control over the slippery creature. I ain't lettin' neither of y'all get away with cheatin' that old man! [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/amari/fighting pig.png']] Get off my pig! shouted the muscular man, lunging forward and grabbing Amari's ankle in an attempt to free his porcine partner from Amari's grip. But Amari was quick on his feet, he swung his leg up high, using his powerful thighs to trap the man's head between them. Y'all thought I was easy prey, huh? Amari taunted, his voice full of bravado despite the sweat pouring down his face. Well guess what? This ain't my first rodeo! I've been wrastlin' since I was knee-high to a grasshopper, and I ain't never met a man, or a pig who could take me down! With a triumphant roar, Amari squeezed his thighs together, causing the muscular man to release his grip on Amari's ankle and stagger backward, clutching his head in pain. At the same time, Amari tightened his embrace around the pig, forcing it to submit to his strength. Alright, alright! You win! cried the defeated man, his face red from both exertion and embarrassment. The crowd erupted into cheers and laughter, clearly entertained by the outcome of the bizarre showdown. Damn right, I won! Amari declared, releasing the exhausted pig and standing tall, his chest puffed out with pride. He glanced around at the crowd, his eyes eventually landing on Peter. See that, Pete? That's how you put a cheat in his place! Peter couldn't help but smile as he shook his head, both amused and amazed by his friend's unyielding determination and unwavering confidence. In that moment, he knew there was no one else he'd rather have by his side, whether it was facing down con artists or embarking on new adventures together. And with Amari leading the way, there was no doubt in Peter's mind that their journey would be anything short of unforgettable. Amari, victorious but worse for wear, stood amidst the raucous crowd with an air of satisfaction. His pants were torn, his torso stained with a mix of sweat, mud, and pig feces, while fresh bruises adorned his face in a comical pattern that made him look like he had just lost a food fight rather than a wrestling match. Nevertheless, the grin on his face was undiminished as he basked in the cheers of the onlookers. Peter, my man! Amari called out, making his way through the cheering crowd. Did you see that? I took down both the muscle-head and his fat walking sausage! Peter couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of his friend, looking more like a mud wrestler than the fearsome fighter he was. He tried to hide his amusement but failed miserably, earning a [[AmariStory1.1.1<-mock-glare from Amari.]]

<<set $datenow.setUTCHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 1)>>Whew, we really need to get you cleaned up Peter said, his face scrunching up as he and Amari approached the bustling tavern. The lively atmosphere was palpable as they stepped inside; laughter and chatter filled the air, mingling with the earthy scent of ale and fire-roasted meat. Table for two, please Amari told the tavern keeper, who glanced at them warily before nodding toward an empty table in the corner. As they walked, the crowd's attention seemed to shift towards them, or more specifically, towards Amari. Man, I didn't realize how bad I smelled until just now Amari chuckled, sitting down heavily on one of the wooden benches. Patrons around them murmured and exchanged disgusted glances, their noses wrinkling in distaste. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/amari/smileAmari.png']] Are you kidding me? Peter asked incredulously, watching as people began to abandon their drinks and food to move away from them. The whole place can smell you! Looks like we've got ourselves a private section now Amari joked, slapping the table in amusement. Alright, Pete, let me tell you what I've been thinking Okay, I'm all ears Peter replied, relief washing over him as he focused on Amari's words instead of the stench radiating from him. Here's the thing: we're both skilled with our hands, right? And we've always talked about starting some kind of business together. So why not open a carpentry shop? We could make furniture, fix things up for people, maybe even build houses! Doesn't that sound great? Peter paused, considering the idea. It did sound appealing, and it would give them a chance to be their own bosses. He nodded thoughtfully. Actually, that sounds like a fantastic idea, Amari. We could use our talents to create something truly special Exactly! Amari exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. And with my charm and your, uh... what do you bring to the table again? Thanks, I think Peter grumbled, rolling his eyes at his friend's teasing. Seriously, though, we'd make a great team Amari continued. We could become the go-to carpenters in town, maybe even expand beyond that! Who knows? The possibilities are endless! Peter couldn't help but get swept up in Amari's excitement. It was true - they had always made an incredible team, and this idea offered them a chance to build something of their own. As they sat there, surrounded by the fading chatter and clinking of glasses, Peter knew that this was the start of a new chapter in their lives – one filled with opportunity, hard work, and the unbreakable bond of friendship. Amari, I'm in. Let's do this! Peter exclaimed, his eyes lighting up at the thought of working together with his best friend. Really? That's awesome! Amari beamed, clapping Peter on the back. I knew you'd see the potential in this! As they leaned in closer, discussing their plans, Peter couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging and purpose that he hadn't experienced in a long time. The idea of owning a carpentry shop with Amari seemed like the perfect opportunity to create something meaningful. Alright, then, let's talk details Peter said, rubbing his hands together eagerly. What kind of wood are we going to work with? And what sort of projects do you think we should start with? Great questions, my man! Amari grinned, stroking his chin thoughtfully. Well, first off, I think we should use only the finest woods, like balsa, or maybe even cardboard! It'll make for some real unique furniture Uh, Amari, those aren't exactly great choices for structural integrity Peter chuckled, shaking his head at his friend's overly enthusiastic approach. But we can definitely experiment with some more durable options, like oak or maple. Fine, fine Amari conceded, waving his hand dismissively. But hear me out, I've got some pretty wild ideas for our future designs. People will be lining up to buy our stuff, no doubt about it! Like what? Peter asked, genuinely curious about Amari's creative mind. Picture this: chairs, but with three legs instead of four! Revolutionary, right? Amari declared, his voice filled with excitement as he envisioned his bizarre creations. Revolutionary, maybe, but practical... not so much Peter replied, amused by Amari's boundless imagination. He briefly imagined their customers toppling over in the three-legged chairs, and couldn't help but chuckle. Alright, alright Amari grinned, admitting his idea might be a bit too out there. We'll stick to more conventional designs for now, but I still think we've got a real shot at making it big in this business! Absolutely Peter agreed, his heart swelling with pride as he envisioned the future they'd build together. As long as we put our hearts and souls into this, there's no way we can fail. Damn right! Amari agreed, raising his glass in a toast. To our new carpentry shop, and all the wild adventures that await us! Peter clinked his glass with Amari's, then took a swig of his drink. He knew that, with Amari by his side, anything was possible, even turning his friend's wacky ideas into a successful business. Amari, I've got to say, you've got some incredible ideas Peter said, admiration in his eyes as he looked at his best friend. I know we joked about the three-legged chairs, but your energy and creativity are really going to drive this business forward. Ha! Thanks, man. You know, with your steady hand and meticulous craftsmanship, I'm sure people will be lining up for our products Amari replied, flashing a charismatic grin. As they continued to discuss their plans, Peter couldn't help but reflect on the friendship between them. His thoughts wandered to the earlier fight, the way Amari had single-handedly taken down both the muscular man and his fat pig with sheer strength and finesse. It was an awe-inspiring sight, and Peter felt grateful to have someone like Amari in his life. Alright, let's get down to it Amari said, snapping Peter out of his reverie. We need to scout locations for our shop, stock up on tools and materials, and create some prototypes to show potential customers Absolutely, We could make the workingplace at my house Peter agreed, his determination rising. Let's split the tasks. You can start working on designs and prototypes while I prepare the place Deal! Amari agreed, reaching across the table to shake Peter's hand, sealing their agreement with a firm grip. And once we're set up, I'll handle the marketing and promotion. We'll make sure everyone knows about our amazing carpentry creations! Sounds like a plan Peter nodded, his excitement palpable. He knew that together, they would create something truly special. Here's to our future success, my friend Amari said, raising his glass once more. Cheers! Peter replied, clinking glasses with Amari again before taking a sip of his drink. As they continued to chat late into the night, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of anticipation for what lay ahead. With Amari by his side, he knew they were unstoppable, and their future as carpenters was [[Streets<-filled with endless possibilities.]] <<set $amariStory to 1>>

<<set $datenow.setUTCHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 1)>> Go ahead, laugh it up Amari said, feigning annoyance. But you can't deny, I got the job done True, true Peter admitted, still grinning. You never cease to amaze me, Amari [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/amari/shittedAmari.png']] Damn right! Amari replied, beaming with pride. Without warning, he pulled Peter into a tight, affectionate hug, completely disregarding his own filthy state. Peter grimaced as the stench and muck enveloped him, but he couldn't bring himself to push Amari away. Their bond was stronger than any temporary discomfort or embarrassment. Alright, alright Peter said, gently extricating himself from Amari's grip. I'm proud of you, but maybe we should get cleaned up before celebrating any further Not right now Amari said, releasing his friend. We've got a lot to discuss, Pete Well, I'm Intriged Peter agreed, swelling with gratitude and admiration for his best friend. Even through the stenches and stains of their current situation, he knew that together, they could face whatever life threw at them. And with Amari by his side, there was [[AmariStory1.2<-no challenge too great or adventure too wild to conquer.]]

<h3>Tavern</h3><<if $LRnot > 0>><<set _var to "NLR">><<else>><<set _var to "">><</if>> <<if $lr == 7>><<set $lr to 8>><<goto LR8>><</if>> <<if $LRnot == 3>><<goto "FirstTimeTavern">><</if>> <<set $currentpassagename to state.history[0].variables["current"]>> <<if $feminization == 13>><<goto "PetraOnTavern1">><</if>> <<link "Wait">><<goto "Upstairs">><</link>> <<if $tavernDirty > 50>><<link "Clean Tavern Dirtiness">><<set $tavernDirty to Math.clamp($tavernDirty + -50, 0, 500) >><<set $timenow to ($timenow + 600000)>><<goto "Upstairs">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $tavernCumOnGround > 50>><<link "Clean Tavern Stains">><<set $tavernCumOnGround to Math.clamp($tavernCumOnGround + -50, 0, 500) >><<set $timenow to ($timenow + 600000)>><<goto "Upstairs">><</link>> <</if>> /*============================================*//*Get Varuables and Sarah location*/ <<set _trueClientsLength to 0>><<set $randomWifeServing to 0>> <<set _randomNumber to random(1, 4)>><<for _i to 0; _i lt 5; _i++>><<if $arrayClientName[_i] != null && $arrayClientName[_i] != "">><<set _trueClientsLength += 1>><</if>><</for>> <<if $wifelocation == "Tavern">><<set _randomWifeServing to random(0, 6)>><<else>><<set _randomWifeServing to -1>><</if>>/*If Wife is on tavern do...*/ <<if _randomWifeServing != null>><<set $randomWifeServing to _randomWifeServing>><</if>> /*============================================*//*Event with customer*/ <<set _randomWifeSexAct to random(0, 100)>><<set _randomWifeSexActChance to random(0, 100)>> <<if ($arrayClientName[$randomWifeServing] == null || $arrayClientName[$randomWifeServing] == "") && _randomWifeServing != -1>> /*CODE TO SHOW SARAH ON LOCATION HERE*/ <<if $creampieCheck == 0>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeontavern'+1+_var+'.png']] [[Wife Interaction<-Your Wife Is Here]] <</if>> <<if $creampieCheck == 1 && $SarahTavernCaughtCheating>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeTavernCum'+_randomNumber+_var+'.png']] [[Wife Interaction<-Your Wife Is Here]] <</if>> <<if $creampieCheck == 1 && !$SarahTavernCaughtCheating>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeontavern'+1+_var+'.png']] [[Wife Interaction<-Your Wife Is Here]] <</if>> <<elseif _randomWifeServing != -1>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation >= 50 && _randomWifeSexActChance >= 0 && _randomWifeSexActChance <= ($tavernWifeReputation / 10)>> <<if $arrayClientName[$randomWifeServing] == "Clients" || $arrayClientName[$randomWifeServing] == "Guards" || $arrayClientName[$randomWifeServing] == "Mercenaries" || $arrayClientName[$randomWifeServing] == "Merchants" || $arrayClientName[$randomWifeServing] == "Old Men" || $arrayClientName[$randomWifeServing] == "Old Perverts">> [img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Structure/silhouette3.png']]<<set _goldRdm to ($tavernWifeReputation / 6)>>You see your wife [[Spy Key Redirect<-entering a room with some johns]] <<set _nm to $arrayClientName[$randomWifeServing]>>(_nm)<<set $sarahwith to $arrayClientName[$randomWifeServing]>><<set $arrayClientName[$randomWifeServing] to "">> /*CODE TO SET SARAH ON/AFTER SEX ACT HERE*/ <<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $tavernWifeReputation += 3>><<set $tavernCumOnGround += 30>> <<set _rndmGangbangNumber to random(5, 15)>><<set _rndmTimesFucked to random(1, 3)>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 50, 0, 100) >> <<set $wifeOral to ($wifeOral + (_rndmGangbangNumber * _rndmTimesFucked))>><<set $wifeLastOral to $sarahwith>><<set _rndmTimesFucked to random(1, 2)>> <<set $wifeVaginal to ($wifeVaginal + (_rndmGangbangNumber * _rndmTimesFucked))>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to $sarahwith>><<set _rndmTimesFucked to random(1, 2)>> <<set $wifeAnal to ($wifeAnal + (_rndmGangbangNumber * _rndmTimesFucked))>><<set $wifeLastAnal to $sarahwith>> <<set $wifeTimesCreampied to ($wifeTimesCreampied +(_rndmTimesFucked * _rndmGangbangNumber))>> <<else>><<set _rndm to random(1, 2)>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Structure/silhouette'+_rndm+'.png']]<<set _goldRdm to ($tavernWifeReputation / 10)>>You see your wife [[Spy Key Redirect<-entering a room with a john]]<<set _nm to $arrayClientName[$randomWifeServing]>>(_nm)<<set $sarahwith to $arrayClientName[$randomWifeServing] >><<set $arrayClientName[$randomWifeServing] to "">> /*CODE TO SET SARAH ON/AFTER SEX ACT HERE*/ <<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $tavernWifeReputation += 1>><<set $tavernCumOnGround += 10>> <<set _rndmTimesFucked to random(1, 3)>><<set _sextype to random(1, 4)>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 20, 0, 100) >> <<if _sextype == 1>> <<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to $sarahwith>><<set _rndmTimesFucked to random(1, 2)>> <<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to $sarahwith>><<set _rndmTimesFucked to random(1, 2)>> <<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to $sarahwith>> <<set $wifeTimesCreampied to ($wifeTimesCreampied +_rndmTimesFucked)>><</if>> <<if _sextype == 2>> <<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to $sarahwith>><<set _rndmTimesFucked to random(1, 2)>> <<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to $sarahwith>><<set _rndmTimesFucked to random(1, 2)>> <<set $wifeTimesCreampied to ($wifeTimesCreampied +_rndmTimesFucked)>><</if>> <<if _sextype == 3>> <<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to $sarahwith>> <<set $wifeTimesCreampied to ($wifeTimesCreampied +_rndmTimesFucked)>><</if>> <<if _sextype == 4>> <<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to $sarahwith>><<set _rndmTimesFucked to random(1, 2)>> <<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to $sarahwith>> <<set $wifeTimesCreampied to ($wifeTimesCreampied +_rndmTimesFucked)>><</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> <<set $currentClientWants to ["", "wants a beer","signals for a beer","wants some honey mead","needs something to eat","wants some wine","signals that he wants anything to drink"]>> /*============================================*/ <div class="image-container"> <<set _noRepeatedName to ["","","","","",""]>><<set _repeatedCounter to 0>> <<for _i to 0; _i lt 5; _i++>> <<for _j to 0; _j lt 5; _j++>> <<if $arrayClients[_i] != 0 && $arrayClientName[_i] == $arrayClientName[_j]>><<set _repeatedCounter += 1>><</if>> <<if _repeatedCounter > 1>><<set $arrayClients[_j] to 0>><<set $arrayClientName[_j] to "">><<set $tavernDirty += 2>>/*also increases dirtyness*/<</if>> <</for>> <<set _repeatedCounter to 0>> <<if $arrayClients[_i] != 0 && $arrayClientName[_i] != null && $arrayClientName[_i] != "">><<if _randomWifeServing != _i>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/'+$arrayClientName[_i]+'/sitting.png']]<div class="bottomOfImg-text">[[$arrayClientName[_i]]]</div><</if>> <<if _randomWifeServing == _i>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/'+$arrayClientName[_i]+'/wifed.png']]<div class="bottomOfImg-text">[[$arrayClientName[_i]]]</div><div class="centered-text">You see Sarah serving them</div><<pickup $backpack 'money' 5>><<set $tavernFame to Math.clamp($tavernFame + 2, 0, 500)>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 3, 0, 100) >><</if>> <<set _randomNumber to random(0, 100)>> <<set _randomAction to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randomNumber >= 0 && _randomNumber <= 5>><<set $tavernDirty += (_randomAction *$arrayClients.length)>>/*also increases dirtyness*/<</if>> <<if _randomNumber >= 10 && _randomNumber <= 20 && $tavernDirty >= 500 && $tavernFame >=10 >><<set $tavernFame -= 1>>/*if dirt >=500 chanceto decrease tavern fame*/<</if>><<if _randomNumber >= 20 && _randomNumber <= 23 && $tavernCumOnGround >= 100>><<set $tavernWifeReputation += 1>>/*if CumOnGround >=100 chanceto increase wife tavern fame*/<</if>> <<if _randomNumber >= 90 && _randomWifeServing != _i>><div class="centered-text">$arrayClientName[_i] $currentClientWants[_randomAction] - <<link "serve him">><<goto "Upstairs">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 2>><<set $tavernFame to Math.clamp($tavernFame + 1, 0, 500)>><</link>></div><<else>><</if>> <</if>> <</for>> </div> <<button "<<Living Room" "House">>\ <<set $varA += 10, $varB += 10>>\ <</button>> Tavern Reputation: $tavernFame Tavern Dirtyness: $tavernDirty<<if $tavernDirty >= 500>> Tavern too dirty! Tavern Fame might decrease!<</if>> Tavern Stains On Ground: $tavernCumOnGround<<if $tavernCumOnGround >= 100>> Tavern too covered in stains! People notices! Tavern Wife Reputation might increase!<</if>> Tavern Wife Reputation: $tavernWifeReputation - <<set _cheatChance to ($tavernWifeReputation / 10)>>_cheatChance% chance of cheating <<if $tavernWifeReputation >=50 && $tavernWifeReputation < 100>>Rumors on streets that your wife is serving people while naked in this tavern.<</if>><<if $tavernWifeReputation >=100 && $tavernWifeReputation < 150>>Rumors on streets that your wife is flirting with customers.<</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation >=150 && $tavernWifeReputation < 200>>Rumors on streets that your wife is being very touchy with customers.<</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation >=200 && $tavernWifeReputation < 250>>Rumors on streets that your wife do handjobs to paying customers.<</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation >=250 && $tavernWifeReputation < 300>>Rumors on streets that your wife do blowjobs to paying customers.<</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation >=300 && $tavernWifeReputation < 350>>Rumors on streets that your wife is having sex with paying customers<</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation >=350 && $tavernWifeReputation < 400>>Rumors on streets that your wife is a whore in this tavern.<</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation >=400 && $tavernWifeReputation < 450>>Rumors on the town that your wife is a whore in this tavern.<</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation >=450 && $tavernWifeReputation < 500>>Rumors on parts of the kingdom that your wife is a whore in this tavern.<</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation >=500 && $tavernWifeReputation < 600>>Rumors on the whole kingdom that your wife is a whore.<</if>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'house/upstairs.png']] Working hours: 10:00 to 24:00 CHEATS: <<if $tavernWifeReputation < 500>><<link "+50 Tavern Wife Reputation">><<set $tavernWifeReputation to Math.clamp($tavernWifeReputation + 50, 0, 500)>><<goto "Upstairs">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $tavernFame < 1000>><<link "+100 Tavern Fame">><<set $tavernFame to Math.clamp($tavernFame + 100, 0, 1000)>><<goto "Upstairs">><</link>> <</if>> <<if !$wifeLetsPeterCheckCreampie>><<link "Make Sarah let you check her butt">><<set $wifeLetsPeterCheckCreampie to true>><<goto "Upstairs">><</link>><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Arthur/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "Arthur">> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Black Guard/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "Black Guard">> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to "CuckBlackOral1">><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckBlackVaginal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 1)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckBlackAnal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to "CuckBlackOral1">><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckBlackVaginal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 1)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckBlackAnal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Black Merchant/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "Black Merchant">> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to "CuckBlackOral1">><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckBlackVaginal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 1)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckBlackAnal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to "CuckBlackOral1">><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckBlackVaginal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 1)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckBlackAnal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Client/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "Client">> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Clients/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "Clients">> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to "CuckBlackOral1">><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVag_dp'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal_gb'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to "CuckBlackOral1">><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVag_dp'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal_gb'+_rand)>><<if _rand == 3>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckGb1')>><</if>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Edmund/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "Edmund">> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Erick/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "Erick">><<set $pimpsSarah to true>> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Fat Man/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "Fat Man">> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Fat old pervert/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "Fat old pervert">> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Guard/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "Guard">> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Guards/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "Guards">> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to "CuckBlackOral1">><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVag_dp'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal_gb'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to "CuckBlackOral1">><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVag_dp'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal_gb'+_rand)>><<if _rand == 3>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckGb1')>><</if>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Mercenaries/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "Mercenaries">> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to "CuckBlackOral1">><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVag_dp'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal_gb'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to "CuckBlackOral1">><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVag_dp'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal_gb'+_rand)>><<if _rand == 3>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckGb1')>><</if>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Mercenary/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "Mercenary">> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Merchant/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "Merchant">> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Merchants/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "Merchants">> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to "CuckBlackOral1">><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVag_dp'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal_gb'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to "CuckBlackOral1">><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVag_dp'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal_gb'+_rand)>><<if _rand == 3>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckGb1')>><</if>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Midget/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "Midget">> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Neighbor/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "Neighbor">> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/New Customer/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "New Customer">> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Old Black Guy/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "Old Black Guy">> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to "CuckBlackOral1">><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckBlackVaginal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 1)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckBlackAnal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to "CuckBlackOral1">><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckBlackVaginal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 1)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckBlackAnal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Old Man/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "Old Man">> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Old Men/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "Old Men">> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to "CuckBlackOral1">><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVag_dp'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal_gb'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to "CuckBlackOral1">><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVag_dp'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal_gb'+_rand)>><<if _rand == 3>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckGb1')>><</if>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Old Perverts/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "Old Perverts">> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to "CuckBlackOral1">><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVag_dp'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal_gb'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to "CuckBlackOral1">><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVag_dp'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal_gb'+_rand)>><<if _rand == 3>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckGb1')>><</if>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Old Trader/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "Old Trader">> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Poor Man/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "Poor Man">> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to "CuckBlackOral1">><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckBlackVaginal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 1)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckBlackAnal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to "CuckBlackOral1">><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckBlackVaginal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 1)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckBlackAnal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Tim/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "Tim">> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Timothy/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "Timothy">> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Tom/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "Tom">> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Young Pervert/sitting.png']] <<set _npcName to "Young Pervert">> <h2>_npcName</h2> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">><<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesNiceToPeter.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesNiceToPeter[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> <<if $pimpsSarah>><h3>Ask</h3> <<link "Offer him to have sex with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarah1">><</link>><</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarah1">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarah.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarah[_randomIndex] _npcName said. <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Mouth" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahMouth">><</link>> 30 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Vagina" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahVag">><</link>> 40 coins <<link "Offer him to have Sarah's Asshole" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAss">><</link>> 60 coins <<link "Offer him to do whatever he wants with Sarah" _npcName>><<set $promptDialogNPC to "sexSarahAll">><</link>> 80 coins <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahMouth">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 30>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahVag">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 40>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAss">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 60>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "sexSarahAll">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.length - 1)>> $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo[_randomIndex] $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll[_randomIndex2] _npcName said as he handles you the coins. <<link "Take the coins">><<pickup $backpack 'money' 80>><<set $sarahPimpedTo.push(_npcName)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastOral to _npcName>><<set $wifeLastAnal to _npcName>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 80, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifeIsBusy3Hours to true>><<set $wifeIsBusyFuckingTimer to $datenow>> <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex == 1>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckOral'+ _rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex == 2 || _randSex == 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVaginal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal'+_rand)>><</if>> <<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogNPC == "">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/magic.png']] But amidst this vibrant cityscape, a more mysterious and clandestine element wove its way through the lives of its inhabitants. Magic, while undeniably present, was considered a taboo subject for most of the population. Stories circulated of powerful wizards and sorceresses hiding in plain sight, practicing their arcane arts in secret. Ordinary citizens often whispered about magical phenomena they had witnessed or heard about, but these tales were largely dismissed as superstition or exaggeration. Peter had always been intrigued by the idea of magic, wondering what it would be like to wield such power. He glanced around furtively, scanning his surroundings for any hint that a spell was being cast or an enchantment at work. Contrary to popular belief that magic was derived from demonic forces, Peter believed that magic could be harnessed for good purposes. Though he never caught a glimpse of actual magic, he couldn't shake the feeling that it was there, lurking just beneath the surface of everyday life. Another peculiarity of this world was the scarcity of women. It was widely accepted and understood that women were rare, which led to a significant social imbalance between the sexes. As such, women were often used for pleasure, breeding, and mostly as sexual objects in society. No one knows why women are so rare to be born, the gods probably wanted to be that way and no one questions it, its just natural to be improbable to have child that is not a male. Even though males still live a long life, about 80 years, women that are born tend to live at least 20 times more than that, while still having juvenile cells that gives the aparence of a forever youth, maybe the gods wanted to make it up for the discrepancy of ratio male/female that are brought to this world, so people could still reproduce, each pregnancy would last only about 30 days. Given by their beautiful nature and the scarcity of women in this world meant that each one was used for reproduction, prostituition or any ways of sexual satisfaction for this misogenyst world, if not born on a noble family. Most men lived out their days [[3-4 2<-never finding a wife]] or female companion, relegated to lives of loneliness and having to resort on Prostitutes or signing up for a registered "Woman Breeder" if they want a son.

[img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/knights.png']] As he continued walking, he passed by a group of Holy Knights and kingdom guards, sternly patrolling the streets in search of supposedly magic users. Their presence was both reassuring and intimidating, as Peter secretly sympathized with those who sought to master the arcane arts. Keep your eyes open - one of the guards barked at his companions. Peter quickened his pace, eager to put distance between him and the soldiers. He couldn't help but ponder what might happen to those captured for practicing magic. Would they be imprisoned? Executed? Or perhaps something even worse awaited them. It was a fate he hoped never to discover firsthand. Despite the challenges brought about by the scarcity of women and the presence of hidden magic, the city remained a bustling and lively place. Its residents went about their daily lives, adapting to the peculiarities of their world and making the best of the hand they'd been dealt. But even Holy Knights paled in comparison to the influence held by one man: [[LRIntroduction<-Lord Robert.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/lordrobert.png']] An old man with a dark soul, with his grim personality and insatiable appetite for control, had wormed his way into every aspect of the kingdom's affairs. His political power was vast, and he used it to manipulate those around him, maintaining his grip on the city through fear, bribery, and other unsavory means. Lord Robert's actions had far-reaching consequences, corrupting the city and its inhabitants like a virulent disease. Peter could see the signs of this decay everywhere he looked: the desperate faces of the poor and downtrodden, the sly glances exchanged between corrupt officials, and the ever-present tension that hung heavy in the air. In his own mind, Peter couldn't help but wonder what it would take to break free from Lord Robert's stranglehold. He imagined a world where the people were no longer at the mercy of such a vile, selfish ruler. Instead, they would prosper under a benevolent leader, one who valued the well-being of the kingdom and its citizens above all else. Peter himself were no exepction to Lord Robert's influence, as Peter was Lord Robert's son-in-law and were living in a [[March 4th<-house rented by the Lord.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'city/streets.png']] [[7-8<-...First day of March...]]

The door creaked open, revealing Sarah's tear-streaked face and red-rimmed eyes. Peter took in her disheveled appearance, feeling a fresh wave of guilt wash over him. She had retreated into herself, crossing her arms over her chest as if to shield herself from further harm. Alright she whispered hoarsely, staring intently at the floor to avoid meeting his gaze. You can come in. Her voice was cold, distant. Thank you Peter said quietly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He could see her anger simmering just beneath the surface, her jaw tense and her shoulders rigid. In that moment, he understood just how deeply he had hurt her. Sarah he began hesitantly, trying to find the right words to express the turmoil in his heart. I... I don't know what to say. I'm so sorry. Save it, Peter she snapped, finally looking up to meet his gaze with a fiery intensity. You think an apology is enough to make up for what you did to me? What you let them do to me? [img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/angrywife.png']] Of course not he replied, his voice trembling. I know I can never truly make amends for what happened. But I want to try. Try? Sarah scoffed, her anger flaring. How can you possibly understand what I've been through? You stood there and waited while they.. Sarah, please! Peter interrupted, desperation evident in his voice. I know I failed you. I should have done something, anything, to stop it. But I was scared. I didn't know what to do. Scared? she echoed bitterly, her voice wavering. You were scared? What about me, Peter? I thought I was going to die. God, Sarah Peter choked out, his eyes filling with tears. I'm so sorry. I would have done anything to take your place, to spare you from that horror. Would you? she asked, her voice barely a whisper. Would you really have taken my place? Without hesitation he replied firmly, looking deep into her eyes. You mean everything to me, Sarah. I love you more than life itself. Sarah stared at him for a long moment, searching his face for any hint of deceit. Then, to his surprise, she took a shaky step towards him. Peter she said softly, her anger beginning to subside. Do you promise... Do you promise to never let anything like this happen again? I swear on my life, Sarah he vowed, his heart aching at the weight of her pain. I will do whatever it takes to protect you, to make sure you never have to suffer like this again. For a moment, the room was silent, as if the world itself was holding its breath. Then, slowly, Sarah uncrossed her arms and reached out to Peter, her fingers trembling as they brushed against his. Alright, Peter she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. I'll give you a chance. But don't you ever forget what happened. Never he promised, his hand closing around hers in a tight, determined grip. And in that moment, amid the darkness and despair that surrounded them, a small flicker of [[LRAmends2<-hope began to burn.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/amari/amariHouse.png']] <<set $datenow.setUTCHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 1)>> Peter strolled up to Amari's house, taking in the modest dwelling and its welcoming charm. The small garden out front was well-tended. Amari's home featured a two-story rooftop, which seemed to be an odd architectural choice, but Peter couldn't deny it added character to the place. Ah, Amari's humble abode Peter mused as he approached the door. I wonder if he's finished that sculpture he was working on last week. He raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door, the sound echoing through the otherwise quiet neighborhood. To his surprise, Amari's voice called out from somewhere above him. Coming, Pete! Hold your horses! Amari shouted, his voice booming with its usual charisma. Peter tilted his head back, searching for the source of the disembodied voice. He squinted against the sunlight, shielding his eyes with one hand. Amari? Where are you? Peter asked, a hint of confusion in his voice. Up here, buddy! Amari replied. The voice was definitely coming from somewhere outside the house, and Peter couldn't help but feel perplexed by his friend's antics. Wh-what are you doing up there? Peter thought to himself, blinking in disbelief. It's not like Amari to risk breaking his neck just for the sake of a joke. Never mind me, I'll be right down! Amari reassured, his tone playful and full of energy. Alright, just be careful Peter called back, shaking his head with a mixture of amusement and concern. You know how Sarah worries about you. Ha! Don't worry, mate. She's not the only one looking out for me Amari responded, his laughter carrying through the air. Peter leaned against the doorway, waiting patiently for his friend to make his grand entrance. He couldn't help but smile at the thought of Amari scaling the walls like some sort of mischievous cat. It was just another day in the life of being friends with Amari, and [[AmariTalkTavern1<-Peter wouldn't have it any other way.]]

<<set $datenow.setUTCHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 1)>>Peter's eyes widened in surprise as, instead of descending the side of the house like a nimble cat, Amari tumbled through the air with limbs flailing. The shock was twofold: not only was Peter's best friend falling from the two-story rooftop, but he was also completely naked. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/amari/amariFalling.png']] Amari! Peter shouted, his heart leaping into his throat as he rushed forward to break his friend's fall. But before he could even take two steps, Amari landed on the ground with an echoing thud and a grunt of pain. Damn it all... Well, that wasn't exactly the hero landing I was going for Amari groaned, rolling onto his back with a wince. He flashed a sheepish grin at Peter, who stood frozen in shock, staring wide-eyed at his naked friend. Guess I'm not quite as graceful as I thought, huh? Amari... What the hell were you thinking? Peter demanded, his voice wavering between concern and disbelief. You could've broken your neck! And why on earth are you naked? Ah, well, you see... Amari began, rubbing the back of his head as he awkwardly tried to sit up. I may or may not have been practicing some, uh, unconventional climbing techniques. You know me, always trying to push my limits! He chuckled nervously, avoiding eye contact with Peter. Amari, seriously Peter pressed further, furrowing his brows as he tried to comprehend the situation. Why were you up on your roof naked? Ah, come on, Pete! Amari exclaimed with a dismissive wave of his hand. You're too focused on the small details. You know what they say about curiosity and the cat.he said hoping to divert Peter's attention. Peter sighed, not entirely satisfied with Amari's evasive response, but decided not to push the matter any further. His mind wandered to the reason for his visit in the first place. Alright, forget it. I actually came here to ask you a favor, Amari. Sure thing, buddy! What do you need? Amari asked, his eyes lighting up with genuine interest as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to regain some semblance of dignity despite his lack of clothing. Well, I have been thinking about opening up a tavern in my house. We could really use your talent in carpentry to help us make some furniture. Would you be up for that? Peter explained, his tone hopeful as he pictured the cozy atmosphere they wanted to create. Of course, man! Amari enthusiastically replied, momentarily forgetting his current state of undress. I'd be honored to help you and Sarah out. Just let me know what kind of furniture you're looking for, and I'll get right on it. Thanks, Amari. I really appreciate it Peter said, relief washing over him as he mentally checked off one task from his seemingly endless to-do list. However, his thoughts quickly returned to the bizarre nature of their conversation. He couldn't help but wonder what had possessed Amari to climb his roof without a stitch of clothing on, but he knew better than to dive back into that rabbit hole. Some things, he supposed, were [[AmariTalkTavern2<-better left unexplained.]]

With the agreement to help in place, Peter and Amari stepped out of the house, the warm sun casting a golden glow on their surroundings. Amari was still blissfully unaware of his nakedness as they began walking down the cobblestone street, discussing the details of the furniture needed for the tavern. Alright, let's start with the barstools Peter said, trying to keep his focus on the task at hand. We'll need about six of them, I think. Sturdy, but comfortable. Six barstools coming right up! Amari exclaimed, using his hands to gesticulate wildly as he described his vision. I'm thinking wooden seats, maybe with a bit of padding, and some nice ironwork for the legs. How's that sound? Sounds perfect, actually Peter replied, nodding in approval. He could already see the rustic charm of the stools fitting perfectly into the cozy tavern atmosphere he and Sarah had envisioned. His mind raced, imagining their friends and neighbors gathered around, laughter and conversation filling the air. It was a comforting thought, one that momentarily distracted him from the absurdity of his current situation. A few passersby cast curious glances in their direction, causing Peter to snap back to reality. He suddenly realized that Amari was still very much naked, and that they were drawing quite a bit of attention as they strolled through the neighborhood. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/amari/amariNPeter.png']] Uh, Amari Peter began hesitantly, not wanting to embarrass his friend but knowing he had to address the issue. You, um, you do realize you're still... well, naked, right? [[AmariTalkTavern3<-Amari's eyes widened in horror]] as he looked down at his nude form, which he had somehow managed to forget about amidst their enthusiastic planning.

Amari furrowed his brow for a moment, then glanced down and let out a gasp. Oh, by the gods! How could I forget? The realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. I need to fix this! Heart pounding, Amari took off running, desperately trying to cover himself with his hands. Unfortunately, in his state of panic, he failed to notice that he was sprinting in the wrong direction, away from his house. Amari, wait! Peter called after him, concern and amusement mingling in his voice. That's not the way to your house! [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/amari/amariRunning.png']] Wrong way! Your house is the other way! Peter called out between heaving breaths, but Amari was already a blur in the distance, his long legs carrying him further and further away from his intended destination. As Peter rounded a corner, he skidded to a stop, clutching his side. His chest heaved with exertion, and he struggled to catch his breath. Damn, Amari's fast, he thought, wiping sweat from his brow. I need to work on my stamina. Leaning against a nearby wall for support, Peter tried to calm his racing heart. He couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. Sarah isn't going to believe this when I tell her, he mused, [[AmariTalkTavern4<-shaking his head.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/amari/amariRunningBack.png']] Just then, Peter spotted Amari sprinting back toward him, finally on the correct path to his house. That's it, Amari! You're going the right way now! Thanks for the update, Peter! Amari shouted over his shoulder, his face flushed with embarrassment and exertion. I owe you big time for this one! Damn it Amari! Peter replied, laughing as he watched Amari disappear around another bend, heading home to reclaim his dignity and clothes. Peter knew he'd never let Amari live this down, but deep down, he appreciated the ridiculous adventure they'd just shared. It was just another reminder of their unbreakable bond and the fact that true friends [[AmariTalkTavern5<-were always there for each other]] - through laughter, tears, and even the most embarrassing moments.

<<set $datenow.setUTCHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 1)>><<set $lr to 6>> <<set $timerAmariBuildTavern to $datenow>><<if $LRnot == 1>><<set $LRnot to 2>><</if>> Peter took a deep breath, composing himself before he finally approached Amari's house. Raising his hand to knock on the door, Peter was greeted with the sight of a fully dressed Amari, who swung it open with an apologetic grin plastered across his face. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/amari/amari.png']] Peter, my man! I am so sorry about all that confusion earlier he said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. Amari, you certainly know how to make a scene Peter replied, chuckling at the memory of his friend's naked sprint through town. But we have more important matters to discuss. Right, right Amari agreed, his demeanor shifting into a more serious tone. You need some furniture for the new tavern you're opening, don't you? Exactly Peter nodded. I am really excited about it, and I want everything to be perfect. I trust your craftsmanship. Consider it done, my friend! Amari clapped Peter on the shoulder, his broad grin returning. I'll start working on those tables and chairs immediately. You can count on me. Thanks, Amari. I know your work will be top-notch as always. Peter couldn't help but feel grateful for such a dependable friend, even if he sometimes caused a bit of chaos in the process. Hey, what are friends for, right? Amari winked. Now, let's get down to business. What kind of wood do you want me to use? Any specific design preferences? As they discussed the details of the furniture, Peter marveled at how quickly Amari could switch from one extreme to another - from a naked daredevil to a responsible and skilled craftsman. It was just one of the many reasons he cherished their friendship. Alright, Peter Amari said, once they had finalized the details. I'll get started on this right away. I promise you won't be disappointed. I never am Peter grinned, clapping Amari on the shoulder before turning to leave. As he walked away from the house, his thoughts drifted to the tavern and the new chapter that awaited him and Sarah. And with Amari by their side, he knew it would be an [[Streets<-adventure worth remembering.]]

As Sarah's fingers trembled against Peter's, he felt a surge of determination. He knew he had to make things right and give Sarah the life she deserved. Taking a deep breath, he ventured a suggestion. Sarah, I've been thinking... We could start anew by opening this tavern together. You could make the preparations and you could serve.. Sarah's eyes widened in disbelief, and she pulled her hand away from his. The anger that had only just begun to dissipate came rushing back like a tidal wave, her voice rising with indignation. Are you serious, Peter?! After everything that's happened, you want me to serve drinks to strangers? To let them leer at me and touch me? She clenched her fists, her body visibly trembling with frustration. I can't believe you'd even suggest such a thing! Peter hesitated, taken aback by her outburst. He searched for the words to explain himself, but they seemed to vanish before he could form them. Inside, Sarah was wrestling with her own storm of emotions. Her rational mind understood Peter's intentions, but her heart screamed in protest, still raw from the recent events. Sarah, I... I didn't mean it like that he stammered, desperation creeping into his voice. I thought it could be a fresh start for us, an opportunity to work together and rebuild our lives. I'd never let anyone hurt you again, I swear. As Peter spoke, Sarah's gaze flickered between his eyes and the floor beneath her feet. A part of her wanted to believe him, to trust that he could keep her safe and provide for their future. But at the same time, another part of her recoiled from the idea of exposing herself to more vulnerability and potential harm. Peter she said slowly, her voice thick with conflicting emotions. I understand that you want to make things right. But the thought of being around strange men, even in a tavern we own... It terrifies me. I don't know if I can do it. Please, Sarah Peter implored, reaching out to her once more. I'll be there with you every step of the way. We'll make it work, together. And if at any point you feel unsafe or unhappy, we'll find another way. I just want us to have a chance at a better life. Sarah looked into his earnest eyes, trying to reconcile the man she loved with the man who had failed to protect her. She knew he was sincere in his desire to change their lives for the better, but the weight of her anger and fear continued to drag at her heart. Alright, Peter she said at last, her voice barely above a whisper. I'll consider it. But I need time to think, and to heal. Peter watched as Sarah's jaw tightened, [[LRAmends3<-her eyes narrowing into a glare.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/sarahtalking1.png']] The tension in the room escalated, like an invisible force pressing down on him. The walls seemed to close in on them, the air growing heavier with each passing moment. Peter, do you have any idea what I went through? she hissed, her voice seething with rage. How it felt to be used like that, and all because of your foolishness? You say you want to make amends, but what can you possibly do to erase that pain? Peter swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her anger crashing against him like waves upon the shore. Her words cut deep, but he knew she was right. He had failed her, and now he had to find a way to fix it. Sarah, I... he began, his voice trembling with desperation. I know there's nothing I can do to take back what happened. But I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. I'll do anything, whatever it takes. Anything? Sarah scoffed, her green eyes flashing with a mix of fury and mistrust. You say that now, but how do I know you won't just let me down again? Peter reached out to her, his hand shaking with determination. I promise, Sarah. I'll protect you from now on, no matter what. I'll do everything in my power to ensure your happiness and safety. As the intensity of their conversation grew, so did Peter's resolve. He could feel the fire inside him, fueling his determination to make things right. He knew he couldn't change the past, but he would do everything within his power to create a better future for them both. Look, I understand if you don't trust me right now he said, holding Sarah's gaze. But please, give me a chance to prove my devotion to you. I'll work tirelessly, day and night if I have to, just so we can have the life we deserve. Sarah stared at him, her eyes searching his face for any hint of insincerity. The anger still burned within her, but Peter could see a flicker of something else in that fiery gaze – a spark of hope, perhaps. Fine she said finally, her voice tight with restrained emotion. But know this, Peter: if you fail me again, it won't only be our lives that are ruined. It will be our love as well. Peter nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of her words. He would do everything in his power to repair their relationship and rebuild the trust that had been shattered. For Sarah, [[LRAmends4<-he would move mountains if he had to.]]

<<set $lr to 5>> Thank you, Sarah Peter said, his voice thick with emotion. I promise I won't let you down. As he looked into her eyes, he saw the walls she had built around herself begin to crumble. Slowly, her stiff posture softened, and the tension in her jaw eased. Despite the pain they had endured, there was still a flicker of love within her that refused to be extinguished. Alright Sarah conceded, taking a deep breath. We'll give this tavern idea a try. But we do it together, as partners. No secrets, no lies. Just us, working side by side to create something good out of all this darkness. Agreed Peter replied, relief washing over him. They had a long road ahead of them, but at least they would be walking it hand in hand. In this moment, a tenderness enveloped them, their connection deeper than ever before. Tentatively, Peter reached out and took Sarah's hand, feeling the warmth of her skin against his own. The contact between them felt like a small victory, a sign that their bond could withstand even the harshest of storms. Sarah, I want you to know that I love you more than anything in this world Peter whispered, his eyes locked onto hers. And I'm going to spend the rest of my life proving that to you. A tear slid down Sarah's cheek, but for the first time in what felt like an eternity, it wasn't born from anger or despair. Instead, it was a testament to the love that still lingered between them, even in the face of adversity. Peter, I've never stopped loving you either she admitted softly, squeezing his hand. But we have a lot of work to do if we're going to mend my trust in you. [img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/peterNSarahTalk.png']] I know Peter acknowledged, his voice steady and determined. But I believe in us, Sarah. Together, we can make it through anything. In that moment, they shared a look of understanding and renewed commitment to one another. Their journey would be difficult, but Peter knew that as long as they faced it together, [[House<-their love would endure.]]

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> The heavy wooden door creaked as Peter stepped into his new tavern, the scent of freshly cut wood and polished brass mingling with the faint aroma of spilt ale. He paused in the doorway, his heart sinking as he spotted Lord Robert and Sarah already present. The lord sat in a high-backed armchair, legs crossed and fingers tapping on the dark wood of the table before him. Sarah stood off to the side, her eyes downcast and her hands wringing the hem of her apron. [img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/robertOnTavern.png']] Ah, Peter Lord Robert said, his voice cold and measured. I see you've finally arrived. Lord Robert Peter replied, trying to keep the tremor from his voice. He glanced at Sarah, taking in the sad curve of her lips and the fear in her eyes. It felt like an icy hand clenched around his heart, squeezing it tight. What brings you here? Isn't it obvious? Lord Robert asked, smirking. His grey eyes were stormy, devoid of warmth or kindness. I've come to see your little venture firsthand. Peter swallowed hard, his discomfort growing under the weight of the lord's gaze. He forced himself to stand taller, asserting his place in his own establishment. Well, I hope you find it to your liking. Indeed Lord Robert said, his voice dripping with disdain. He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers and studying Peter with a predatory intensity. Your wife certainly seems to be playing her part well. Sarah's cheeks flushed a deep crimson at the mention of her name, and she looked away, unable to meet Peter's eyes. A knot of worry twisted in his stomach, and he could only imagine what thoughts raced through her mind. Sarah's always good, whatever she does Peter said, his voice strained with tension. We're both working hard to make this tavern a success. Of course, Sarah is indeed very good Lord Robert replied, his lips twisting into a cruel smile. And I'm sure you are working hard. Let's not forget who your true benefactor is, though. The reminder of their debt to the lord hung heavy in the air, making Peter's chest feel tight and constricted. He knew that no matter how hard they worked, they would never truly escape the grasp of Lord Robert and the power he held over them. But for now, all he could do was grit his teeth and bear it. Of course, my lord Peter said, bowing his head in deference. We're grateful for your support. See that you remember that Lord Robert warned, his eyes dark and unyielding. Peter nodded silently, feeling his stomach churn with unease as he glanced at Sarah once more. She looked so small, so vulnerable under the weight of Lord Robert's oppressive presence. It made him feel helpless, unable to protect the woman he loved from the whims of a man who wielded power like a weapon. But they had no choice, not if they wanted to keep their dream of the tavern alive. So, with a deep breath, Peter put on a brave face and stepped further into the room, determined to make the best of the situation [[LR8TavernTalk1<-no matter how difficult it might be.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/robertOnTavern.png']]<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> Peter's gaze swept over the dimly lit tavern, taking in the rough wooden tables and the flickering candles that cast dancing shadows on the walls. He could almost taste the atmosphere of camaraderie and merriment he had envisioned for this place when he had first dreamed of opening their own establishment. But as his eyes settled on Lord Robert, seated at the bar with a somber expression, any trace of joy evaporated. Ah, Peter Lord Robert called out, waving him over with an imperious gesture. Congratulations on your opening day. I simply had to be your first patron. Thank you, my lord Peter replied stiffly, forcing a smile onto his face as he approached the nobleman. Your wife tells me she'll be working here as a waitress Lord Robert continued, nodding at Sarah, who stood nearby with downcast eyes. A fine idea, if you ask me. It's good to see her contributing to the family business. Peter clenched his fists at his sides, acutely aware of the unspoken assertion of control lurking beneath Lord Robert's words. Yes, my lord Peter managed through gritted teeth, swallowing down his indignation. We're both committed to making this venture a success. Excellent Lord Robert said, leaning back in his seat and appraising the room with a critical eye. I trust I'll be well taken care of while I'm here? Of course, my lord Peter assured him, his mind racing as he weighed each word carefully. We aim to provide only the best service and finest fare for our patrons. See that you do Lord Robert warned, narrowing his eyes as he took a slow sip of his ale. And remember, the success of this establishment reflects on me as well, so don't disappoint. Understood, my lord Peter said, bowing his head slightly. As much as he resented Lord Robert's overbearing presence, he knew that crossing him would only put their [[LR8TavernTalk2<-livelihood and Sarah's safety at risk.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/robertOnTavern.png']]<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 30, 0, 100) >> Peter's hands trembled as he wiped down the counter, his nerves fraying under the weight of Lord Robert's presence. Sarah's sadness in her eyes was unmistakable. The flickering candlelight cast shadows across the room, and Peter could feel the oppressive atmosphere closing in on him. I must remind you that this charming little establishment is my property, and you owe me a considerable sum of money for it.The smirk on his face making Peter's stomach churn. He emphasized every word, driving home his dominance over Peter and their situation. Of course, my lord. We will repay our debt to you as soon as we are able Peter replied, his voice strained with the effort to maintain his composure. Good. I expect nothing less Lord Robert said, taking another sip of his ale. He paused, his gaze fixed on Sarah as she approached their table. And speaking of expectations, I have a request – no, an order – regarding your lovely wife. Peter's heart pounded in his chest, dread building up inside him. An order, my lord? Indeed Lord Robert continued, his eyes never leaving Sarah. I've noticed that the other taverns, waitresses wear uniforms, yet Sarah does not have one. From now on, she will wear a specific uniform while working here. This is not optional, Peter. Very well, my lord Peter acquiesced, swallowing the bile that rose in his throat. We will make sure she wears the required attire. Excellent, but since this is also my spectacular establishment an ordinary attire won't do. Lord Robert replied, his grin widening at the sight of Peter's discomfort. As he raised his ale in a mocking toast, Peter's mind raced with anger, frustration, and fear, knowing that he had no choice but to obey the cruel nobleman's demands. Make no mistake, Peter Lord Robert said, his voice low and menacing. I expect you both to fulfill your obligations to me or there will be consequences. Peter clenched his fists, the muscles in his arms tensing as he fought to control his emotions. He knew that defying Lord Robert would be dangerous, not only for himself but also for Sarah. As much as it pained him to submit to the man's whims, he had to protect his wife at all costs. Understood, my lord Peter murmured, his eyes fixed on the floorboards beneath his feet. The weight of Lord Robert's dominance settled on his shoulders like a leaden cloak, and he knew that their lives [[LR8TavernTalk3<-would never be the same.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/robertOnTavern.png']]<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 50, 0, 100) >> Before I leave, let me show you the uniform I've chosen for Sarah Lord Robert said with a twisted smile. He reached into a bag he had brought with him and pulled out a delicate, see-through white dress. The thin fabric seemed to shimmer in the dim light of the tavern, offering only the faintest hint of modesty. It was clear that when worn without undergarments, it would leave little to the imagination. Peter's heart clenched as he stared at the provocative garment, his face burning with humiliation and rage. He could barely contain his anger at the thought of his wife being exposed in such a manner, but he knew that he had no choice but to accept Lord Robert's demands. Remove your clothing, Sarah Lord Robert commanded, his eyes dark and unyielding. Right here, my lord? she asked hesitantly, her voice small and trembling. Indeed he replied, his gaze drifting between Peter and Sarah. I already know your body quite well, dear Sarah. There's no need to be shy With every word, Lord Robert taunted Peter, his cruel voice echoing through the empty tavern. Peter's fists tightened, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to maintain control. Please forgive me, Peter Sarah whispered, her eyes glistening with tears. She began to undress, her hands shaking uncontrollably as she unbuttoned her simple blouse and slipped off her skirt. As Sarah reluctantly stepped into the scandalous uniform, Peter's mind reeled with a torrent of conflicting emotions fury at Lord Robert, guilt for allowing this to happen, and a desperate desire to protect his wife from further humiliation. His chest tightened, [[LR8TavernTalk4<-feeling suffocated by the oppressive atmosphere]] created by Lord Robert's presence.

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 50, 0, 100) >> Knuckles white, Peter clenched his fists in an attempt to hold back his rage. His eyes darted between Sarah and Lord Robert, the tension in the room tangible. He watched as Sarah's slender fingers fumbled with the offending garment, her vulnerability palpable. Remember, dear Sarah Lord Robert purred, savoring every moment of his control over them. I expect you to wear this each time you serve at my new establishment. Y-yes, my lord Sarah whispered, barely audible. Her gaze never met Peter's, though he could see the fear in her eyes. As she slipped on the scandalous dress, Peter felt a knot in his stomach tighten, filled with humiliation and despair. It was one thing for Lord Robert to toy with him, but to involve Sarah in such a degrading manner was unbearable. The room seemed to shrink around him, choking out any possibility of defiance or escape. Very good, Sarah Lord Robert praised mockingly, circling her like a predator admiring its prey. I must say, the uniform suits you quite well. He laughed cruelly, delighting in Peter's discomfort. Enough! Peter finally snapped, unable to bear the sight of his wife being tormented any longer. But even as the word escaped his lips, he knew it held no power over Lord Robert. He was trapped, forced to witness the degradation of the woman he loved. Ah, Peter Lord Robert sneered, turning his attention to him. Always so protective, aren't you? I'm pleased that you understand your position here. He stepped back, his eyes lingering on Sarah's exposed form before glancing back at Peter with a sinister smile. Know your place, tavern keeper Lord Robert said coldly. Your debts have tied your hands, and I can do as I please. Sarah will wear what I choose, and you will watch. Peter's heart ached with the realization of his powerlessness. He wanted nothing more than to protect Sarah, to shield her from Lord Robert's twisted whims. But he couldn't. The crushing weight of their financial obligations bound him, forcing him to accept the cruel reality that they were at the mercy of this merciless man. As Lord Robert left them alone in the dimly lit tavern, Peter's eyes met Sarah's once more. He saw the silent plea for forgiveness, the fear etched across her face, and he knew that somehow, they would find a way to [[LR8TavernTalk5<-survive this ordeal together.]]

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 50, 0, 100) >> The lingering scent of wine and stale ale filled the air as Lord Robert's eyes flickered with cruel satisfaction. He surveyed the scene before him: Sarah, trembling in the sheer dress he had chosen for her, and Peter, fists clenched at his sides, struggling to hold back his outrage. Ah, what a delightful evening Lord Robert drawled, savoring the moment. I believe I've made my point quite clear, haven't I? Peter's jaw tightened as he forced himself to nod, swallowing the bitter taste of humiliation. The cold stone floor beneath his feet seemed to echo the helplessness that gripped his heart. Good Lord Robert said with a nod, his voice dripping with condescension. It's important that we all understand our roles here. Every muscle in Peter's body tensed as he watched Lord Robert step towards Sarah, his intentions clear. He wanted to scream, to tear the man away from her, but he knew it would only bring more suffering upon them both. Before I take my leave, let me remind you once more who holds the power in this charming establishment Lord Robert murmured, his breath hot on Sarah's cheek as he leaned in close. [img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/robertNSarahKiss.png']] As their lips met, the world seemed to crumble around Peter. He could feel the sting of humiliation like salt in an open wound. But even amidst the torment, one thought rang out louder than ever: This cannot go on. Remember this moment well, tavern keeper Lord Robert whispered, finally breaking away from Sarah. Your debts have bound you, but remember that the chains can be broken. All you need do is find the key. With that, Lord Robert turned on his heel and strode towards the door, the soft click of the latch echoing through the now-silent tavern. As Peter looked into Sarah's tear-filled eyes, he vowed that somehow, they would find the means to [[LR8TavernTalk6<-break free from this cruel man's grasp.]]

<<set $lr to 9>> The door creaked shut, leaving an oppressive silence in its wake. Peter's heart thudded in his chest as he struggled to regain control over his breathing. He stared blankly at the spot where Lord Robert had just stood, the man's venomous words still echoing in his ears. Peter Sarah whispered, her voice trembling with barely contained emotion. She clutched the edges of the provocative dress, trying to cover herself as best she could. Sarah he breathed, finally tearing his gaze away from the door and focusing on his wife. The sight of her vulnerable state was a swift kick to his gut, igniting a flame of anger deep within him. Are you alright? he asked, attempting to bridge the distance between them. Sarah nodded hesitantly, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. I... I'm fine. It's just... humiliating. Come Peter said, swallowing hard. He guided Sarah towards the small office in the back of the tavern, closing the door behind them to give them some semblance of privacy. Let me help you change out of this... thing he muttered, his words laced with disgust. As he carefully removed the dress from her body, his mind raced, mapping out possible paths that could lead them to freedom. Peter, what are we going to do? Sarah asked, her voice barely audible. He looked into her eyes, noting the fear and despair that lurked there, and realized that he couldn't afford to let his own emotions overpower him. They needed a plan, a way to break free from Lord Robert's influence. First, we're going to find a way to pay off our debt to that bastard he said, determination seeping into his voice. We'll work day and night if we have to. Once we're free from that burden, we'll have more options. Peter, it's not just about the money Sarah murmured, tears streaming down her cheeks. He holds power over us in so many ways... I don't know if we can ever truly escape him. Listen to me Peter said firmly, gripping her shoulders and looking directly into her eyes. We will find a way. We're stronger together, Sarah, and I refuse to let that man control our lives any longer. Sarah nodded, burying her face in Peter's chest as they held each other close. In that moment, they made a silent promise to one another: they would fight for their future, their love, and their dignity. [[House<-And someday, they would be free from Lord Robert's twisted grasp.]]

<<set _clientName to $arrayClientName[$randomWifeServing]>> Peter paced back and forth, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited in disbelief. Sarah had entered the room with a tavern client, and he could hear the soft click of the door closing behind them. A lump formed in Peter's throat as he imagined what was happening inside those closed doors. Bitterness and jealousy welled up within him, mixing with a strange excitement that he couldn't deny. He gave it some time, trying to quell the emotions rising within him, but after several agonizing minutes, he could take it no longer. Trembling, Peter approached the door to see what was happening inside. He heard a soft click and realized that someone must have unlocked it from the inside. He quickly devised a plan and grabbed a broom, pretending to sweep the floor nearby. The door opened and and the client emerged, hastily buckling belt. Peter didn't pay much attention, as his attention were entirely on what was after the client - Sarah, with fresh streams of cum glistening on her flushed face, the smell of sex on her. His heart sank as he realized what had just happened in that room. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/cumSurprisedSarah.png']] Sarah's eyes widened in surprise seeing Peter looking at her, obviously covered in semen she had no excuses, her mouth slightly agape like a child caught in the act of mischief. Hi Love, I was cleaning this room and I spilled some soap on me by mistake. - She was obviously lying as if testing for Peter's reaction. Both of them were keenly aware that Peter's reaction would have a profound impact on their relationship dynamics. [[SarahCaughOK<-Surrender to the arousal and accept it.]](Sarah will like it, + 50 Sarah Tavern Reputation (+5% Cheating chance)) [[SarahCaughNO<-Tell her that you don't want her going on the rooms with anyone else.]](Sarah Tavern Reputation will reset, 0% Cheating chance if other means are not taking effect (such as Loki's Deals)) [[SarahCaughBAD<-Tell her that you don't want her working here anymore.]](Peter will loose the help of Sarah on the Tavern Forever)

<<set $wifeCanCuck to true>><<set $wifePerversion to ($wifePerversion + 20)>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 50, 0, 100) >> That is ok my love, soap is good for skin, be careful next time. - Peter couldn't believe the words comming out of his mout, how could he say such things? He not only accepted that she had been unfaithful, he also suggested said it would have another time. Sarah's shameful face turned into a mischievous smirk as she heared Peter sentence. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/cumMischievousSarah.png']] But of course Peter, next ones I might do it on purpouse just to get a perfect skin for you my love. She said teasingly. <<set $tavernWifeReputation to Math.clamp($tavernWifeReputation + 50, 0, 500)>> Leaving Peter only more aroused and [[Upstairs<-wondereing what was to come.]]

<<set $wifeTavernBanned to true>> Peter had enough, he couldn't bear cheating on his own Tavern. Sarah took it too deep and Peter had to show it to her. She was now forbidden of comming to the Tavern with or without Peter. Sarah knew what she was doing was wrong. She gave Peter a sad look trying her best to hide her shame, she marched quickly towards the Bath to clean herself, Peter didn't noticed her tears forming [[Upstairs<-as she walked away.]]

<<set $tavernWifeReputation to 0>> Sarah knew what she was doing was wrong. She gave Peter an acknowledge look trying her best to hide her shame, she marched quickly towards the Bath to clean herself in silence as Peter wonder [[Upstairs<-what to do about the situation.]]

<<set _rndm to random(1, 4)>><<set _gotopassage to "SarahNClient"+_rndm>> <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 50, 0, 100) >> <<if $SarahTavernCaughtCheating == false>> <<set $SarahTavernCaughtCheating to true>><<goto SarahCaught1>> <<elseif $sarahwith == "Clients" || $sarahwith == "Guards" || $sarahwith == "Mercenaries" || $sarahwith == "Merchants" || $sarahwith == "Old Perverts" || $sarahwith == "Old Men">> <<goto SarahNClients1>> <<elseif $sarahwith == "Midget">> <<goto SarahNClientMidget>> <<else>> <<goto _gotopassage>><</if>> Sarah with >> <<button "<<Return" "Upstairs">><</button>>

<<newinv _shopInv>><<pickup _shopInv "Sailor Brown" 400 "Sailor Red and Blue" 400 "Red and White" 600 "Clothing Blue" 600 "Blue and Red" 250 "Merchant" 800 "Noble Blue" 5000 "Noble Green" 4800 "Noble White" 6000>> <h2>Items for sale:</h2> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/mannekin/Sailor Brown.png']][img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/mannekin/Sailor Red and Blue.png']] [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/mannekin/Red and White.png']] [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/mannekin/Clothing Blue.png']] [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/mannekin/Blue and Red.png']] [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/mannekin/Merchant.png']] [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/mannekin/Noble Blue.png']] [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/mannekin/Noble Green.png']][img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/mannekin/Noble White.png']] <<for _item, _amount range _shopInv.table>><<capture _item, _amount>><<set _linkText to '<<link "Buy">><<run $backpack.pickup("' + _item + '", 1)>><<run $backpack.drop("money", ' + _amount + ')>><<goto "Wolf Clothing">><</link>>'>> _item: _amount coins <<if $backpack.count('money') >= _amount>><<print _linkText>><<else>> (not enough coins)<</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> [[Go back|The Market]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Structure/taverndoor1.png']]<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> The dimly lit hallway of the tavern cast eerie shadows on the worn wooden floorboards as Peter cautiously approached the locked door of the room where Sarah, entered with a client. His curiosity piqued, he felt a knot tightening in his stomach, a mix of apprehension and intrigue. The faint scent of stale ale and sweat permeated the air, adding to the heavy atmosphere. He leaned in closer to the door, pressing his ear to the rough wood, straining to hear the conversation happening inside. Every muffled voice or unidentified sound fueled his imagination, making his heart race even faster. Please, be gentle Sarah's delicate voice pleaded through the walls. Of course, sweetheart replied the deep, masculine voice of the client. Peter's thoughts raced as he tried to decipher what was happening beyond the door, the images of his beloved wife entangled with a stranger causing a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within him. He clenched his fists tightly, fighting the urge to barge into the room and put an end to the encounter. Sarah he thought, his mind clouded with worry and jealousy. What have you become? And why am I so drawn to this side of you? As Peter stood there, listening intently to the scene unfolding behind the locked door, he became increasingly aware of his own submissive nature and the complexity of his feelings towards Sarah and her hidden desires. But for now, all he could do was stay rooted to the spot, torn between the need to protect and the curiosity that drove him ever closer to the edge. Peter's pulse quickened as he heard the unmistakable sound of a belt being unbuckled. The metallic clink of the buckle sent shivers down his spine, stirring something deep within him. A vivid image of Sarah's delicate hands undoing the stranger's pants filled Peter's mind, causing warmth to spread through his body. Tell me what you need Sarah's muffled voice cooed from behind the door, her words dripping with seduction. Your mouth came the low, rumbled response. Peter's heart hammered against his ribcage, and he sucked in a sharp breath, trying to remain silent. He could feel an uncomfortable tightness growing in his pants, but shame pulled at him, reminding him of the situation he was in - standing outside his wife's door, eavesdropping on her intimate encounter with another man. Like this? Sarah asked playfully, her voice barely audible. Exactly like that the client sighed, a tone of satisfaction evident in his words. Please, more he murmured after a moment. Of course big guy Sarah teased back. Peter leaned even closer to the door, his breath coming in shallow gasps. The mixture of Sarah's sultry voice and the wet sounds intoxicated him, making it difficult to think straight. The conflicting emotions of desire and jealousy warred within him, but he couldn't tear himself away from the door. Is that good for you? Sarah asked softly, her voice laced with mischief. Amazing the client groaned in response. Peter could feel his arousal growing stronger with each passing moment, fueled by his wife's intimate whispers and the knowledge that her mouth was touching another man. He fought against the urge to touch himself, knowing he was in a public setting and couldn't risk being discovered. Keep going… just like that the client urged, his voice strained with pleasure. Are you close? Sarah purred, her words barely audible through the thick wooden door. Very the man admitted, his breathing labored. Peter's internal struggle intensified as the sounds from behind the door grew more heated. His need for release was almost unbearable, but he knew he couldn't act on it here. As the encounter seemed to be drawing to a close, Peter forced himself to step back from the door, swallowing hard as he attempted to regain some semblance of composure. He retreated to the safety of the balcony, trying his best to appear nonchalant as he leaned against the railing. Sarah emerge from the room, a smile on her lips. Everything okay, honey? she asked innocently, but there was a glint of mischief in her eye that only Peter could detect. Y-yeah, everything's fine he stammered, his voice betraying his arousal. Sarah flashed him that enigmatic smile once more before turning to go about her day, leaving Peter to grapple with his [[Upstairs<-conflicting emotions and desires.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Structure/taverndoor1.png']]<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> The creaking floorboards beneath Peter's feet seemed to echo through the dimly lit tavern as he cautiously approached the locked door of the room where his wife, Sarah, was with her client. The worn wooden door stood imposingly before him, its dark surface marred by scratches and dents from years of use. He swallowed hard, his curiosity piqued and his heart racing with an odd blend of excitement and apprehension. Sarah he whispered to himself, trying to remind himself that this was his wife behind the door, the woman he loved deeply and would do anything for. He couldn't help but feel a strange mix of protectiveness and submissive longing as he imagined her inside the room, her petite frame wrapped in her usual seductive attire, her blonde hair cascading over her pale skin and green eyes sparkling with mischief. Peter leaned in closer to the door, straining to hear any conversation happening inside. It was difficult to make out much at first, just a low murmur of voices interspersed with faint sounds of movement. As he listened more intently, he could discern the rich timbre of a man's voice, speaking confidently and directly to Sarah. But what were they saying? What was transpiring between them? Perhaps it's not too late Peter thought, his chest tightening with conflicting emotions. Perhaps I can still put a stop to this Yet, deep down, he knew they both had chosen this path. His nature made it near impossible for him to ask her to end her clandestine activities. Please, don't let her get hurt he silently prayed, knowing full well the risks she took every time she met with a stranger behind closed doors. Peter's love for Sarah was unwavering, even as he struggled with his own desires and fantasies. He knew he was powerless to stop her, and in some twisted way, it thrilled him. Focus Peter reminded himself, pressing his ear against the cold wood. He strained to hear any details that would paint a clearer picture of what was happening inside the room, hoping to quell his mounting curiosity and anxiety. As the muffled sounds of conversation continued, Peter couldn't help but feel both aroused and tormented by his own imaginings of Sarah's encounters with these unknown men. Peter's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins. The forbidden nature of his eavesdropping only heightened his arousal. His breath caught in his throat as he heard a sharp slapping sound echo between smaller ones, as if they were having sex and she got slapped from within the room. Did she just get slapped? Peter wondered, his mind racing with vivid images of Sarah's beautiful butt being struck by the client's hand. The idea both horrified and excited him, and he felt his body respond in ways he couldn't control. His palms grew clammy against the cold door, his heart raced, and a familiar stirring arose within his loins. Sarah, you really are something else came the muffled voice of the client, admiration clear in his tone. Your skin turns such a lovely shade of pink when it's been smacked. Tha.. Thank you... S... Sir Sarah replied hesitantly, her voice slightly strained but still seductive. Her words were like daggers to Peter's heart, but they also fueled the burning fire of desire deep within him, just as the little moans that were escaping her mouth. Tell me, whore, do you enjoy this? the client asked, his voice low and intense. I... I do, sir. Sarah admitted, her voice barely more than a whisper. Peter could almost see the blush spreading across her cheeks, a sight that was both endearing and painfully erotic. Good. It pleases me to have such a delightful plaything the man said, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. The sex sound was non stop the whole conversation and with each moan and word exchanged between Sarah and the client, Peter's arousal grew stronger, as did his sense of shame. He knew he shouldn't be indulging in these fantasies, yet he found himself unable to pull away. His hand trembled as it hovered above the growing bulge in his pants, torn between the desire to touch himself and the fear of being caught. Get a grip, Peter he chastised himself internally, taking a shaky breath. This isn't right. But even as he tried to convince himself, his body betrayed him, reacting with undeniable hunger to the illicit [[SarahNClient2.1<-sounds coming from the room.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Structure/taverndoor1.png']]<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> Sarah the client said, his voice heavy with lust. I want you to count each strike for me. Y-yes, sir. Sarah stammered, and Peter could almost feel the anticipation radiating from her. The loud slapping between the sex sound started once more, and with each count that fell from Sarah's lips, Peter's arousal surged higher, threatening to overwhelm him completely. He knew he was crossing a line, but there was no turning back now; the pull of temptation was far too strong. And as Sarah's voice grew more strained, choked with apparent pleasure, Peter could only imagine her beautiful face. The muffled sounds of Sarah's voice became more distinct, accompanied by the unmistakable rhythm of bodies moving together. Harder he heard Sarah moan, her voice husky with desire. Please, I can take it. Are you sure? the client asked, his tone teasing and filled with amused confidence. Y-yes Sarah panted, her voice wavering between vulnerability and lust. I want you to give me everything you've got. Peter's chest tightened with a mixture of jealousy and fascination. The intensity of his arousal was nearly unbearable, fueled by the passionate exchange happening just beyond the door. As much as he wanted to look away, to distance himself from the tantalizing sounds, he couldn't resist the magnetic pull they had on him. Who would have thought such a petite thing like you could be so insatiable? The client said, his breath heavy with exertion. I must admit, I'm impressed. Th... Thank you, sir Sarah replied, her voice laced with desire and a hint of mischievous pride. Let me see that pretty face of yours, one last time before we're done the client demanded, urgency in his voice. Of course, sir. Sarah acquiesced, a sultry giggle escaping her lips. Listening to the erotic symphony unfolding before him, Peter felt his body respond with fervor, even as shame gnawed at the edges of his conscience. His hand once again hovered over his throbbing arousal, every muscle tense with the unfulfilled urge to touch himself. Focus, Peter he thought, attempting to regain control of his spiraling desires. You can't let yourself fall prey to this temptation. You're better than this. But as the room filled with the sounds of Sarah teasing the client, pushing him to the brink of ecstasy, Peter knew that he was already in far too deep. His mind and body were held captive by the intoxicating scene, unable to resist the [[SarahNClient2.2<-dark allure of his hidden desires.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Structure/taverndoor1.png']]<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> The unmistakable moans and sounds of her orgasm echoed through the door, causing Peter's heart to race with anticipation. His grip on the wooden frame tightened as he fought the urge to burst into the room and claim what was rightfully his. The mingling of desire and jealousy twisted like a bittersweet storm in his chest. Naughty girl, the client grumbled, his voice deep and authoritative. You know better than to tease me like that. Sorry, sir, Sarah purred, feigning innocence. I couldn't help myself. You just make me feel so... good. Peter's knuckles whitened as he clenched his fists, trying to resist the longing that coursed through him. His loins ached with the need for release, but he knew he couldn't indulge himself here, not in the public setting of the tavern. He imagined the surprised faces of the patrons should they discover his secret voyeurism and the humiliation that would surely follow. Damn it. He muttered under his breath, forcing himself to focus on anything but the tantalizing scene unfolding behind the locked door. Alright, let's try this again. The client said, an air of impatience seeping into his words. But remember, you're here to please me, not the other way around. Of course, sir. Sarah replied, her sultry voice dripping with seduction. I promise to behave myself this time. Good girl the client praised, followed by another distinct slapping sound, sending shivers down Peter's spine. Peter leaned against the wall, his legs weakened by the intensity of his desire. He knew he was treading on dangerous ground; the line between fantasy and reality blurring with each passing moment. Please... sir Sarah whimpered, her voice strained with want. "I need more." Patience, my dear. The client replied, his tone menacingly calm. I'll give you what you need when I'm ready. Peter's mind raced with vivid images of their entwined bodies, his jealousy a constant companion to the arousal that threatened to consume him. He bit his lip, trying to stifle a groan as he struggled with the overwhelming desire to touch himself. But he knew he couldn't surrender to his fantasies here, not when the consequences would be so dire. Stay strong, Peter he whispered to himself, closing his eyes in an attempt to regain control. But even with his eyes shut, the haunting sounds of pleasure seeping through the door served as a continuous reminder of the forbidden scene playing out just beyond his reach. Peter's heart pounded in his chest as he listened to the crescendo of gasps, moans, and labored breathing coming from behind the door. His fingertips dug into the wooden wall, betraying the ferocity of his internal struggle. Ah... I'm so close... yes! The client groaned, his voice heavy with lust. Please... Sarah whispered breathlessly, urging him on. Peter's jaw clenched, a tortured mix of need and jealousy coursing through him. As the client reached his climax, Peter fought against his own mounting desire for release. He imagined Sarah's flushed face, her body trembling under the weight of their shared ecstasy – an image that only served to heighten his torment. Damn it, he thought, squeezing his eyes shut. I can't let anyone see me like this. Thank you, sir, Sarah purred, her voice laced with satisfaction. You were incredible. Likewise, my dear, the client replied smugly, catching his breath. I'll be sure to visit again soon. Looking forward to it. She said sweetly. Peter's instincts kicked in, sensing the end of their encounter. The desperation to avoid being caught intensified, and he knew he needed to act fast. With a deep breath, he pushed himself off the wall and hurried to the safety of the balcony, hoping no one would notice the urgency behind his movements. Act casual, just act casual. He repeated in his head, feigning nonchalance as he leaned against the railing, his gaze fixed on the bustling crowd below. As his heart rate began to slow, Peter tried to push the vivid images from his mind, focusing instead on the mundane sights and sounds around him. He couldn't risk being discovered, not when so much was at stake. But despite his efforts, the echoes of Sarah's passionate pleas and the client's triumphant grunts remained, a haunting reminder of the [[Upstairs<-intimate act between his wife and another man.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Structure/taverndoor1.png']]<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> Peter couldn't help but be drawn to the locked door, his heart racing as he approached cautiously. He knew Sarah, his beautiful and petite wife, had entered the room with several clients, and curiosity gnawed at him relentlessly. Peter's brow furrowed as conflicting emotions of concern and desire swirled once more within him. Hey whore, you've got quite a mouth on you a deep voice boomed from behind the door, followed by raucous laughter. Thank you, sir Sarah replied coyly, her sweet voice barely audible through the thick wooden barrier. Did someone just called Sarah a whore Peter thought as he leaned in closer to the door, he tried to steady his breathing while straining to make out more of the conversation. He could feel the excitement building in him as he listened to Sarah interact with the men. Are you ready to show us what else you can do? another man asked, his tone dripping with lust. Of course, gentlemen. Sarah purred. Peter's pulse quickened, his mind ablaze with images of what might be happening inside the room. A part of him felt guilty for eavesdropping, but his nature left him unable to resist the allure of his wife's hidden desires. Show us that pretty little body of yours commanded yet another voice. Yes sir. Sarah murmured, the seductive lilt in her voice sending shivers down Peter's spine. Listening intently, Peter imagined Sarah revealing herself to the men, each one eager to take their turn with her. He knew that she harbored a secret longing to have him watch her exploits, but the thought of actually participating terrified him. And yet, as he stood outside that locked door, he couldn't deny that a part of him found it all incredibly enticing. Such a good girl. One of the men praised, and Peter could almost see the pleased smile on Sarah's face. Thank you, sir. She responded demurely. Peter's curiosity and arousal continued to grow, and he knew that this moment would linger in his mind for days to come, fueling his desire and explore the depths of his own cravings. The sound of some belts being unbuckled echoed through the dim hallway, and Peter's breath hitched as his arousal surged. He leaned in even closer to the door, his ear almost touching the cold, wooden surface. Ah, whore, you're so eager one of the men inside purred, his voice thick with desire. Peter's mind raced with thoughts of what might be happening behind the closed door. He imagined the belts sliding from their loops, the men's hands gripping the waistband of their trousers, their eyes hungrily devouring Sarah. Please, let me help you with that. Sarah offered with a sultry giggle. Such a good girl. Another man praised. Thank you, sir. Sarah murmured, and Peter could sense her satisfaction at the compliment. He pictured the scene unfolding within the room – Sarah kneeling before the men, her delicate fingers fumbling with their buttons and zippers. A soft moan escaped his lips as he envisioned her cheeks flushed with excitement, her eyes sparkling with wanton lust. Nice and slow, just like that. One of the men instructed, and Peter's heart pounded in his chest, his imagination running wild. Is that how you like it? Sarah asked teasingly, her voice coy and inviting. Definitely The man replied, his voice strained with pleasure. Slow and sensual another chimed in, his breathing heavy. Peter found himself completely captivated by the sounds coming from the room. The way the men groaned and gasped, the way they whispered their desires and compliments to Sarah, the way she responded with such enthusiasm – all of it stirred a deep yearning within him. Look at you, enjoying this so much. One man commented, his tone approving. Peter have such a fuckable wife. Suddenly another declared. Thank you, sir. Sarah replied, her voice barely audible. The sudden mention of his name sent a shiver down Peter's spine. Peter's back pressed against the rough wood of the door, his ears straining to catch every sound. The muffled conversations inside made it difficult for him to piece together what was happening, but his heart raced as he tried to decipher the intimate whispers. Uh, yeah... just like that. A man moaned, his voice barely audible. This woman, so good. another complimented, his words more distinct. Peter's mind raced as he imagined Sarah on her knees, her eyes locked onto the clients' faces, her lips wrapped around their shafts with the practiced skill of an expert seductress. He could picture the way her blonde hair would fall around her face, framing her green eyes, which were filled with lust and focused solely on pleasuring the men before her. C'mon whore, take it deeper. One of the clients panted, his breath hitching in pleasure. Mmhmm... Sarah's voice responded, barely audible as if her mouth was full. Peter's excitement grew, his arousal intensifying as he continued to listen to the suggestive sounds seeping through the gaps in the door. Can't believe your husband lets you do this. A client remarked, amusement lacing his tone. Sarah giggled a little, not making a clear answer, her voice slightly clearer, implying she had momentarily stopped providing oral pleasure. God, you're so good at this. Another man groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction. Peter's chest tightened, torn between jealousy and arousal. He wished he could be in that room with them, witnessing every detail of the scene unfolding within. Yet, at the same time, he knew that the unknown only added to the thrill, the allure of his imagination fueling his desire. Goshh, woman, you're amazing. A client repeated, his words punctuated by the sound of his climax. Thank you. Sarah whispered, her voice sultry and satisfied. Peter's heart raced, his body trembling with unfulfilled desire. He knew that he must retreat to serving clients, but the sounds that had captured his attention had left him [[SarahNClients1.1<-yearning for more.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Structure/taverndoor1.png']]<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> Peter listened carefully, his curiosity getting the better of him. The sounds from behind the door began to change, leaving little doubt in his mind that Sarah was now engaging in more than just oral sex with her clients. He could hear the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh and the moans of pleasure from both Sarah and the men. Damn it, you feel incredible, whore. One man panted, his voice straining with every thrust. Your turn. Another client encouraged as he stepped aside to make room for a new participant. Keep sucking me like that. A third man instructed, his voice low and commanding. Peter's arousal intensified as he continued to listen to the scene playing out behind the closed door. His imagination filled in the gaps, painting a vivid picture of his wife pleasuring multiple men at once. Jealousy warred with desire inside him, but the latter seemed to win out more often than not. Your mouth is pure heaven, whore. Another man praised, his voice thick with satisfaction. And this tight pussy man... it's driving me crazy. Said another. Th..Thmmk hummm! She replied, her voice muffled. Some of them joke and chuckle, followed by more moans of pleasure. As Peter stood there, his heart pounding in his chest, he couldn't help but feel torn between the jealousy that threatened to consume him, and the intense arousal that coursed through his body. He knew deep down that he wanted to be part of the action unfolding within the room, to see firsthand the pleasure written on Sarah's face as she serviced those men. Cumming a client announced, his voice strained with urgency. Shit! Me too, another added, breathing heavily. Fill her up, boys, the first man urged, his voice hoarse with lust. She deserves every drop. Peter's arousal reached its peak as he listened to the chorus of guttural moans and cries of satisfaction emanating from behind the door. His mind raced with images of Sarah being pleasured by her clients, her body writhing in ecstasy as they all reached their climax. He wanted to be there, to share in that pleasure, but he was trapped outside, a mere spectator to the intimate scene playing out before him. The sounds of heavy breathing and groans of pleasure filled Peter's ears as he pressed himself against the wall near the door, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. He bit his lip, trying to suppress the urge to reach for his own throbbing arousal. God damn it, little whore, one man rasped from inside the room, You're incredible. Thank you she replied breathlessly, coughing a little.. I love making you all happy. You will be hearing more from me for sure! I mean, not just hearing. Another chuckled, followed by more moans of pleasure. Peter squeezed his eyes shut, his mind racing with images of his wife being pleasured by these men. His jealousy and arousal warred within him, each emotion threatening to overtake the other. If only he could touch himself, release the mounting tension building inside him... Ah, screw it! He muttered under his breath, pushing away from the door and making a beeline for the balcony. The night air greeted him like a cool embrace, but it did little to quell the fire burning within him. Leaning against the railing, he tried to steady his breathing and force [[SarahNClients1.2<-himself to look nonchalant.]]

<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>>Peter, still rooted to the spot, watched as Sarah nonchalantly cleaned her face with a silk handkerchief, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She then turned her attention to the men who had just exited the room with her, chatting and laughing as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeafterclients1.png']] Come on, boys she said playfully, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder. We can't stay here all day. There's yhings to be done. The men reluctantly nodded, each casting lingering glances in Sarah's direction, others giving Sarah's butt a slap before returning to their duties. Peter's heart pounded in his chest as he observed the scene, his arousal intensifying at the sight of his wife's unabashed satisfaction. Sarah! A familiar voice called from across the tavern. It was Erick, who approached her with a smile. What have you been up to? Nothing much. Sarah replied innocently, her eyes twinkling. Just entertaining some... Friends... Ah, I see. Erick teased, giving Sarah a knowing grin. Well, don't let me keep you from your... Friends. Thanks, Erick Sarah responded, tossing the silk handkerchief into a nearby bin before heading back inside the tavern, leaving Peter alone once more. As Peter returned to his seat, he couldn't help but replay the events of the past few minutes in his mind, his curiosity and arousal refusing to subside. He absentmindedly sipped his ale, allowing the warm liquid to numb his senses as he attempted to make sense of his conflicting emotions. Am I really okay with this? he asked himself, pondering the depths of his desires. The idea of Sarah with other men should have infuriated him, but instead, it only left him yearning for more. He longed to explore this newfound appetite, to understand the origins of his desires and immerse himself in the world that Sarah so clearly reveled in. Peter! Sarah called out to him, her voice pulling him from his introspection. Are you going to sit there all day? We have things to do. Y-yeah, I'm coming! he stuttered, hastily draining his glass before rising to his feet. As he followed Sarah, his mind still reeling from the revelations of the day, Peter knew one thing for certain – his journey into the realm of his own desires had only just begun. And whether he liked it or not, [[Upstairs<-there was no turning back.]]

<<if $m2f > 0>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Structure/peterbalcony.png']]<<else>><<if $pHair == 0>><<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Structure/peterF0balcony.png']]<</if>><</if>> Everything okay? a fellow patron asked, raising an eyebrow as he noticed Peter's flushed appearance. Y-yeah, just needed some fresh air Peter stammered, attempting to sound casual despite the turmoil raging inside him. It gets a bit stuffy in there sometimes, doesn't it? Sure does the man agreed, taking a swig from his mug of ale before returning his attention to the bustling tavern. Peter's gaze remained fixed on the stars above, but his mind was still trapped within that room, with Sarah and her clients, the sounds of their pleasure echoing in his ears. He knew he couldn't stay out here forever, but for now, he needed this brief reprieve from the intense desire that threatened [[SarahNClients1.3<-to consume him whole.]]

<h3>Lowtown Streets</h3> [img[setup.ImagePath+'city/lowtown.png']] The downtown streets, where the unfavored, the unlucky, and the poor lives. <<if $loki == 2>>[[LokiStory3<- Search for Loki's door]] <</if>> <<if $loki > 2>>[[LokiStore<-Find Loki]] <</if>> <<if $loki == -2>>Loki is waiting for Peter and Sarah <</if>> <<button "To the streets" "Streets">><</button>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'city/market2.png']] Peter meandered through the bustling market, a mosaic of color and clamor unfurling before him. Stalls laden with exotic fruits spilled their citrus tang into the air while fabrics of every hue fluttered like captured rainbows, eager to drape the shoulders of passersby. The din of haggling buyers and persuasive vendors formed an oddly harmonious symphony, underscored by the percussive rhythm of footsteps on cobblestones. Fresh apples! Crisp and sweet! called out a rotund man, his voice a jovial boom that seemed to ripple through the crowd. Get your amulets here, protection from the evil eye, a wizened man whispered, her words nearly lost in the swell of conversations around him. Peter's slim frame weaved through the throng, fingers brushing against the rough weave of sacks filled with grains as he passed. He paused momentarily, tilting his head, as snatches of an intriguing conversation snagged his attention like a hook. Did you hear about the man? A skinny man's voice, tinged with both fear and fascination, rose above the murmur of the market. What? You mean Loki? The second speaker, a burly man with forearms like tree trunks, lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. Shh, not so loud, the skinny man chided, casting furtive glances around. They say he works with demons, conjures up magic that can make your skin crawl. A shiver ran down Peter's spine, a mix of dread and an unbidden thrill. The rumors had reached him before, whispers of a man who dealt in the arcane, who could grant wishes or curses with equal ease. To most, such tales were mere superstition, but Peter couldn't shake his innate pull towards the enigmatic and unseen. Only sells to those he chooses, they say, the man continued, leaning in closer. Peculiar items, things not of this world. Have you seen it? the skinny man pressed, eyes wide with a morbid curiosity that mirrored Peter's own. Seen what? His door. They say it's hidden unless he wants you to find it. Ridiculous, scoffed the burly man, though his tone held less conviction than his words suggested. Peter's heart quickened, his thoughts racing with possibilities. To most, Loki might be a figure of dark legend, but to Peter, he represented a tantalizing gateway to a realm beyond the mundane, a chance to touch the fabric of the fantastic. His mind buzzed with questions, each more daring than the last. Do you know where he dwell? the burly man asked, his voice a mere breath. Some say it is on Lowtown. But don't go looking. Many have tried, few have found anything but disappointment, or worse. I might try, he murmured, the word barely audible. Peter moved on, the exchange igniting a fervor within him. There was a certain allure to the forbidden, a siren call that seduced those brave or foolish enough to heed it. And as much as reason warned him to dismiss the rumors as idle gossip, the seeds of [[The Market<-intrigue had been firmly planted.]]

<<set $loki to 2>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'city/market2.png']] Peter's pulse thrummed in his ears, a syncopated rhythm that matched the cadence of the bustling market around him. The air was rich with the aromas of exotic spices and the sharp tang of fresh fish, a sensory overload that usually delighted him. Today, however, his senses were ensnared by something far more intoxicating—the allure of the arcane. Magic, he whispered under his breath, the word itself a key unlocking the doors to uncharted territories of his mind. Each syllable was heavy with promise, laden with the potential to upend the life he knew for one steeped in mystery. Excuse me, Peter said, approaching a vendor whose table was cluttered with old books and strange artifacts. I couldn't help but overhear... about Loki. Do you know where I might find him? The vendor, an elderly man with eyes like flint, assessed Peter carefully. Loki, you say? Aye, but he's not someone you stumble upon without purpose. Can you tell me more? Peter leaned in, the vendor's cryptic words weaving a spell of their own, rousing Peter's curiosity to a fever pitch. Lowtown, the vendor grunted, wrapping a gnarled finger around an amulet that lay on the table. Search for the door that isn't there until it is. You'll know it by the chill it casts, even on the warmest day. Thank you Peter murmured, his heart aflutter with anticipation. Could this be the threshold to a world he had only dared dream of? Be warned, the vendor called out as Peter turned to leave, the words hanging in the air like a portentous fog. Loki's favors come at a price not easily reckoned. As he wove through the crowd, Peter's thoughts raced. He imagined doors materializing from thin air, passageways leading to dimly lit chambers where the impossible became possible. With each step, excitement battled with trepidation, yet he could no more quell his eagerness than he could stop the earth from turning. Lowtown, he repeated to himself, the name now etched into his very being. The door that isn't there until it is. He pictured Sarah, her beauty magnified in his mind's eye how she would marvel at the tales he'd tell, the wonders he'd unveil. And beneath it all, the simmering notion that perhaps this was his destiny calling, an opportunity to rise above their station, to offer her the world. Is that where Loki is? Peter pounced upon the conversation, addressing a pair of traders haggling over bolts of silk. Who wants to know? one challenged, eyeing Peter suspiciously. Someone interested in his... unique offerings, Peter replied, his tone a mixture of innocence and guile. Then keep your eyes open for a door that doesn't belong, but you didn't heared it from me. The other trader said, a conspiratorial glint in his eye. But beware, friend. Some doors are best left unopened. Thank you, Peter said, the words tinged with a newfound resolve. He could feel it now, a palpable electric charge in the air, the herald of a coming storm. And within that tempest, a singular truth: Peter was no longer merely a spectator in the grand theater of life, he was an actor stepping onto the stage, lines memorized, ready to embrace the role [[The Market<-fate had scripted for him.]]

<<set $loki to 3>> Peter's footsteps echoed against the cobblestones, each one a beat in the rhythm of his anxious heart as he ventured deeper into Lowtown. The market's vibrant cacophony faded behind him, replaced by the hushed whispers of shadows and the sighs of old buildings burdened with secrets. Door that doesn't belong, he muttered to himself, recalling the cryptic advice. His eyes scanned the ramshackle facades, searching for the anomaly that would lead him to Loki. An oddity among the ordinary, a door out of place this was the needle in the urban haystack he sought. The further Peter delved, the more the alleyways twisted like serpents, writhing and turning in unpredictable patterns. It's as if the streets themselves are weaving spells to keep outsiders away, he thought, feeling both thrill and trepidation at the prospect of magic so tangible, it could mold the very ground beneath his feet. Looking for something or someone? The voice came from nowhere, a wraith in the dusk. Peter turned sharply, his heart skipping a beat. A shadow detached itself from the wall, an old man with eyes like polished coal. I might be, Peter replied cautiously. And if I were? Then you'd be wise to look beyond what's visible. What you seek is veiled might be closer than you think young one. The old man pointed down an alley that seemed to swallow light whole. Thank you, Peter said, though when he looked again, the man had vanished as mysteriously as he appeared. Perception, then, he whispered, stepping into the alley. It felt like crossing an invisible threshold, the air cooler and charged with expectation. Peter shivered, not entirely from the cold. Am I ready for this? He contemplated turning back, but the image of Sarah filled his mind, her smile a beacon through any uncertainty. For her, he affirmed, pushing forward. He reached out to trace the patterns in the brickwork with his fingertips, each indentation a possible clue, a secret waiting to be unlocked. How many have walked past without ever knowing? he pondered. Focus, Peter commanded himself, squinting to discern the subtle deviations in architecture. And there, almost imperceptible, a line where none should be. A purple frame. His pulse quickened, the hairs on his neck stood erect. [img[setup.ImagePath+'city/lokidoor.png']] Is this it? His voice was barely audible, drowned by the pounding in his ears. A door, if it could be called that, materialized from the gloom, adorned with symbols that danced before his eyes, refusing to be understood. He breathed, a mix of awe and fear knotting in his stomach. The door was an enigma, an invitation, a challenge. Sarah would say to knock… He raised his hand but stopped short. This was no common entrance to announce oneself it was a threshold to cross with intent and purpose. Here goes nothing... Or everything. Steeling himself, Peter pressed forward, reaching for the handle that seemed to materialize under his touch. His heart raced, his thoughts a whirlwind of possibility and peril. Okay I got this, he murmured, grasping the cold metal. His life, once a still pond, now rippled with the promise of undiscovered depths. With a breath that tasted of destiny, [[LokiStory4<-Peter opened the door to the unknown.]]

Peter hesitated, his fingers hovering inches from the peculiar surface of the door. The symbols etched into the wood pulsed faintly with an eerie light that seemed to beckon him closer. He shivered as an unexpected chill brushed past him, carrying whispers of incantations long forgotten by the waking world. Sarah would laugh at me now, he thought wryly, imagining his wife's bemused expression. "Knocking on a sorcerer's door as if it were an ordinary Sunday visit." But Peter was no ordinary visitor, and this threshold was far from mundane. Compelled by a mix of trepidation and curiosity, he rapped softly on the unyielding surface, his knuckles chilled by the touch. Hello? His voice sounded small, swallowed by a silence so dense it felt like a physical presence pressing against his skin. There was no echo, no sign of life within, only the crisp air that seemed to grow colder with each passing second. Strange, he muttered to himself, wrapping his arms around his lean frame for warmth. Not even the sound of my own... Abruptly, the ground beneath him shifted, or perhaps it was the world itself turning on its axis. Peter blinked, disoriented, and when his vision cleared, he found himself inside, though he had no recollection of the door opening or stepping over the threshold. Welcome, Peter. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/loki/loki.png']] The voice, low and resonant, emanated from across the room where a tall, dark-skinned man sat among shadows and scattered artifacts. Loki. His figure was half-hidden behind a table cluttered with oddities, around him, a skull with gemstone eyes, a dagger that hummed with latent power, vials filled with swirling mist. The warlock's gaze was sharp, piercing through the dimness with an intensity that held Peter captive. Ah… Peter cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. Thank you? I mean hello. Curiosity has led you to my door, Loki stated, more a fact than a question. His lips curled into a knowing smile, one that suggested secrets only he was privy to. Rumors say you deal in magic, Peter ventured, his nature wrestling with the urge to understand the enigma before him. I needed to see for myself. Magic, curses, truths, lies, all are one and the same, depending on who holds them. Loki's fingers danced across the tabletop, stirring the air with silent incantations. Is it true, then? What they say about you? Peter asked, his heart pounding in a mixture of fear and fascination. The possibility of magic, a force that could shape reality was intoxicating. Truth is a matter of perspective, Peter, Loki replied cryptically, rising from his seat. His movements were fluid, predatory. But yes, I wield the powers that most dare not even whisper about. Then you can help me? There was a tremor in Peter's voice, a vulnerability born from his deepest desires. Perhaps. Loki circled the table, his presence commanding the space. But such things come with a price. Are you willing to pay it? Of course, sir Peter confessed, his thoughts a tangled web of hope and anxiety. Careful, Peter, Loki warned, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. Such promises are easily made but often difficult to keep. Still, Peter continued, steeling himself against the ominous atmosphere that permeated the house, I must try. Very well, Loki said, and with a gesture, the room seemed to breathe, the walls pulsing with unseen energy. Let us begin. Peter could only nod, his journey into the arcane now irrevocably set into motion, the [[LokiStory5<-path ahead shrouded in mystery and allure.]]

Loki's gaze seemed to penetrate Peter's thoughts, pinning him in place with an intensity that was almost physical. The warlock's lips curled into a knowing smile, one that hinted at secrets and understanding far beyond the reach of ordinary men. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/loki/lokibook.png']] Peter, son of Erick, Loki began, his voice a low rumble that resonated through the still air of the peculiar house, I've been expecting you. There's a scent of desperation about you, one that clings to your spirit like a second skin. Peter swallowed hard, taken aback by Loki's awareness of his lineage and his current state of mind. How could this man, shrouded in darkness and whispered tales, know so much about him without ever having met? Y-You know my father? Peter stammered, his heart racing within his chest, feeling as if it were trying to escape the uncanny truth before him. Let's just say that I am well acquainted with the longings of men's hearts, whatever corner of the city they hail from, Loki replied, his eyes never leaving Peter's face. The room felt alive with unspoken words and the weight of decisions yet to be made. Peter tried to steady his breathing, focusing on the enigmatic figure before him. Then you understand why I'm here, Peter said, more a statement than a question. He needed answers, solutions that only someone like Loki could provide, someone who trafficked in realms beyond their understanding. Indeed, I do. Loki's fingers danced over the surface of an ancient-looking tome that lay open on the table. But let us not speak in riddles any longer. You seek assistance, something that perhaps transcends what mere coin can buy? I... yes, Peter admitted, feeling the pull of possibility, the allure of the unknown. Loki had goods and services that no one else could offer. Very well, Loki intoned, closing the tome with a soft thud. He gestured toward a collection of objects displayed on nearby shelves, each more bizarre and enchanting than the last. Here, you may find curses cast, fortunes told, love secured, and fates altered. Choose wisely, for each comes with its own cost. Peter's eyes widened as he took in the array of items, his mind reeling at the implications. Could one of these truly hold the key to fulfilling his deepest desire? He reached out tentatively, fingers hovering over a small vial filled with a swirling, luminescent liquid. Choose, but choose with caution, Peter, Loki warned, his tone serious yet not unkind. For every action taken within these walls, there is an equal and opposite reaction in the world outside. What can you do? Peter asked, the question escaping his lips before he could hold it back. It was the crux of everything, the core of his visit to this dark and mysterious seller of dreams. Ah, Loki murmured, a spark of interest lighting his eyes. You want to know your choices. Yes, much things can be arranged. But are you prepared for the consequences? When tampered with, can be as unpredictable as the winds. Peter nodded, his resolve hardening. He had ventured too far down this path to turn back now. With a deep breath, he looked Loki directly in the eyes. Yes I am prepared. Very well, Loki said, standing to his full, imposing height. Let us discuss terms. And so, Peter stood on the precipice of a choice that might very well change the course of his life forever. Inside, the turmoil of hope and fear churned tumultuously, while externally, he faced the warlock with an expression of quiet [[LokiStory6<-determination.]]

Peter's eyes fluttered across the interior of Loki's house, a realm that defied the mundane reality he knew. The walls, if they could be called so, pulsed with an ethereal glow, the color of deep-sea creatures, a mesmerizing dance of bioluminescence in shades of indigo and emerald. Every surface seemed alive, shifting subtly as if breathing, and the air held the scent of ozone mixed with the earthy tang of old books. Extraordinary, he whispered, his voice barely audible over the hum that filled the space. Ah, but this is merely the threshold, Loki replied, his voice smooth as silk and just as enigmatic. The true wonders lie beyond your ken. Peter watched as Loki strode past a cabinet that appeared to twist upon itself, its wood grain swirling into patterns that suggested infinity. From within, the warlock procured a small, glowing orb that hovered above his open palm. It cast a soft, white light that seemed to cleanse the air of shadows. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/loki/lokiorb1.png']] Magic! Peter breathed out, his heart thrumming with excitement. He had yearned for such miracles, hungered for a taste of the arcane. Indeed, Loki said, the orb ascending higher, illuminating the curiosities that adorned the room. But magic is a tool, not a toy. It requires respect, lest it consume the wielder. Peter nodded solemnly, absorbing the gravity of Loki's words while his gaze followed the floating orb. He noted how it illuminated a tapestry that depicted scenes that moved and changed, telling stories of ancient times and places unknown. It was as if the very fabric of history unraveled before him, inviting him to pluck at its threads. Can you teach me? he asked, the question tinged with both eagerness and apprehension. Perhaps, Loki mused, eyeing Peter with a scrutinizing gaze. But it demands dedication. And there are prices to be paid. Prices I am willing to consider, Peter replied, his mind racing with the possibilities. To harness such power, to shape reality to his will, it was really intoxicating. Then observe, Loki instructed, guiding the orb with a fluid motion. It descended towards a cauldron nestled in the corner, which began to bubble as if greeting an old friend. Smoke wafted upwards, coalescing into images that flickered with the lives of people Peter had never met, yet felt inexplicably connected to. Each brew, each incantation ties the fate of one to another, Loki said, stirring the cauldron with a rod made from a material that drank in the light. Are you prepared to intertwine your destiny with forces unseen? I... I must think on it, Peter admitted, his mind ablaze with visions of what could be. Yet even amidst his fervor, a sliver of doubt lodged itself within him. To meddle with fate was no small thing. Take your time, Loki said, the corners of his mouth lifting ever so slightly. The door to my abode is always open to those who truly seek. Peter swallowed hard, his pulse echoing in his ears. His fascination with the arcane had brought him to this nexus of possibility, where every choice branched into a myriad of paths, each shrouded in mystery. He stood silent, contemplating the wonder and the weight of stepping into the unknown. Peter's gaze lingered on the strange rod in Loki's grasp, its surface devouring the light like a starless night. The warlock's words echoed through the dense air of the room, each syllable heavy with inscrutable promise. Yet be mindful, Loki added, his voice dropping to a low thrum that seemed to vibrate within Peter's very soul. The threads of magic are tangled and often ensnaring. One wrong pull could unravel your entire being. The cauldron's smoke swirled ominously, painting images that danced at the edge of Peter's vision shadows of figures contorted by unseen agonies, their mouths open in silent screams. He took an involuntary step back, his breath catching in his chest. Is there... danger? Peter asked, grappling with the sudden tightness constricting his throat. Magic is as perilous as it is potent, Loki replied, locking eyes with him. The flickering candlelight cast deep hollows in the warlock's face, lending him a skeletal visage. Every spell cast, every charm woven comes with a price. And not all currency is of this realm. Loki's implication threaded through Peter's mind like a serpent, insinuating whispers of doubt amidst the allure of power. What was he willing to sacrifice? Could the unknown repercussions haunt him or worse, Sarah? Consider, Peter, Loki continued, the room around them seeming to listen. That which grants you your deepest desire might also demand from you what you hold most dear. An icy draft brushed past Peter, raising goosebumps along his arms, making the hairs on his nape stand at attention. Was it merely the chill of the old house, or something more spectral, a warning perhaps, from the very energies Loki commanded? Can one control these... consequences? Peter inquired, his curiosity waging war against the instinctual caution that gnawed at the edges of his resolve. Control? A mirthless chuckle escaped Loki. No more than one can control the tides or the turning of the seasons. But one can learn to ride the currents, to harvest the storm. Peter nodded, though his heart raced with trepidation. His fingertips brushed against the orb, and for a moment, he felt a connection to the pulsating life force within. It stirred something primal inside him, an almost feral yearning for knowledge and mastery over the arcane. Then we may begin, Loki said, closing the distance between them in a few measured steps. When you return, come alone and unburdened by doubt. Only then will the true magic reveal itself to you. Peter mind was ablaze with possibilities, yet shadowed by the unspoken perils that lurked behind the veil of enchantment. What secrets did Loki guard? What powers could he bestow, and at what cost? As Peter stepped outside into the fading light of dusk, the door to Loki's abode melded back into the fabric of the alley, leaving no trace of its existence. His mind was ablaze with possibilities, yet shadowed by the unspoken perils that lurked behind the veil of enchantment. What secrets did Loki guard? What powers could he bestow, and at what cost? With each step homeward, Peter felt the weight of his decision anchoring him to a future uncertain and fraught with intrigue. In seeking to satisfy his curiosity, had he opened a door to wonders, or had he invited darkness into his life? Only time would tell, but one thing was certain, the journey ahead promised to reshape his world, [[Lowtown Streets<-for better or worse.]]

<<newinv _shopInv>> <h2>Loki's Home</h2> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/loki/loki.png']] /*====================================================*/ <<if $feminization == 9>><<set $feminization to 10>><<goto "LokiCirceIntro">><</if>> <<if !$peterBuffs.has('Deal Of Tavern Profit')>>Listen, Peter, he said, tapping his fingers on the wooden table between them. I have a proposition for you. I can help you double your profits at the tavern, but in exchange, something...unexpected may occur. A subtle glow played on Loki's eyes as he watched Peter's eyebrows furrow in confusion and curiosity. <<pickup _shopInv "Deal Of Tavern Profit" 100>><</if>> <<if $peterWifeSexNumber == 3>>Loki's piercing green eyes scanned Peter's face, taking in the subtle flush that rose to his cheeks, the way his fingers twitched nervously at his sides. I can see what lies beneath your surface, Loki said with a sly smile. And I'm in no position to judge. In fact, I could help you fulfill those desires. He leaned in closer. I propose a... Option that will quench those hidden desires of yours. [[LokiAsk1<-Tell him that you would like to Sarah to understand more your desires.]]<</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<for _item, _amount range _shopInv.table>><<capture _item, _amount>><<set _linkText to '<<link "Buy">><<run $peterBuffs.pickup("' + _item + '", 1)>><<run $backpack.drop("money", ' + _amount + ')>><<goto "LokiStore">><</link>>'>> _item: _amount coins <<if $backpack.count('money') >= _amount>><<print _linkText>><<else>> (not enough coins)<</if>> <</capture>> <</for>> <<button "<<Exit Loki's House" "Lowtown Streets">><</button>>

<h3>Buffs & Debuffs</h3> <<inv $peterBuffs inspect stack>>

<<set $wifeLastOral to "Neighbor">><<set $wifeCanCuck to true>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 20, 0, 100) >><<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> Peter had always cherished the feeling of coming home after a long day at work. Yet as he approached his front door, something caught his eye, sending an uneasy chill down his spine. A single male boot lay haphazardly on the doormat - one that certainly didn't belong to him. The worn leather and scuffed sole seemed foreign, out of place in their otherwise tidy entrance. Sarah? Peter called out tentatively, his brow furrowing with concern as he pushed the door open. Surprise! Sarah's voice chimed from within the dimly lit living room. As Peter's eyes adjusted, he found her standing before him completely naked, her blonde hair tied up in playful twintails. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief, and her petite body seemed to radiate an enticing warmth. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/twintails.png']] Wh-what's going on? Peter stammered, his gaze shifting between the discarded boot and his wife's exposed form. Isn't it obvious? Sarah teased, sauntering towards him with a sultry grin. I thought it would be fun to surprise you, my love. Peter could feel his heartbeat quicken as he took in every detail of his wife's beautiful body, from her perky B-cup breasts to her smooth, pale skin. He struggled to reconcile this daring display with the woman he knew to be discreet and demure. Sarah, I... don't understand he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. His mind raced with questions, but the most pressing one was about the mysterious boot by the entrance. Whose is that? Does it really matter? she replied coyly, tracing a finger along his chest. Forget about it, Peter. Tonight is about us. As much as he wanted to let go of his suspicions, Peter couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was amiss. But as he looked into Sarah's pleading eyes, he felt his resolve begin to crumble. Okay, he murmured hesitantly, allowing himself to be drawn into her embrace. Just... promise me everything's alright. Of course, darling, she whispered, pressing her body against his and planting a tender kiss on his lips, feeling a weird taste on her mouth. Trust me. In that moment, Peter chose to believe in his wife, pushing aside his doubts and focusing on the intimate connection they shared. Little did he know that this was just the beginning of a journey that would test the limits of their love and redefine the boundaries of their relationship. Peter's heart thudded in his chest as Sarah pulled him closer, her warm breath tickling his ear. He could feel the heat radiating from her naked body against his, and his hands instinctively found their way to her waist. Peter, she murmured softly, her voice a sultry melody that made his stomach flutter with anticipation. I know you have fantasies and desires hidden away inside you. I want us to explore them together. His eyes widened, surprised by her boldness. You...you mean that? Of course, darling, she replied, her green eyes dancing with mischief. But we'll make it even more fun by playing games to fulfill those desires. Peter's mind raced with possibilities, his arousal growing at the thought of indulging his wildest fantasies with the woman he loved. Despite his excitement, a tinge of apprehension lingered, stemming from the unfamiliar boot at the door. He tried to push it away, focusing on the present moment. Games? he asked, attempting to maintain an air of nonchalance despite his curiosity. Absolutely, Sarah whispered, her fingers tracing circles on his chest. We can take turns picking out scenarios, or even create our own. The key is communication, trust, and a little bit of daring. She flashed him a wicked grin, her enthusiasm infectious. Peter couldn't help but be swept up in her excitement, even as he felt the weight of uncertainty pressing down on him. Alright, he finally agreed, a tentative smile forming on his lips. Let's do it. Let's play these games and bring our fantasies to life. Perfect, Sarah purred, her eyes sparkling with delight. I promise, darling, this will be an adventure you'll never forget. As they sealed their pact with a searing kiss, Peter couldn't shake the feeling that he was embarking on a journey into uncharted territory, where the lines between fantasy and reality would blur. But for now, he allowed himself to be consumed by the passion of his wife's embrace, surrendering to the promise of [[Wife n Peter Sex4.1<-pleasure and excitement that lay ahead.]]

<<set $peterWifeSexNumber to 4>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/loki/lokibook.png']] Loki promises that everything will fall into place, and as Loki signs the deal, he feels a surge of magic coursing through his veins. An electric energy prickles at his skin, signaling that something is about to occur. The anticipation builds within him, like a coiled spring [[LokiStore<-ready to release its energy.]]

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 30, 0, 100) >>With a mischievous glint in her eye, Sarah took Peter by the hand and led him down the hallway towards their bedroom. As they approached, the sound of a steady breath could be heard from within. The door creaked open, revealing one of their neighbor sprawled out on the bed, completely naked. His body was on full display for Peter, who couldn't help but stare.<<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> Surprise, Sarah whispered, her fingers gently squeezing Peter's hand. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/neighbor1/onbed.png']] Peter's mind raced as he tried to process the situation. A flood of memories washed over him, the deal with Loki, the strange boot by the door, it all clicked into place. This was the result of his pact; the manifestation of his fantasies coming true. Uh...hi, Peter stammered, trying to keep his composure. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of envy and arousal coursing through him. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the neighbor, whose eyes locked onto Peter with a smug grin. Peter, Sarah said softly, pulling his attention back to her. This is part of our game. Remember? We're exploring your desires together. Her green eyes bore into his, searching for any sign of hesitation. Right, I...I remember, he replied, swallowing hard. How had she known about this particular fantasy? Did Loki tell her? Or had she guessed it on her own? Good, she purred, her lips curling into a seductive smile. Now, let's have some fun. As Peter stood there, watching his wife and their neighbor on the bed, his body betrayed him. Arousal swelled within him, fueled by the sight before him and the knowledge that this was a direct result of his agreement with Loki. But deep down, envy gnawed at him, a jealous fire threatening to consume him. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/neighbor1/cucking1.png']] Are you ready, Peter? Sarah asked, her voice dripping with anticipation. Her eyes never left his as she reached out to touch the neighbor's chest, her fingers trailing down his muscles. Y-yes, Peter managed to choke out, his desire and envy clashing within him. He couldn't help but be drawn in by the erotic scene unfolding before him, even as his heart twisted painfully in his chest. Good, Sarah breathed, her gaze locked onto Peter's as she leaned in to kiss their neighbor passionately. Let the games begin. Peter's face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as Sarah caught sight of the tent forming in his pants. She shot him a smug grin, clearly delighting in his struggle to control his emotions. Looks like you're enjoying the view, she teased, stepping closer to him. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief as she reached for the waistband of his pants, her petite fingers brushing against his trembling skin. Sarah, I... Peter stammered, his mind racing with questions and doubts. However, his body betrayed him, responding eagerly to her touch. Shh, darling, she whispered, gently silencing him with a finger pressed against his lips. Tonight is about exploring your fantasies, remember? Sarah slowly unbuttoned his shirt, her fingertips grazing his chest with each downward motion. His heart hammered in his chest, both from excitement and unease. As she removed his shirt, exposing his slim frame, Peter tried to shake off the feeling of vulnerability that washed over him. Sit down, love. Sarah gestured to a nearby chair, and Peter obeyed without question. He couldn't tear his gaze away from her seductive smirk as she knelt before him, deftly unbuckling his belt and sliding his pants down his legs. Let's see what we're working with here, she purred, peeling off his boxers to reveal his fully erect penis. Peter couldn't help but squirm under her intense scrutiny, feeling both proud and ashamed of his arousal. You are going to watch, okay Peter? Sarah asked, her voice dripping with anticipation. His mind reeled at the thought, unsure if he could handle seeing his wife with another man so intimately. But as he watched her body, so beautiful and inviting, he knew he couldn't resist participating in this erotic game. His desire, fueled by the knowledge that Loki had orchestrated this encounter, ultimately [[Wife n Peter Sex4.2<-won out over his jealous heart.]]

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 50, 0, 100) >> Alright, he whispered, his voice betraying the turmoil inside him.<<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> Perfect darling. Sarah's smile widened, her eyes glittering with excitement and lust. Let's make tonight one you'll never forget. Alright, Peter, Sarah said, her voice sultry and teasing. Here are the rules: if you cum, then I get to have sex with whoever I want, whenever I want. But if you can hold back and resist, then you'll earn the privilege of having me all to yourself, anytime you desire. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked at him expectantly. Your choice, love, she continued, twirling a lock of her blonde hair around her finger. Can you handle the challenge? Peter hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest as he weighed the stakes. The thought of giving Sarah that kind of freedom unnerved him, but the possibility of being able to claim her anytime he wished was powerfully enticing. Taking a deep breath, he nodded in agreement, trying to steady himself for what was to come. Yes, he whispered, his voice wavering slightly. Excellent darling, I'm sure you won't regret that Sarah purred, her full lips curling into a wicked grin. She sauntered over to the bed where the naked neighbor lay, fully erect with anticipation etched on his face. As Sarah climbed onto the neighbor and directed his already hard penis into her, Peter's stomach twisted into knots, jealousy and arousal churning within him. He clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms, as he tried to focus on his objective: winning the game. Remember, darling, Sarah cooed, maintaining eye contact with Peter as she began to accomodate the neighbor length inside her. You cannot cum. Peter swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry as he watched the erotic scene unfolding before him. It was like watching his deepest fantasies and greatest fears blended together, the line between pleasure and pain blurring in this intimate dance. His erection throbbed painfully, a constant reminder of the challenge ahead. Focus, Peter, he told himself, his inner voice barely audible over the sound of his pounding heart. Don't let her win. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to will away the images that threatened to overwhelm him. Keep your eyes on me, love, Sarah commanded, her tone demanding and seductive. You wouldn't want to miss the show. Peter opened his eyes, torn between wanting to watch and needing to look away. But as he gazed upon his wife, so confident and in control, he couldn't help but be transfixed by her. He knew he had to stay strong, to resist temptation, if he wanted to claim victory in this wicked game of lust and desire. Tell me, Peter, Sarah purred, her lips curling into a devilish smile as the neighbor started fucking her. How does it feel... To watch your wife like this? To know she's enjoying... Another man's dick right in front of you? She said between erotic moans. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/neighbor1/cucking2.png']] Peter's jaw clenched tightly, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. Shame and humiliation warred with arousal and desire, creating an intoxicating cocktail that threatened to consume him. He could sense that Sarah was testing him, pushing his boundaries to see how far he would go. Answer me, she insisted, her green eyes locked onto his as she moved her hips in deliberate, rhythmic motions. I... I don't know, Peter stammered, struggling to find the words to describe the tempestuous storm raging within him. It's... confusing. Good, Sarah replied, her voice dripping with satisfaction. That means you're paying attention. And that's exactly where I want you, Peter: on edge, uncertain, completely at my mercy. Peter couldn't tear his gaze away from the seductive woman who held his heart captive. Her beauty was undeniable, her power over him absolute. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable in his life, and yet there was something thrilling about this dance they were engaged in, this razor's edge between pleasure and pain. Please, Sarah, he whispered, his voice breaking with the strain of his self-imposed restraint. Don't make me lose... Then hold on tight, love, she replied, her voice softening slightly as she leaned forward to kiss the neighbor deeply between sweet moans. Because I'm not finished with you yet. As Peter watched, his body trembling with the effort to maintain control, he knew that he was walking a dangerous line. But if he could just resist his urges, if he could just stay strong a little bit longer, then perhaps he might finally achieve the intimacy and connection he craved with his wife. And that, [[Wife n Peter Sex4.3<-he told himself, was worth any amount of suffering.]]

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 50, 0, 100) >> Peter stood there, his knees weak from the mounting tension, as Sarah's confident gaze bore into him. Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint while she sensually moved into a reverse cowgirl position. The room seemed to grow warmer, the air thick as the scene unfolded before him.<<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> Look at me, Peter, Sarah commanded once more, her voice low and sultry. Watch your wife being taken by someone else. She reached down, grasping the neighbor's manhood firmly in her asshole this time, accomodating it with a practiced skill that both excited and unnerved Peter. His heart raced within his chest, his own arousal pulsating with every touch, sight, and sound. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/neighbor1/cuckingAnal1.png']] Sarah, he choked out, his voice trembling with emotion. I'm... I'm trying to hold on. Good, she purred, never breaking eye contact as she guided the neighbor inside other hole, one that he never had the chance to claim before. Because you need to see how much I enjoy this. As Sarah continued to pleasure herself and the neighbor, her dominance only grew stronger, pushing Peter further to his limits. Beads of sweat formed on his brow, his fingers digging into the palms of his hands as he struggled to contain his body's desires. Remember the rules, Peter, Sarah whispered between moans, her breath hitching as the pleasure intensified. You have to resist. Prove to me how much you want to win. Peter looked deep into Sarah's eyes, seeing the challenge within them. He knew what he had to do; he had to fight his body's urges, to prove his love and devotion to his wife. As the sultry scene continued, Peter focused on controlling his breathing, attempting to calm the raging storm within him. Sarah, he whispered through gritted teeth, I won't give in. I'll prove my devotion for you. Show me, she responded, her voice laced with desire and satisfaction. Show me how strong you are, Peter. With every moan, touch, and shared glance, Peter fought to maintain control, his body shaking from the effort. He focused on his love for Sarah and his determination to prove himself. Please, he breathed, his voice barely audible over the sounds of their passionate encounter. I can... I can do this. As Sarah's dominance and confidence soared, pushing him closer to the breaking point, Peter continued to fight against his body's desires, determined to resist climax and win the game. It was a battle of wills, a test of his devotion, and [[Wife n Peter Sex4.3.1<-one he refused to lose.]]

<<set $peterWifeSexNumber to 5>><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifePerversion to ($wifePerversion + 10)>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >><<set $firstChastityTimer to $datenow>> Peter, she whispered into his ear, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine. This was just the beginning. We're going to have so much fun together.<<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> He swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to process the whirlwind of emotions coursing through him, excitement, fear, jealousy, and above all, desire. What do you mean? he asked, trying to keep his voice steady despite the quiver that threatened to betray his uncertainty. Playing games like this, she replied, tracing a finger lazily down his chest, causing goosebumps to form in its wake. Exploring your fantasies, pushing your limits... and maybe even discovering some new ones along the way. Peter couldn't deny that the thought sent a thrill up his spine, but he couldn't shake the nagging feeling of unease that accompanied it. He watched as Sarah's eyes danced with the secrets they held, wondering what other wicked surprises she had in store for him. Are you sure about this? he asked. Absolutely, she said, her voice firm and unwavering. Now I know what you want, Peter. I know what you need. And I'm more than happy to give it to you, as long as you're willing to trust me. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/happytwintails.png']] The sincerity in her words caught him off guard, and he couldn't help but be moved by the love and devotion he saw shining in her eyes. Whatever reservations he had seemed to melt away in the face of her confidence and determination. Alright, he agreed, his voice barely above a whisper. I trust you, Sarah. Excellent love she purred, her eyes sparkling with delight. Because I have a feeling we're going to have the time of our lives. As she leaned in for another searing kiss, Peter did his best to push aside his lingering doubts and fears, focusing instead on the raw passion that surged between them. He knew that their relationship would never be the same after this, but somehow, he couldn't bring himself to regret it as he watches them leaving the bedroom, the neighbor to his house and Sarah to the bathroom.<<set $wifelocation to "Bathroom">><<set $wifeIsBusy30min to true>> Let's see where this takes us he thought, surrendering himself completely to the woman he loved and the [[Bedroom<-uncharted territory that lay ahead.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Structure/taverndoor1.png']]<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> Peter's footsteps slowed as he approached the locked door, his heart pounding in anticipation. The scent of her perfume still clung to the air, a haunting reminder of her presence just beyond the barrier. With a midget really? Peter wondered, feeling a strange mix of jealousy and excitement stir within him. Peter couldn't deny the thrill of the unknown. The door loomed before him, a heavy wooden guardian to his wife's secrets. He hesitated for a moment, considering the implications of eavesdropping on her private encounter. But curiosity won out, fueled by his nature and his longing to understand Sarah's true desires. Taking a deep breath, Peter carefully leaned in closer to the door, pressing his ear against the cold, hard surface. He strained to hear any sounds from within, his pulse racing at the thought of what might be happening on the other side. Is everything alright in there? he whispered under his breath, barely audible even to himself. Yet, there was no response, just muffled laughter and indistinct voices, one high-pitched and playful, the other low and rough. As Peter concentrated on the sounds, trying to piece together the scene taking place inside, he couldn't help but imagine Sarah's delicate hands and pale skin touching another man. Even though it hurt, part of him longed to witness the transgression, to see his beautiful wife give in to her hidden desires. Damn it, he cursed silently, torn between loyalty and lust. Why you do this to me Sarah? Despite his best efforts to keep a steady hand, Peter felt his heart race as he listened in on the muffled conversation behind the door. He could only make out fragments of their exchange, but Sarah's voice was unmistakable, a sweet melody that had always made him weak at the knees. Her laughter, light and airy, pierced through the haze of whispers and stirred his imagination. Perhaps they're just talking, Peter tried to reassure himself, though his innermost thoughts betrayed him. He couldn't help but conjure up images of Sarah and the midget locked in a passionate embrace, their bodies tangled together in a forbidden dance. His wife's petite frame pressed against the shorter man, her soft skin flush with excitement. Stop it, Peter silently scolded himself, clenching his fists in an attempt to regain control over his wandering mind. But even as he fought to suppress these fantasies, Sarah's laughter rang out again, this time louder and more distinct, followed by the midget's amused chuckle. Sarah, you're such a tease! the midget's gruff voice carried through the door, causing Peter's heart to skip a beat. Am I now? she playfully responded, her tone rich with suggestive undertones. Well, I do enjoy keeping things interesting. Peter's stomach twisted with a mixture of jealousy and arousal, as he struggled to reconcile the image of his loving wife with the seductive temptress he heard in her voice. Focus! He reminded himself, straining to decipher more of the conversation. I need to know what's really going on. As the dialogue continued, punctuated by bursts of laughter and teasing banter, Peter leaned against the door, conflicted and consumed by his own swirling fantasies. Deep down, he knew that he couldn't unhear these sounds, nor could he erase the images they conjured in his mind. But for now, all he could do was listen and try to make sense of it all. Come on, you've been holding out on me, Sarah's voice chimed in again, her teasing tone more pronounced than ever. I can't wait any longer. Of course, my dear the midget responded with a chuckle. We will have a good time. Peter swallowed hard, his pulse quickening as the implications of their conversation dawned on him. Was his wife truly about to engage in something so intimate and forbidden with this man? His thoughts raced, torn between anxiety and excitement. But then, suddenly, all doubts were cast aside as he heard the unmistakable sound of sex emanating from within the room – the rhythmic creaking of bedsprings, the occasional moan of pleasure, and the unmistakeable sultry whispers of two people lost in passion. God, you're so big, Sarah panted, her voice barely audible through the door. Peter knew she wasn't talking about his height. My height had to go somewhere, the midget replied, his voice playful. You, on other hand have a really sweet petite body dear. As the sounds of their intimacy intensified, Peter found himself utterly transfixed, unable to tear himself away. The knowledge that his wife was engaged in such an act with another man filled him with conflicting emotions, jealousy, rage, shame, and yet, undeniably, a deep-seated arousal. Lost in thought, Peter continued to listen intently, desperate for answers and struggling to make sense of the situation unfolding behind the locked door. Peter's frustration mounted, his hands trembling as he fought the overwhelming urge to touch himself. The sounds of Sarah and the midget's passionate encounter filled his ears, and his imagination painted a vivid picture of their entwined bodies. He clenched his fists at his sides, nails digging into his palms, as he struggled to maintain control. Please, don't stop, Sarah gasped from behind the door, her voice breathy and desperate. Hell no! I would never! the midget replied huskily, the slapping of flesh against flesh growing louder and more intense. Damn it, Peter thought, sweat beading on his forehead. Why does this turn me on so much? I should be furious, not... like this. As the intensity of their lovemaking increased, so did Peter's frustration. Every moan, every whispered plea, every sensual sigh only served to drive him further towards the edge of reason. His body trembled with desire, yet he knew that giving in to temptation would only lead to shame and self-loathing. Harder! Oh god, yes! Sarah cried out, her voice thick with ecstasy. Is that what you want? the midget asked, his tone teasing. Are you sure you can handle it? Give it to me, she cried, and the room seemed to shake with the force of their passion. God, I can't take much more of this, Peter thought, his breathing ragged and uneven. I need to do something, anything, to distract myself. Almost there, Sarah whimpered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart in his ears. Don't stop! Here it comes, the midget warned, and suddenly, the room was filled with the sound of Sarah's ecstatic cries as the two reached their climax together. Peter's anticipation reached a fever pitch, his entire body tensed and poised on the precipice of release. It took every ounce of his willpower to resist the urge to touch himself, to join in the pleasure that his wife and her client were so thoroughly enjoying. Enough, he whispered, clenching his jaw and taking a deep, shuddering breath. I can't let this control me. With one final surge of determination, Peter forced himself to turn away from the door, leaving behind the sounds of their passion as he sought refuge in the [[Upstairs<-solitude of his own thoughts.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Structure/taverndoor1.png']]<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> Peter, his heart pounding in his chest, hesitated for a moment before taking a few cautious steps toward the locked door. He knew Sarah was in there with a client and just as he approached the door, the sound of muffled moans floated through the air, igniting a fire inside Peter that he couldn't quite understand. God... what's happening in there? Peter thought, his curiosity piqued like never before. With every step, he felt an undeniable pull towards the room, fueled by his deep love for Sarah and the desire to be a part of her world - even if it meant embracing the role she seemed to want him to play. As he reached the door, he leaned in closer, pressing his ear against the cold wood. He strained to hear the conversation happening inside, his mind racing with vivid images of Sarah in all her carnal glory. Please... He heard Sarah plead through the thick barrier between them, her voice breathy and dripping with lust. Beg again whore replied a deep, masculine voice, one that belonged to a man Peter didn't recognize. The sheer dominance in his tone made Peter feel small and insignificant, and yet, it only served to fuel his arousal. Please... stammered Sarah, her words barely audible over the sounds of her own pleasure. I want it.. Good girl, the client praised, sending a shiver down Peter's spine. He could almost see the wicked grin on the man's face as he prepared to claim his prize, Peter's beautiful wife. Peter's breathing grew heavy as he continued listening to their intimate exchange, his heart aching with both love and jealousy. He tried to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him, but all he knew for certain was that he couldn't tear himself away from the door. Peter's imagination swirled with vivid images of Sarah writhing beneath the client's touch, her moans and gasps a testament to his skillful manipulation of her body. As he leaned against the door, beads of sweat formed on his forehead, evidence of the arousal that coursed through him. Ah, you little harlot murmured the male voice from within the room. You're absolutely divine. Thank you, sir... Peter heard Sarah ask in between breaths, her voice trembling with anticipation. Your tight little ass, whore, the client demanded, his voice dark and commanding. I want to fuck you there. Peter's heart skipped a beat at the mention of such a forbidden act. He had always wanted to explore Sarah's backside, but she had never granted him access. The thought of another man taking what he could not stirred a potent mix of jealousy and longing within him. Please... just be gentle Sarah whispered hesitantly, her vulnerability palpable even through the closed door. Can't promise the client said to her. The sound of shuffling and the rustling of sheets filtered through to Peter's ears, followed by a sharp intake of breath from Sarah. He imagined the client positioning himself, preparing to breach uncharted territory. His own erection throbbed painfully within his pants, an undeniable testament to his perverse fascination. Relax, whore, the client coaxed, his voice low and soothing. I promise it'll feel incredible. Peter clenched his fists, struggling to maintain his composure as he listened to the sounds of his wife submitting to the client's demands. The reality of the situation unfolded before him, and he couldn't tear himself away from the door, despite the storm of emotions raging inside his chest. Peter's mind raced, envisioning Sarah on all fours before the client. He pictured her arching her back, pushing her hips out invitingly, her rosy sphincter winking at the man as if to beckon him closer. A shiver of excitement coursed through Peter's veins, despite the resentment gnawing at his heart. Is this what you want? he imagined Sarah teasing, her sultry voice dripping with seduction. Damn right, the client would growl, reaching out to caress the curve of her ass, his fingers tracing tantalizingly close to her most intimate of orifices. Then take it, she'd purr, a wicked grin playing upon her lips as she looked back over her shoulder, green eyes smoldering with desire. Peter pressed his ear against the door, desperate to catch even the faintest echo of their exchange. The sounds that met him were raw and primal, a symphony of slapping skin and fevered gasps. Each noise was like a dagger to his ego, but he found himself unable to tear himself away, his arousal growing more potent with every passing moment. Fuck... you're so tight, the client grunted, his voice strained with exertion. You were made for this. "Please... Not so.. Fast yet..." Sarah pleaded breathlessly, her moans growing more urgent as the tempo of their coupling increased. No need to go slow, I'm pretty sure you can handle it. His dominance evident. Peter clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms as he fought to control the overwhelming flood of emotions coursing through him, jealousy, anger, humiliation, and above all else, a perverse yearning that refused to be silenced. In the space between each labored breath, he couldn't help but wonder: would he ever be enough for her? Do you.. Like it.. Sir? her voice barely audible above the cacophony of their lovemaking. You can.. Fill me up.. You goddamn right I can. The client replied, slamming into her with renewed vigor. Ah! Yes! Sarah cried out, her voice a mixture of pain and ecstasy, as if she had finally found what she had been searching for all this time. The sound was both beautiful and devastating to Peter, who struggled to reconcile the image of his loving wife with the insatiable vixen writhing beneath another man's touch. The crescendo of Sarah's moans and the client's guttural grunts filled Peter's ears, the intensity of their coupling reaching an undeniable climax. The room seemed to vibrate with the force of their passion. Peter's heart pounded in his chest as he imagined the scene playing out behind the closed door, Sarah's flushed cheeks, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy, the sweat-slicked bodies locked in a primal dance of lust and desire. Fuck, I'm gonna cum! The client bellowed, his voice strained with the imminent release. Please! Fill me up! Sarah implored, her voice desperate and urgent. As the finality of their words resonated through the air, Peter's anticipation and arousal reached a peak. He felt a dizzying mix of envy and yearning at the sounds of Sarah's pleasure, unable to deny the dark thrill that coursed through his veins at the thought of her submission to another man. It was a torturous dichotomy that both repulsed and electrified him, leaving him breathless and trembling. God, yes! Sarah cried out, her words punctuated by the wet sounds of their coupling and the harsh slapping of skin on skin. Ah, fuck! the client roared, his unrestrained pleasure echoing through the hallway. Peter's breathing hitched, a wave of panic washing over him as the reality of the situation settled in. He couldn't let himself be caught eavesdropping on this intimate, forbidden exchange. He knew he had to act quickly, or risk facing the consequences of his voyeuristic indulgence. With one last lingering glance at the locked door, Peter summoned all his courage and hastily retreated toward the balcony. His footsteps were light and hurried, his body tense with the fear of discovery. As he stepped onto the moonlit balcony, he leaned against the railing and feigned a casual air, though his heart raced and his body trembled with the aftershocks of his barely restrained arousal. Sarah, he whispered to himself, his voice filled with a mixture of confusion, longing, and ultimately, arousal. What have we become? His thoughts swirled with unanswered questions and conflicting emotions as he stood there, gazing out over the cityscape below, [[Upstairs<-a silent observer lost in a world he no longer understood.]]

<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Structure/taverndoor1.png']] Peter's heart thudded in his chest as he tentatively approached the ornately carved door, a barrier between him and the hidden world where his wife, Sarah, was with another man. The air felt heavier near the threshold, thick with secrets and unspoken desires. Relax, a muffled male voice drifted through the wood, faint but unmistakably authoritative. Peter leaned in closer, pressing his ear against the cool surface, the intricate patterns etched into the door pressing against his skin. His breath came out shallow, each inhalation filled with the scent of old wood lacquer mingling with the faintest trace of Sarah's jasmine perfume seeping through the seams. Is everything to your liking? Sarah's honeyed voice, laced with a professionalism that belied her intimate role, filtered through to him, sending a shiver down his spine. More than the man responded, the deep timbre of his voice holding an edge of satisfaction that made Peter's stomach clench. His mind began to weave images to match the voices, painting vivid strokes of Sarah's petite form bending to the whims of her client. He envisioned her pale skin, almost glowing in the dim lighting, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as she moved with grace and purpose. Peter swallowed hard, feeling his own body responding to the mere suggestion of what lay beyond the door. A part of him, the part molded by his father, Erick, with his shameless appetite, craved to see, to be part of the tableau on the other side. Yet, he remained rooted to the spot, his nature holding him back, his love for Sarah intertwining with his deeper, darker yearnings. Everything is just... exquisite, the man continued, the word rolling off his tongue like a forbidden fruit that Peter could never taste. In that moment, Peter wanted more than anything to satisfy his curiosity, to breach the sanctum of Sarah's professional endeavors. But another part of him, the one tied to the innocent love he held for his wife, recoiled at the thought. It was this very conflict that kept him standing there, caught between the door and his own complex emotions, straining to hear yet another syllable that would fuel the imagination he both revered and resented. I aim to please. Sarah replied, her voice a melody that played upon the most sensitive strings of Peter's heart. The thin veil of conversation was all he had, and Peter clung to it, desperate to piece together the scene on the other side of the door. There was comfort in the unknown, in the spaces between words where his mind could roam free, untethered by the reality of Sarah's reality he was still coming to terms with, even as it ignited a fire within him that he couldn't extinguish. Peter's breath hitched in his throat as the unmistakable sound of Sarah's pleasure seeped through the keyhole. Her moans were soft at first, like the gentle lapping of waves against a shore, but they grew more fervent, each one crashing over Peter and sending shivers down his spine. He could almost feel her warmth, visualize her back arching with each wave of ecstasy that coursed through her body. Ah, Sarah, you sound so divine the deep voice of the client rumbled from within the room, a stark contrast to the melodic sighs that accompanied it. The words washed over Peter, stirring something primal within him. His heart pounded against his ribcage, each beat echoing Sarah's cries of passion. He imagined her there, so close yet untouchable, the picture of wanton desire that was his alone to envision. The wall between them became a canvas for his thoughts, painting scenes of Sarah surrendering to euphoria, an exhibition for his mind's eye only. Your ass... I want it now. The demand was blunt, authoritative, piercing Peter's fantasy with the sharpness of a blade. Peter's breath caught again, this time out of surprise and an inexplicable sense of longing. That part of Sarah had always been a sacred, unexplored territory, a garden he had never been permitted to enter. The idea that another man would traverse where he had not left him reeling with a mixture of jealousy and intense arousal. Please. came Sarah's voice, wrapped in velvet, teasingly submissive yet powerful in its effect on Peter. I'm here to satisfact you. His knees weakened, and he leaned heavily against the doorframe, feeling the cool wood press against his forehead. The image of Sarah, compliant and eager, offering herself in ways he had only dared dream of, played behind his closed eyelids. He fought to control his breathing, to silence the pounding in his ears that seemed to keep time with the rhythm of his racing heart. Good girl the client praised , his voice thick with satisfaction. That's what I like to hear. Peter's fingers curled into fists at his sides, his nails digging crescents into his palms. Sarah's moans grew louder, and though he couldn't see her, each sound sketched an intimate portrait in his mind. He could almost feel the warmth of her skin, the arch of her back, the surrender in her limbs – all for someone else. Relax for me, darling the client instructed, his tone laced with anticipation. Let me in. A soft, muffled cry followed, one that sent shivers down Peter's spine. Vitally private, profoundly erotic, it was a sound that crossed the boundary between pleasure and pain, a testament to the intimacy of the act being performed just beyond the door. Peter swallowed hard, his arousal undeniable. It was as if he had been granted a forbidden glimpse into a sacred ritual, one where Sarah was both deity and offering. His imagination teemed with images of Sarah yielding, the client's hands guiding her, claiming territories Peter had never dared approach. Ah, so tight... perfect the client groaned, and Peter's heart hammered against his ribs. The very air around him seemed to vibrate with the energy of their coupling, thrumming with Sarah's soft cries and the low, masculine sounds of pleasure. The intensity of his longing was unfamiliar, a potent mixture of envy and desire that held him captive, rendering him unable to move away from the door. Each second fed his yearning, painted vivid pictures that would haunt him long after this moment ended. More... give me more, Sarah pleaded, and Peter felt a surge of heat rush through his body. The words were simple, yet they spoke volumes to him. Even as he stood there, unseen, he was part of their exchange, an observer bound to the reality of his own unspoken fantasies. Such a good girl for me came the husky approval from beyond the door, punctuated by the unmistakable sound of flesh meeting flesh. His own breaths came in short gasps now, mirroring the crescendo of Sarah's passion, the culmination of the client's demands. Peter closed his eyes tighter, lost in the torrid symphony of illicit longing and vicarious pleasure. It was a cruel tease, a poignant reminder of his desires left unfulfilled, even as his heart swelled with a love so complex and contradictory it defied understanding. Peter's heart pounded against his ribcage, a relentless drumbeat that echoed the rhythm of the secret dance occurring just beyond the locked door. The once muted murmurs had crescendoed into an undeniable symphony of skin and sin, each note striking him with a force that both chastened and thrilled him. Ah, yes... Sarah breathed, her voice laced with a coy edge that Peter recognized all too well. It was the same tone she'd used on their wedding night, a playful tease that promised untold pleasures. Now, it was being offered to another, a truth that stoked the fires within him to a fever pitch. In his mind's eye, Sarah was a vision of erotic perfection, her pale skin contrasted with the boldness of her surrender. He pictured her bent forward, arching in invitation, while the unseen client, a mere silhouette in Peter's imagination, explored territories Peter himself had never claimed. The thought sent a jolt through his slim frame, a mixture of jealousy and yearning that bound him ever tighter to the spot. Please, don't stop... Her plea was punctuated by a sharp gasp as the tempo increased, a clear indication that the client was taking full advantage of Sarah's offering. Each slap of flesh against flesh was a visceral impact upon Peter's senses, carving out a space within him where pleasure mingled indistinguishably with pain. Is this what you want? Hm? The client's voice, heavy with dominance, probed the air. Tell me how much you love it. More than anything Sarah moaned, her words striking Peter like a physical caress. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, knuckles blanching under the strain of his grip, as if he could somehow hold onto the moment, control it as he could not control the unfolding scene behind the door. Good girl the client praised, and Peter's throat constricted around a silent groan. He leaned closer, unable to resist the siren call of their illicit intimacy, the sounds filling him with images too potent to banish. God, yes... The intensity in Sarah's voice twisted something deep within him, a coil winding so tight it threatened to snap. She was lost to the experience, to the client's demands, and in that loss, Peter found a dark reflection of his own desires. Fuck... just like that... The client’s gruff command melded with the crescendo of slapping and Sarah's escalating cries. Peter's imagination painted every detail, every forbidden touch, branding them onto his consciousness with startling clarity. Each breath he took seemed laden with the scent of their passion, a heady mix that filled his lungs and clouded his thoughts. And though he could not see, could not touch, he was there with them in the room, a phantom participant in their carnal ballet. The sounds continued unabated, building toward an apex that Peter felt in his very core. They were a litany of lust that spoke directly to his hidden, submissive self, a siren song that left his body trembling and his desire burning like a star gone supernova. The rhythm behind the door fractured, a staccato of gasps and sighs that signaled an impending end. Peter's hand trembled against the cool wood, his own breaths shallow echoes of the fervor within. His heart pounded out a desperate cadence, urging him toward something he couldn't name. Ah! Almost there… The client's voice was ragged with need, a stark contrast to Sarah's melodic moans that soared over the edge of restraint. Each syllable was a live wire against Peter's skin, an electric current that set his nerves alight. Please… I want you to... Her plea was cut short by a chorus of primal sounds, the culmination of their union reaching its zenith. And within Peter, a silent scream unfurled, stretching taut across the expanse of his imagination. He could picture it, the arch of her back, the clench of her fingers, the release that would paint her in shades of ecstasy. It was a visual symphony, a tableau vivant that played on the insides of his eyelids whenever he dared close them. His body responded in kind, a heated mimicry of the act he was barred from witnessing. A bead of sweat traced the line of his spine, an intimate track that seemed to mock his voyeuristic stance. Fuck, yes! The clarity of the client’s exclamation pierced through Peter's fog of arousal, the sound a clarion call that reality was soon to intrude upon this stolen moment. Peter's feet moved of their own accord, propelling him away from the epicenter of his obsession. He retreated with the stealth of a shadow, slipping through the half-open door that led to the balcony. The cool night air was a jarring contrast to the heat that flushed his skin, the openness of the space around him a sudden [[SarahNClient4.1<-void compared to the cramped corridor.]]

<<if $m2f > 0>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Structure/peterbalcony.png']]<<else>><<if $pHair == 0>><<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Structure/peterF0balcony.png']]<</if>><</if>> Leaning on the balustrade, he feigned interest in the midnight tapestry above, each star a distant witness to his inner turmoil. His chest heaved, striving for calm as the lingering sounds of Sarah's climax echoed in his ears, the ghost of pleasure he could only ever chase but never hold. He strained not to glance back toward the room, to maintain the masquerade of a man merely enjoying the nocturnal serenity. But beneath the veneer lay a roiling sea of anticipation, yearning, and questions that gnawed at the edges of his mind like a relentless tide. Beautiful night, isn't it? he murmured to the darkness, his voice catching on the words, a performance for an audience of none. A gust of wind whispered past, carrying away the remnants of his restraint, leaving him adrift in a sea of want and wonder. Peter's gaze flitted from the heavens to the corridor, drawn by the soft click of a door handle and the muffled sound of farewells. His heart pounded against his ribcage as he peered through the ornate lattice that veiled the balcony from prying eyes. There she was, Sarah, her silhouette momentarily framed in the doorway before emerging into the dimly lit hall. Take care, darling, a husky voice drifted from within, barely audible. Always do Sarah replied, her tone light yet laced with an edge that tugged at Peter's senses. Her legs moved with the grace of a dancer, but it was the telltale sign of her recent encounter that drew Peter's attention a stain that marked her inner thighs, a stark contrast against her pale skin. He swallowed hard as his pulse raced, the sight igniting a fire within him that scorched reason and restraint. God, Sarah... he whispered under his breath, the name escaping like a prayer fraught with confusion and desire. In the muted light, she paused, tilting her head as if sensing an unseen presence. For a heartbeat, Peter thought she might turn and catch him there, exposed in his voyeurism. But she continued on, oblivious to his internal battle. Is this what you want? he pondered silently, the image before him blurring as imagination melded with reality. To be marked by others, while I can only watch? He could feel the weight of his longing, a heavy cloak around his shoulders. It was a strange concoction of pride and humiliation, knowing she was desired by many, yet it was his name she bore. The complexity of his emotions twisted inside him, love entwined with a darker craving that he could not fully understand or admit. Damn it, he muttered, clenching the balustrade until his knuckles turned white. What did you do in there, Sarah? What don't I see? The echo of her laughter lingered in the air as she disappeared from view, leaving behind a trail of unanswered questions. Peter felt the sharp pang of exclusion, the realization that there were chapters of her life written in ink invisible to him. Why am I aroused to this? The question hung in the silence, unvoiced yet palpable as the night breeze. It whirled around him, an intangible specter mingling with the scent of jasmine that crept up from the gardens below. But tonight, he would wrestle with the ghosts of what had been and the shadows of what might be, his mind a canvas painted with the hues of lust, love, and the enigmatic dance of [[Upstairs<-a marriage less ordinary.]]

<<set $timesSexWithPeter++>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to "Neighbor">><<set $wifeLastAnal to "Neighbor">><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -100, 0, 100) >><<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> Peter, don't you think it's time to up the stakes? Sarah taunted as she continued to pleasure the neighbor. Her voice sent shivers down Peter's spine, and he couldn't help but feel a growing sense of vulnerability. Sarah... I'm trying, he choked out, his voice strained with effort. Trying isn't enough, my love, she said, her words dripping with seduction. She got up, followed by the neighbor, he didn't let his dick out her asshole not even a second and with each thrust from the neighbor, she inched closer to Peter. Her green eyes bore into him like a predator stalking its prey. Let me help you, she whispered, reaching between Peter's legs. The sudden contact startled him, and his heart raced as Sarah began to stroke him with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each movement was calculated, designed to push him further toward the edge. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/neighbor1/cucking3.png']] Sarah, please, he pleaded, knowing that her touch would be his undoing. His palms were starting to sweat, and his chest heaved with ragged breaths. Shh, Peter. Just let go, she purred, tightening her grip on him. Her eyes remained locked onto his, a challenge for him to resist her advances. But as Sarah continued to jerk him off, Peter could feel his resistance slipping away. His body betrayed him, arousal winning out over willpower. He tried to focus on anything else, the ceiling, their wedding memories, the faint sound of a dog barking outside, but it was no use. Sarah had complete control over him, and he was powerless to stop her. Sarah... I can't hold back any longer, he admitted, feeling a pang of defeat mixed with overwhelming desire. Oh no, she replied, her lips curling into a wicked smile. Now let it all out. With one final stroke, Peter succumbed to his body's primal urges, releasing himself in an intense climax. His vision blurred, and his legs trembled beneath him as he lost himself in the throes of ecstasy. Ah, Peter, Sarah said, her voice laced with satisfaction. I knew you couldn't resist me. A moment later, the neighbor reached his own climax ejaculating deep inside her, adding to the intoxicating atmosphere of their forbidden encounter. Peter's heart sank with the realization that he had lost the game, but the bitter taste of defeat was quickly overshadowed by the undeniable thrill of their shared experience. Looks like I win, Sarah whispered, her eyes glinting with mischief. But don't worry, my love. We're just getting started. With a sly grin still on her face, Sarah leaned in and pressed her lips softly against Peter's. The intoxicating taste of their shared arousal lingered between them, and he could feel every curve and [[Wife n Peter Sex4.4<-contour of her body pressed up against his.]]

<<set $feminization to 10>> As Peter enters Loki's home, he spotted Loki immediately, hunched over a table in the corner, his dark skin glowing in the flickering candlelight. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/loki/loki.png']] Loki Peter said, approaching the table. Loki looked up, his expression unreadable. Peter. You said you had something to tell me. Loki leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers. I do. There's a witch in the woods who knows about you. She wants to talk to you. Sarah had told him stories of the witch when they were children, tales of magic and mystery that had both thrilled and terrified him. What does she want to talk to me about? You should ask her, she's been asking for you specifically. Peter's mind raced with possibilities. What could the witch want with him? And why now, after all these years? He made up his mind. [[LokiCirceIntro2<-I'll do it. I'll meet her.]] [[LokiStore<- I dont want to meet her.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/loki/loki.png']] <<set $loki to -2>> Good. I'll take you to her.Loki nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. Peter's thoughts turned to Sarah, she was the one that told him about the witch's tale. I want to bring Sarah with me he said, looking at Loki. Your wife? Loki raised an eyebrow. Peter nodded. She was the one who introduced me to the witch's tale in the first place. She deserves to be there too. Loki leaned back in his chair and studied Peter for a moment. Very well he said finally. I'll wait for you both. But be warned, the woods can be dangerous, especially for those who are unprepared. Thank you, Loki. We'll be ready. Peter felt a surge of gratitude towards Loki. He had been nervous about asking him, but now that he had agreed, [[Lowtown Streets<-Peter felt a sense of relief wash over him.]]

<<set $loki to 3>> <<set _randomNumber to random(1, 6)>><<set _randomTavernImage to random(1, 3)>> <<if $wifelocation == "Bedroom">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeonbed1.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Kitchen">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onkitchen2.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Bathroom">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/bath2.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "House">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onlivingroom1.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Tavern" && $creampieCheck == 0>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeontavern1.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Tavern" && $creampieCheck == 1>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeTavernCum'+_randomTavernImage+'.png']]<</if>> Sarah he said, trying to contain his excitement. I have something to tell you Sarah looked up and smiled. What is it? [[LokiCirceIntro4<-Tell her about your encounter with Loki]]

<<set _randomNumber to random(1, 6)>><<set _randomTavernImage to random(1, 3)>> <<if $wifelocation == "Bedroom">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeonbed1.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Kitchen">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onkitchen2.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Bathroom">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/bath2.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "House">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onlivingroom1.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Tavern" && $creampieCheck == 0>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeontavern1.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Tavern" && $creampieCheck == 1>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeTavernCum'+_randomTavernImage+'.png']]<</if>> Peter told her about his meeting with Loki and the witch in the woods. Sarah listened attentively, her eyes wide with curiosity. Are you sure you want to do this? she asked when he had finished. Peter nodded. Yes. I want to know more about magic, and I want you by my side when I do it. Sarah hesitated for a moment before nodding. Okay. I'll go with you. Peter felt a surge of joy. He took Sarah's hand and led her out. They would venture into the woods together, uncovering the mysteries of what Peter always searched for and building a stronger bond between them. As they left the house, the moon cast an eerie glow over the path ahead. The rustling of leaves added an ominous ambiance to their journey, but Peter felt no fear. He was with Sarah, and [[LokiCirceIntro5<-together, they could face anything.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/loki/loki.png']] Loki sat at a corner table, his dark eyes studying them intently. He nodded in acknowledgment as they entered, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. Peter and Sarah exchanged glances, their excitement palpable. They had come this far, and there was no turning back now. They were about to embark on an adventure that would change their lives forever. Welcome Loki said, his voice deep and smooth. I see you've brought Sarah with you. Peter nodded, his throat dry. Yes, she agreed to come. Loki's gaze lingered on Sarah, his eyes filled with curiosity. I see he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Well, the witch awaits your arrival in the woods. You should proceed without delay. Peter felt a surge of excitement. He took Sarah's hand, and together,his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. They walked hand in hand, their footsteps echoing through the empty streets as [[CirceIntro1<-they made their way towards the woods.]]

The moon cast an ethereal glow on the path ahead, guiding Peter and Sarah deeper into the woods. The air was thick, and the rustling of leaves added an eerie ambiance to their journey. But they pressed on, their curiosity and excitement driving them forward. As they reached the clearing in the woods, a large shack emerged from the mist. It was old and weathered, its wooden structure worn by time. Peter and Sarah exchanged a nervous glance before stepping forward, their hearts pounding in their chests. I can't believe we're actually doing this Sarah whispered, squeezing Peter's hand tightly. Her voice trembled with a mix of excitement and fear. Neither can I he admitted, his heart pounding in his chest. But I trust Loki. They entered the shack, their eyes adjusting to the dim light within. Waiting for them was Circe, a strikingly beautiful woman with an air of power and mystery. Her eyes lingering on Peter with a mix of curiosity and desire. Thank you, Loki Circe said, her voice melodic and captivating. I appreciate your assistance in bringing these two to me. Loki nodded, his eyes meeting Peter's for a brief moment before disappearing into the shadows. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/circe/CirceIntro.png']] Peter felt a shiver run down his spine, but he stood his ground, his eyes locked on Circe's. Peter was with Sarah, [[CirceIntro2<-he was ready to face whatever lay ahead.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/circe/CirceIntro.png']] Welcome, Peter and Sarah she said, her voice soft yet commanding. I've been waiting for you. Circe turned her attention back to Peter and Sarah. Please, have a seat she offered, gesturing towards two worn-out chairs in front of her. Peter and Sarah obliged, their hearts still pounding in their chests. The anticipation was palpable. Circe sat back down, her gaze never leaving Peter's. I know about your life, Peter she began, her voice now tinged with an underlying darkness. I know about your past, your present, and I can help you shape your future. Peter's curiosity intensified, his mind racing with questions about her magic and its implications. Let me say straight ahead, I do not like men, Loki is the only one that I accept, but you are different Peter, I saw your intentions, I see your desires, I see your passion to Sarah. I want to... Help you and Sarah thrive as a couple...She said making circular movements with her nail on the table next to her. Men live so little Peter, that is truly a shame, but what if your love for her can endure for centuries? I can make that possible. Sarah leaned in, her eyes wide with intrigue. How? she asked her voice barely above a whisper. Circe smiled, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and power. That's a secret I'll share with you both, once you're ready to take the next step. Peter felt a shiver run down his spine, [[CircePactOffer<-unsure of what the next step entailed.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/circe/CirceIntro.png']] Circe leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light. I can offer you something truly extraordinary, Peter she said, her voice low and mesmerizing. A transformation that will grant you a longer life, just like Sarah's... Maybe even more... Peter's heart skipped a beat. The idea of spending eternity with Sarah was intoxicating. But there was something about Circe's proposition that made him uneasy. He hesitated, unsure of the consequences. What do you mean by transformation? he asked. Circe smiled enigmatically. Again darling, It's a secret I'll share with you both, once you're ready to take the next step she repeated, her voice filled with a promise of something both thrilling and terrifying. Sarah squeezed Peter's hand, her eyes filled with excitement and anticipation. Let's do it, Peter she urged, her voice barely above a whisper filled with happyness. Think about it, we could be together forever. Peter looked at Sarah, her face glowing in the dim light of the shack. He knew she was right. The prospect of eternal youth and love with Sarah was too tempting. [[CircePactOfferAccepted<-Accept it]] [[CircePactOfferRefused<-Refuse it]]

<<run $peterBuffs.pickup("Curse of Forever Youth", 1)>><<set $CoYouth to $datenow>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >> He turned back to Circe, his decision made. Right he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil of emotions roiling within him. I'm ready. Circe nodded, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She stood up, her movements fluid and graceful. Follow me she said, leading them towards the back of the shack. As they walked, Peter couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He didn't know what the transformation entailed, maybe it meant that he will be transformed to a longer living person, but he trusted Sarah opinion. He had to believe that this was the right decision, for himself and for Sarah. They reached the back of the shack, where a large cauldron bubbled and steamed. Circe gestured towards it, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and anticipation. Step forward, Peter she said, her voice filled with a strange kind of authority. Peter did as he was told, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked at Sarah, who gave him an encouraging nod. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and stepped into the cauldron. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/circe/CirceCauldron.png']] The water was hot, but not unbearable. Peter felt a strange sensation coursing through his body, like a thousand needles pricking his skin. He opened his eyes, expecting to see Sarah and Circe staring back at him. But instead, he saw nothing but darkness. He felt a moment of panic, but then he remembered Sarah's words, 'we could be together forever.' And with that thought, Peter let go, [[CircePactOfferRefused<-surrendering himself to the unknown.]]

<h3>Bedroom</h3> [img[setup.ImagePath+'house/bedroom.png']] <<run $wardrobePlayer.merge($peterWearingClotheNow)>><<run $peterWearingClotheNow.empty()>><<run $wardrobePlayer.transfer($peterWearingClotheNow,"Naked", 1 )>> <<set $elmerTriggerStory to 1>> Peter's eyes fluttered open, his bedroom slowly coming into focus. Naked on his bed, he turned on his side and saw Sarah sleeping peacefully next to him. Was it all just a dream? He could still feel the eerie sensation of being at the witch's shack, but it seemed like a distant memory now. What had really happened? The more he thought about it, the hazier the details became. But one thing was for sure - that was no ordinary dream. It felt too real, too vivid. And the lingering unease in his gut told him [[Bedroom<-there was something more to it.]]

<<set $peterWifeSexNumber to 6>><<set $firstDreams to 22>> The sound of the front door creaking open was met with an unexpected sight. Peter stood in the doorway, his tired eyes taking in the vision before him. Sarah, his beautiful wife, was playfully cleaning the house, her hips swaying with all the cleaning. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she twirled a feather duster, her blonde hair cascading down her back. Hi, honey! Sarah called out, her green eyes sparkling with excitement. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/cleaning.png']] You're home earlier than I expected. Peter couldn't help but smile at the warm greeting. He loosened his tie and stepped into their cozy living room, still observing Sarah's dance-like movements. Her petite frame moved gracefully, almost as if she was putting on a private show just for him. Couldn't bear to be away from you any longer Peter replied playfully, his smile shining through. He approached his wife, ready to embrace her. Wait! Don't come any closer Sarah teased, holding up one hand while the other clutched the feather duster. I have a surprise for you, but you'll have to wait until I'm done cleaning. Peter furrowed his brow, curiosity piqued. He leaned against the wall, watching intently as Sarah continued her playful cleaning routine. His mind began racing, wondering what this surprise could be. The anticipation built inside him, a mixture of excitement and nerves bubbling up like a volcano on the verge of eruption. Come on, Sarah Peter pleaded, unable to contain his curiosity. Can't you give me a hint? Nope! She giggled, shaking her head. Patience is a virtue, my love. Peter sighed, his gaze never leaving his wife's enchanting movements. As he watched her, he couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky to have Sarah in his life. He knew he would do anything for her, even as his mind wandered, imagining the possibilities of the [[Peter First Chastity1<-surprise she had in store for him.]]

<<set $pChastity to true>> Alright, I'm done Sarah announced, setting the duster aside and turning to face Peter. Her eyes gleamed with anticipation and playfulness. Close your eyes, and no peeking! Peter obeyed without hesitation, shutting his eyes tightly. He could hear Sarah's light footsteps approaching, her soft breathing growing closer. The excitement within him swelled, eager to discover what awaited him. A flood of memories washed over Peter as he stood there, eyes closed, waiting. He recalled the last surprise Sarah had in store for him, the encounter with their neighbor. The vivid images of that night filled his mind, sending both a rush of jealousy and arousal through his veins. He remembered how Sarah had toyed with him then, her playfulness bordering on wickedness. Could she be planning something similar tonight? Okay, you can open your eyes now Sarah said, her voice soft and sweet. Peter blinked, allowing his vision to adjust. There, cradled in Sarah's delicate hands, was a small velvet box. She looked up at him, her green eyes sparkling with excitement. Go on, open it. His heart pounding, Peter took the box from her grasp, feeling its surprising weight in his palm. As he lifted the lid, his confusion only deepened. Nestled within the plush lining was a metal device, intricately designed yet unfamiliar. Sarah... what is this? he asked hesitantly, lifting the chastity cage out of the box and studying it, trying to make sense of its purpose. [img[setup.ImagePath+'items/Ccage.png']] Ah, I see you're not quite sure what you're holding she teased, a mischievous glint in her eye. It's a chastity cage, my love. She took it from him, expertly handling the metal contraption. And it's going to be part of our game. Peter's mouth went dry as he processed her words. A chastity cage? For him? His stomach churned with a mixture of anxiety, unsure of what to expect next. How does it... work? Let me show you Sarah purred, guiding him to sit down on the edge of their bed. I promise I'll be gentle. As Peter watched his wife handle the chastity cage, he couldn't help but feel a little bit of fear and excitement. This was new territory for them both, and as much as the thought of relinquishing control to Sarah thrilled him, it also left him with a knot of uncertainty in his gut. The images from their previous surprise still lingered in his mind, fueling his arousal while simultaneously [[Peter First Chastity1.1<-stoking the flames of jealousy.]]

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 30, 0, 100) >><<run $wardrobePlayer.merge($peterWearingClotheNow)>><<run $peterWearingClotheNow.empty()>><<run $wardrobePlayer.transfer($peterWearingClotheNow,"Naked", 1 )>> Peter's heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the chastity cage, a mixture of confusion and unease gripping him. The cold metal glinted under the soft light of their bedroom, its intricate design both alluring and intimidating. He struggled to comprehend how this small device would play. Sarah he said, his voice wavering. I don't understand. What is this for? What does it... do? Sarah grinned, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. It's a chastity cage, Peter. You wear it around your... well, you know. She gestured vaguely towards his crotch, her cheeks flushing a delightful shade of pink. It's meant to keep you from having orgasms without my permission. Without your permission? Peter repeated, his mind racing with questions and conflicting emotions. He couldn't deny that the idea intrigued him, but the thought of relinquishing control in such an intimate way left him feeling vulnerable. Exactly Sarah replied, taking a step closer to him. It's part of our game tonight. I want you to put it on, and then we can explore what it feels like for you to be completely at my mercy. Peter swallowed hard, his palms growing clammy as he gripped the chastity cage. A thousand thoughts swirled through his head, again, memories of Sarah's last surprise, the encounter with the neighbor, the jealousy that had gnawed at him ever since. And yet, the prospect of submitting to his wife in this new and unexpected way stirred something deep within him, a desire he couldn't quite suppress. Alright he whispered, his voice barely audible. I'll try it. Sarah's face lit up, her excitement palpable. Wonderful! Don't worry, my love, I'll guide you through the process. We're in this together. As he handed the cage back to Sarah, Peter couldn't help but feel a combination of trepidation and anticipation. With each passing moment, the line between fear and excitement blurred, leaving him eager to experience whatever his wife had planned, even if it meant going into uncharted territory. With an innocent smile and a twinkle in her green eyes, Sarah gently took Peter's hand and led him to the bedroom. The playful demeanor she displayed was both endearing and disarming, making Peter feel more at ease as they approached this new experience together. Alright Sarah said softly, her voice light and reassuring. First, let's get you undressed. As Peter removed his clothes, he couldn't help but feel self-conscious under Sarah's watchful gaze. Her presence, combined with the anticipation of what was to come, sent shivers down his spine. He tried to focus on her delicate touch, the way her fingers traced along his skin as she helped him remove his pants, leaving him standing before her in nothing but his underwear. Ready? she asked, the chastity cage in one hand while she held his underwear with the other. Peter nodded, swallowing hard. Y-yes. Right Sarah smiled, carefully guiding Peter's penis into the chastity cage. Her fingertips brushed against him, causing a shiver to run up his spine. Despite his initial reluctance, he couldn't deny the electric thrill that came from being so vulnerable in front of his wife. As Sarah closed the cage around him, Peter felt the tightness increase, encasing him in its cool metal embrace. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, the constriction, the loss of control, and the strange pleasure that came with it all. Is it too tight? she asked, concern lacing her voice. No, it's... I think it's okay Peter replied, trying to adjust to the new feeling that enveloped him. In truth, the tightness was both uncomfortable and somehow arousing, a paradox that left him wondering how he could derive pleasure from something so restricting. Great! Sarah beamed, her playfulness returning as she admired her handiwork. Now you're all set. How does it feel? <<if $m2f > 1>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/Ccaged.png']]<<else>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/female/Ccaged.png']]<</if>> Strange Peter admitted. But not... bad. Good Sarah nodded, her eyes dancing with excitement. Remember, this is just a game we're playing together. And I promise to take good care of you while you're wearing it. As she spoke, Peter couldn't help but get lost in her eyes, the warmth and [[PeterFirstChastity1.2<-affection that radiated from them.]]

He knew, deep down, that no matter how strange or daunting this experience might be, he could trust Sarah completely. And as they continued to navigate this uncharted territory, he would do so with both curiosity and an open heart. Thank you he murmured, reaching out to touch her cheek gently. I trust you. Always she replied, pressing a light kiss to his lips before pulling away. Now, let's see where this new adventure takes us. Peter's eyes widened as Sarah produced a small key, its shiny metal surface reflecting the light. She leaned in close, her green eyes twinkling with mischief as she inserted the key into the lock on the chastity cage. Ready for the next step? she asked playfully, pausing just for a moment to gauge his reaction. Um, sure.. Peter stammered, his pulse quickening at the realization of what was about to happen. The sound of the lock clicking into place echoed through the room, and Peter couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine. This was it, he had completely relinquished control over his own sexual pleasure. Wow he murmured, his voice a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. It feels... different. See? I told you it'd be fun! Sarah exclaimed, her innocent face contrasting with the powerful act she had just performed. And just think, this will make you even more horny than usual. Really? Peter questioned, experiencing a mix of arousal and confusion. How could something so restrictive have such an effect? Absolutely! Sarah replied, her enthusiasm unwavering. The more you're denied, the more you'll crave me. The anticipation will build, making everything that much more intense when we finally decide to... well, you know. As she spoke, Peter felt a strange sense of excitement wash over him. Despite the initial unease, he found himself drawn to the idea of experiencing new heights of desire, all under the watchful gaze of his beautiful wife. Okay he agreed, swallowing hard. I'm willing to give it a try. But how long do I have to wear this? Ah, that's the best part Sarah said with a sly grin. We'll keep it a surprise. You'll never know when I'll unlock you. It'll be our little game. Al..right... Peter sighed, accepting the challenge. His mind raced with thoughts of how this new adventure would unfold, and he couldn't deny a certain thrill at being pushed out of his comfort zone. Good Sarah said, giving him a reassuring smile. It's all part of our journey together. And remember, I'm always here for you. With that, she turned away, leaving Peter to contemplate the unfamiliar weight between his legs, the sound of her laughter echoing in his ears as he embarked on this uncharted path. Peter's heart raced as he struggled to process the whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. He stared down at the chastity cage, feeling both a sense of arousal and confusion. He couldn't deny the excitement that coursed through his veins, but the uncertainty of what lay ahead left him feeling vulnerable. Hey Sarah whispered softly, her delicate fingers tracing a path along his thigh before coming to rest on the locked cage. Her touch sent shivers up his spine, heightening his arousal even further. Sarah... Peter began, his voice wavering with uncertainty, but she cut him off with a finger pressed gently against his lips. Shh she cooed, her green eyes sparkling with mischievous delight. Relax, my love. Trust me. Before Peter could respond, Sarah leaned in and planted a tender kiss on his locked dick, her warm breath sending goosebumps racing across his skin. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and it left him reeling with desire. See? Sarah teased, her voice playful and light. It's not so bad, is it? She skipped away from him, her blonde hair bouncing with each step. Peter watched her lithe form retreat, captivated by her beauty and grace. She turned back to him, giggling, and blew him a sultry kiss before disappearing around the corner. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/walkingaway.png']] Wait! he called after her, but she was gone, leaving him standing there, his arousal mingled with bewilderment. Peter took a shaky breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He considered the weight of the cage, the way it restricted him, and how it made every touch, every sensation, feel that much more intense. He knew he would have to navigate this new terrain carefully, putting his faith in Sarah's hands. Sarah... he murmured to himself, his resolve strengthened by his love for her. The desire to explore the unknown, to push past his boundaries and find pleasure in unexpected places, took hold of him. Alright he whispered, steeling himself for the journey ahead. Let's see where this takes us. With a determined stride, Peter followed after Sarah, his emotions a tangled web of anticipation and trepidation as he ventured into this [[Bedroom<-new chapter of their lives together.]]

Peter's breath hitched, an inexplicable warmth blossoming within him. It came without warning, a sudden urgent arousal that seemed to grip his entire being. He was alone, there were no silken whispers of Sarah's touch, no soft enticement, just the quiet of their shared bedroom with its lingering scent of jasmine from last night's incense. His heart thumped erratically against his ribcage, each beat a drumroll that echoed the rising heat coursing through his veins. Peter tried to steady himself, clutching at the edge of the wooden dresser, but his fingers felt numb, barely registering the grainy texture beneath them. All right he murmured, attempting to ground himself with the sound of his own voice. This is... strange. The room began to tilt, and Peter blinked rapidly as if to reset the balance of his world. But the dizziness only intensified, a carousel spinning out of control. His vision smeared at the edges, colors bleeding into one another, making the familiar surroundings morph into something alien. Sarah? he called out weakly. The word hung in the air, unanswered, leaving a hollow echo in its wake. There was no comfort in solitude, not when his mind started to betray him, conjuring phantoms from the blurs. Shapes danced behind his eyelids, images that hinted at forbidden desires, tantalizing and elusive. Peter shook his head, trying to dispel the illusions, but they clung stubbornly, like vines wrapping around his consciousness. [img[setup.ImagePath+'m2fStory/halucination1.png']] Stop it he commanded, his voice losing its conviction as the hallucinations persisted. A shadow here, a whisper of movement there, his senses were no longer reliable narrators of his reality. What is going on? he whispered, as he said it, the floor seemed to sway beneath his feet, the walls leaning in as if to share a secret he wasn't sure he wanted to hear. His body, once a bastion of predictability, now rebelled in the most intimate of ways, refusing to heed his desperate pleas for normalcy. Peter leaned against the wall, his palm flat against the cool plaster as if seeking stability from its solidness. The sense of balance he craved eluded him; instead, a dull throb pulsed through his limbs, muscles once taut now quivering with an unfamiliar weakness. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the discomfort to ebb away, but it clung to him, insidious and unyielding. Damn it he muttered, the words barely more than a breath lost in the silence of the room. His attempt to straighten up sent another wave of ache rolling through him, muscles protesting in silent agony. Eyes fluttering open, Peter sought clarity in his surroundings. But the room refused to come into focus. Lines that should have been sharp blended into one another, the edges of furniture softening, colors bleeding together like a watercolor left out in the rain. Come on he urged himself, voice cracking with the effort of speaking. He blinked rapidly, hoping to clear the film that seemed to have settled over his eyes. It was no use. The haze thickened, reality warping before him into an impressionist's nightmare. Sarah he called again, the name carrying more desperation this time. He needed her grounding presence, needed her to dispel the disorienting fog that made his home feel alien. But there was no answer, only the echo of his own voice against the walls,[[Transformation1.1<- mocking him with its solitude.]]

He reached out, hands fumbling for something, anything to hold onto. His fingers brushed against the back of a chair, the texture gritty beneath his touch. A lifeline in the form of worn fabric. He gripped it, holding on as the world seemed to tilt on its axis. Keep it together he whispered, a personal plea for control. But the room continued its subtle, sickening spin, and Peter could do nothing but cling to the chair, his anchor in a sea of confusion. Gripping the chair, Peter's knees buckled slightly, the world around him still a blur of colors and shapes. A wave of vertigo washed over him, his senses reeling as if the ground beneath him shifted. His height had diminished, just by those few elusive centimeters that often go unnoticed in the chaos of sensation and panic. Focus he muttered to himself, the word slicing through the haze. Each breath became a conscious effort, each exhale a deliberate release of tension. Minutes dripped by like molasses, each second stretching out before him. Gradually, the whirlpool of disorientation began to slow, its grip on him loosening. He leaned heavier into the chair, using it as a crutch while drawing deep, steadying breaths. Sarah he tried once more, but this time there was no edge of desperation in his voice. His words were firm, an assertion of reality as his vision slowly began to coalesce into coherent shapes. The contours of the room took on familiar forms, the softening edges sharpening as his eyes finally obeyed his command. Damn he sighed, feeling the solid ground of certainty underfoot once again. He straightened, releasing the chair back, noting with a flicker of curiosity that he seemed further from the ceiling than before. It was a fleeting thought, quickly dismissed as relief flooded him. Get it together, Peter. You're okay he told himself, his voice a low rumble in the stillness of the room. The strange sensations that had overtaken him were receding like tide going out, leaving behind only traces of their inexplicable visitation. Peter stood erect, testing his balance, finding it returning to him as if it had never left. His body felt lighter somehow, less burdened by the mysterious ache that had invaded his muscles moments ago. He took a cautious step forward, then another, reclaiming his space in the room with measured strides. Back to normal he affirmed, though the experience had etched itself into his memory, a puzzle to ponder at a later time when the world didn't seem quite so fragile. For now, he focused on his surroundings. Sarah still sleeping on the bed, the comfort of knowing he was okay, the stillness a [[Bedroom<-balm to his rattled nerves.]]

Peter's eyelids flicked open to a world blurred at the edges, his consciousness emerging from the depths of sleep like a diver breaking the surface. Every muscle protested with a dull throb that seemed foreign and misplaced. He shifted beneath the sheets, wincing as though he had been pushing weights or sprinting up hills in some forgotten dream. Beside him, the bed dipped slightly, the rustling of fabric whispering through the quiet room. Sarah's presence was a gentle warmth, her body's silhouette etched against the pale morning light filtering through the curtains. Her eyes, green and flecked with golden hues, captured his pained expression, concern softening the corners of her gaze. Peter? she murmured, her voice still thick with remnants of sleep. She propped herself on an elbow and reached out, slender fingers tracing the contour of his arm with a feather-light touch. The familiar intimacy of her caress held a hint of curiosity, sensing the unfamiliar tension coiled within his muscles. [img[setup.ImagePath+'m2fStory/talk1.png']] Everything hurts Peter admitted, turning to face her. His words came out in a slow exhale, a testament to the discomfort that enveloped him. Let me see Sarah said gently, her exploration continuing, attentive to every nuance of his form. Her fingertips charted new territory across the landscape of his body, noting the subtle shifts in muscle density, the slight give where there used to be resistance. She observed silently, her exploration methodical yet tender, deciphering the changes that had come over him overnight. Does this hurt? she asked, pressing lightly into the dip of his collarbone, her touch careful not to inflict further discomfort. A bit, yeah he replied, biting back. As he glanced down at his body, he couldn't help but notice how his once muscular body had transformed into a much skinnier version. The definition in his arms and chest had diminished, leaving behind a thin frame. It was as if someone had removed his former self and left behind this imitation. His mind raced with questions, what had caused this abruptaly change? It’s like my body’s not really mine right now. Strange Sarah whispered more to herself than to him, her brows knitting together in thought. Her hand paused for a moment, hovering over the curve of his bicep before resuming its silent dialogue with his skin. Maybe it'll pass, the witch told me when you entered the cauldron that would have some subtle changes. she offered, though uncertainty laced her tone. Her lips pressed into a line, a visible marker of her attempt to reassure both him and herself. He turned his head, meeting her gaze squarely. Uhh.. what do you mean subtle changes? he started, voice caught between vulnerability and the need for answers. Sarah sat up straighter, her back forming a slender silhouette against the morning light that seeped through their bedroom curtains. She watched him, her green eyes a pool of empathy and concern. Taking a deep breath, she prepared herself to relay the words that had been haunting her since their encounter with the enigmatic figure. She told us about this, about changes that might occur. She spoke of a transformation remember? Her voice wove through the air, gentle yet laden with significance. Peter's gaze locked onto hers, searching for a foothold in the maelstrom of his thoughts. But why? Why would she do this? His voice rose, not in anger but in a attempt to grasp the threads of his unraveling normalcy. Sometimes magic is a riddle wrapped in mystery, maybe is a collateral effect of her magic, we now have long lives together Peter! I was always worried of the thought of loosing you one day, but now that won't happen! I'm glad you made the right choice and whatever this transformation is, I'm happy with it, because we will be together! Sarah said, her fingers still tracing the outline of his arm, as if her touch could decipher the spellwork etched into his flesh. She mentioned these changes would be subtle, a shifting tide rather than a crashing wave. But maybe...maybe we misunderstood her meaning. So maybe there is more to come? Peter murmured, the implication of her words settling around them like a shroud. His heart thudded in his chest, a staccato rhythm that matched the pulse of fear threading through his veins. Whatever it is Peter, Sarah continued, her voice steady despite the tremor that threatened to break through. We'll face it together. You're not alone, Peter. I'm here, with you, every step of the way. Their eyes met once again, a silent vow passing between them. In that moment, the uncertainty of his physical form paled in comparison to the [[Bedroom<-steadfast certainty of her love.]]

Peter's eyelids grew heavy, the world around him dimming to a soft glow as consciousness slipped away. His breaths evened out into the slow, steady rhythm of slumber, transporting him beyond the tangible confines of his bedroom. A subtle shift occurred, like the gentle pull of an unseen tide, and Peter found himself adrift in an unfamiliar dreamscape. A mist clung to the edges of his thoughts, its tendrils weaving through his mind, obscuring reality. He surrendered to the fog, letting it guide him deeper into the labyrinth of his own subconscious. Here, in this liminal space, the rules of waking life held no sway. The haze thickened until all that remained was a formless void, a canvas awaiting the stroke of some unseen artist. The fog began to dissipate as if responding to Peter's silent call for clarity. His surroundings emerged from the darkness, revealing a vast expanse that stretched infinitely in every direction. It was an empty realm, devoid of landmarks or light, a place born from the recesses of his deepest psyche. Peter stood alone, enveloped by the silence of the void, its stillness almost palpable. The darkness pressed against him, a weightless force that both comforted and unnerved. In this boundless chamber of night. Three silhouettes materialized from the darkness, their outlines vague against the velvety black. Indistinct shapes stood before Peter, their presence sudden and commanding in the void that had just been his alone. The first figure loomed larger than the others, its stature dominating the space. Peter's gaze lifted to meet the towering form. An air of authority emanated from the silhouette, as tangible as the dark around them. It was as though the figure held a gravitational pull, beckoning him without a gesture, compelling him with an invisible force. [img[setup.ImagePath+'m2fStory/tallfigure.png']] The voice that broke the silence was deep and resonant. It filled the emptiness, vibrated through the air, and resonated within Peter's chest. Though no words were spoken, the message was clear: Follow. The command coursed through Peter's veins, awakening an instinctual urge to obey, yet he remained rooted to the spot, captive to indecision. Peter's attention shifted, drawn to the second form. Less imposing but no less captivating, it stood with a poise that whispered of secrets yet untold. The silhouette seemed to dance at the edges of his vision, never quite coming into focus, as though cloaked in an eternal twilight. Peter felt a stirring within him, a pull towards the enigmatic presence. [img[setup.ImagePath+'m2fStory/mediumfigure.png']] The third silhouette emerged more timidly from the dark expanse. Smaller than the rest, it held a delicate quality, as if crafted from the whispers of dreams themselves. Softness emanated from its outline, a gentle contrast to the starkness of the void around them. Its presence caressed Peter’s consciousness like a balm, soothing the raw edges of his perplexity. There was comfort in its subtlety, a tender invitation. [img[setup.ImagePath+'m2fStory/shortfigure.png']] In the dream's embrace, Peter felt the tension in his muscles ease. The allure of the unknown mingled with the solace of the familiar, each silhouette offering a different siren call to parts of his soul he barely recognized. His breath came in slow, measured paces, a counterpoint to the rapid drumming of his heart, as the two figures held him in a silent tableau of temptation and repose. The chorus of whispers swirled around Peter, a symphony of seduction that pulled at the edges of his mind. The first silhouette, tall and commanding, emanated a dominance that resonated with something deep within him, a primal force that both intimidated and intrigued. Its call was like a drumbeat, a profound bass that vibrated through Peter's core, urging him to step into a world where he could relinquish control, submit to desires he scarcely admitted to himself. Each call tugged at him, a trio of paths unfurling in different directions, each one as compelling as the other. His heart raced, a flurry of beats that echoed the dissonance of his indecision. Peter stood at the crossroads of longing, torn between the bold, the mysterious, and the comforting. He reached out, hands trembling, yearning to grasp the silhouettes. <<click "Obey the tall silhouette">><<goto "Transformation3.1">><</click>> (This will result on taller height m2f transformation) <<click "Accept the middle silhouette">><<set $pHeight to 2>><<goto "Transformation3.1">><</click>> (This will result on medium height m2f transformation) <<click "Get closer to the smaller silhouette">><<set $pHeight to 1>><<goto "Transformation3.1">><</click>> (This will result on shortest height m2f transformation)

The darkness around Peter began to swallow the light, each silhouette receding into the void. The tall figure, once commanding, now seemed a distant authority, its presence diminishing. The medium one, cloaked in allure, turned nebulous, its mystique dissipating like smoke. And the small, delicate form, with its soothing voice, faded like the last notes of a lullaby at dawn. A profound emptiness crept over Peter as the figures vanished, his outstretched hands grasping nothing but the chilling air of the void. Their calls, once clear and distinct, merged into an indiscernible echo that bounced off the unseen walls of his subconscious. The yearning for guidance, for a path to choose, clawed at him, leaving behind trails of unfulfilled desire. Peter's heart slackened its pace, the beats retreating as the dream slipped through his fingers. The longing shifted, morphing into raw curiosity, an unanswered question that lingered on the edge of his mind. He stood alone in the waning darkness, the silence heavy upon his chest. Suddenly, reality seeped back in, the boundaries of his dreamworld blurring as he was pulled from sleep's embrace. His eyes snapped open, the familiarity of his bedroom encroaching upon the remnants of the dream. Sweat clung to his skin, a testament to the fervor of the night's visions. The sheets beneath him bore witness to his restless journey, twisted and damp with exertion. [img[setup.ImagePath+'house/bedroom.png']] Peter lay still, his breathing uneven, as he tried to anchor himself to the world he knew. The silhouettes were gone, but the impression they left was etched deep within him, a mysterious longing that refused to be ignored. He remained motionless, the weight of his choices, or lack thereof, pressing down on him with the softness of a whisper, the quiet urgency of [[Bedroom<-a dream deferred.]]

Peter's eyelids flickered open to the unwelcome embrace of dawn. The sheets, drenched in the remnants of night's sweat, clung to his skin. His body protested with a dull, pervasive ache, the aftermath of a restless slumber, and each throb in his head punctuated the discomfort that held him captive in the tangled bedding. Beside him, the gentle rustle of movement signaled Sarah's transition from the depths of sleep. Her lashes lifted, revealing the vibrant green that always seemed to pierce through the haze of his confusion. She propped herself on one elbow, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of spun gold, concern knitting her brow as she took in his pained expression. Peter? Her voice was soft, laced with the sweet timbre of morning. What's wrong? You look... off... again.. [img[setup.ImagePath+'m2fStory/talk2.png']] He attempted a reassuring smile, but it faltered, betraying the unease that coiled within. Just a rough night, I guess. Peter's admission hung between them, an invisible thread weaving uncertainty into the fabric of the new day. Sarah reached out, her cool fingertips brushing against his forehead, exploring the lines of tension etched there. You're burning up she murmured, the warmth of her touch a stark contrast to the chill of concern that had settled in her gaze. Did you have another nightmare? Something like that. He didn't meet her eyes, instead focusing on the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, the way the morning light played across the pale canvas of her skin. In these moments, he could almost forget the gnawing pain, the sense of inadequacy that often lingered just beneath the surface of their conversations. Talk to me she urged, her voice a melody that beckoned him toward truth. But how could he voice the fears that clung to him like shadows, the silent specter of his own shortcomings that haunted the edges of their bed? I'm here for you, Peter. Always. Sarah's declaration was a lifeline thrown across the chasm of his doubts. Her hand found his, fingers intertwining in a silent vow of solidarity. He squeezed her hand, grateful for the anchor she provided in the tumultuous sea of his thoughts. I know, Sarah. Thank you. And for a fleeting moment, in the sanctuary of their shared silence, Peter allowed himself the luxury of believing that everything would be alright. Sarah's fingers hesitated, then resumed their journey, trailing a path down Peter’s arm, her touch tentative as if she were tracing the outline of a stranger. The soft gasp that escaped her lips was involuntary, a sound born of shock and disbelief. Peter... Her voice was a whisper caught between curiosity and concern. He followed her gaze, heart thudding against his ribcage like a caged bird desperate for escape. What he saw struck him with the force of a physical blow. His limbs, once toned and defined, now appeared diminished, the muscles leaner, less pronounced, the body of someone he scarcely recognized. God, what's happened to me? He couldn’t keep the tremor from his voice, his hands skimming over his arms, feeling the unfamiliar contours as if confirming their existence would somehow make sense of this transformation. Sarah leaned closer, her breath warm on his skin. You look... different. Her eyes, clouded with confusion, never left his altered physique. Is it just my imagination, or am I... He paused, grappling for words. ...Smaller? No, it's not your imagination. The bedsheets rustled as Sarah shifted, her movements mirroring his own disbelief. You are smaller, Peter. Smaller he repeated, the word foreign and bitter on his tongue. He looked up at her, searching for an anchor in the storm of his uncertainty. What does this mean for us? She reached out, placing a hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. We'll figure it out she said, her voice steady despite the chaos. Together. And in that moment, Peter clung to her assurance, the gravity of her words grounding him amidst the swirling tide of fear and doubt. A shiver ran through Peter as his gaze slid lower, dread coiling in his stomach. The sheets bunched around his waist did little to shield him from the stark truth of his transformation. He reached down with a hesitant hand, the fabric slipping away to [[Transformation4.1<-reveal the extent of his altered form.]]

His breath hitched, fingers brushing against skin where he once felt the familiar weight and presence. The realization hit him, a silent scream echoing in the confines of his mind. Tiny. Insignificant. Panic surged, an icy river flooding his veins as he grappled with the reality of his diminished masculinity. Sarah... The word was barely a whisper, his voice laced with a despair that clawed at his throat. She stirred beside him, her green eyes wide with a blend of surprise and something akin to mischief. A smirk played upon her lips, softening the edges of her concern as she took in the full measure of his worry. She leaned forward, the pale curtain of her blonde hair brushing against his shoulder as she whispered, her tone teasing yet tender. Don't worry, we'll figure something out, my little cutie. Her words, meant to comfort, hung in the air between them, a lifeline thrown into the churning sea of his frustration. Peter's heart throbbed, each beat a stark reminder of his altered state. He lay frozen, the morning light casting a cruel clarity over his new form. Sarah's playful words echoed in his mind, a stark contrast to the turmoil churning within him. His essence, his very identity seemed to have shrunk along with his body, leaving him adrift in a sea of uncertainty. Sarah he started again, the desperation in his voice more pronounced. I can't... I don't know if I can be what you need anymore. She turned to face him fully, her pale skin glowing in the dawn's embrace. Her hands, delicate and reassuring, found his. Their fingers intertwined, a physical manifestation of the bond they shared. Her touch was warm, a counterpoint to the cold dread that had settled in Peter's stomach. Listen to me, Peter she said, her voice firm yet laced with an undercurrent of affection. This she squeezed his hand gently. This is just a part of us, a single thread in the tapestry of our relationship. He met her gaze, the green of her eyes a familiar haven in the storm of his emotions. Her stare was unwavering, a beacon of certainty amidst his doubt. Love isn't just about bodies or... or size. she continued, her thumb caressing the back of his hand. It's about connection, trust, exploring together. We've always been more than that, haven't we? [img[setup.ImagePath+'m2fStory/talk3.png']] Peter's chest ached, the sincerity in Sarah's words piercing the fog of his fears. She believed in them, in the depth of their intimacy that couldn't be diminished by physical changes. But how? The question escaped him, a plaintive whisper betraying his vulnerability. We'll find ways. A soft determination colored her response. We'll experiment, discover new paths to pleasure. There's so much more to explore, Peter. And I want to explore it with you. Her reassurance wrapped around him like a comforting shroud. In her eyes, he saw not pity, but a promise, a promise of a future where they could navigate this uncharted territory together. Trust me she murmured, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. I'm here for you, every step of the way. In the stillness of the room, with Sarah's presence enveloping him, Peter felt the first fragile threads of hope weaving through his despair. Peter's gratitude battled with the twist in his gut, a shadow of envy creeping through him. The image of Sarah, her blonde hair cascading over another man's body, seared into his mind. He tugged at the sheets, trying to anchor himself to the present, but the fear lingered, would he ever feel the rush of ecstasy they once shared? Sarah he said, his voice strained. I can't stop thinking about... about you with someone else. A silence hung between them, heavy with unspoken words. Peter Sarah whispered, her hand squeezing his. Look at me. He complied, meeting her stare. Her green eyes twinkled with an intimate knowledge, a shared secret only they could understand. Let those thoughts go for now. she coaxed, brushing her lips against his earlobe. There are worlds of pleasure we've yet to discover. Her breath was warm, sending shivers down his spine. Like what? His curiosity peaked, mingling with a tentative excitement. Trust me she purred, her fingers dancing across his chest, tracing new lines of desire on his unfamiliar frame. There’s more to our love than the physical. You’ve always been bigger than what the eye can see, my little cutie. Sarah, I... Peter hesitated, then let out a resigned sigh. I'm scared. She nodded, her face softening. I know, darling. But this... it can be an adventure for us. We'll explore together, find new ways to make each other tremble and sigh. Can we really? Doubt flickered in his gaze, seeking reassurance. Absolutely she affirmed, her confidence unyielding. You have to trust me. And trust yourself. We're going to push every limit, break every rule. Our bodies are just the beginning. We have more than a thousand years ahead of us haven't we? Right Peter murmured, allowing the promise in her voice to wash over him. She was his lighthouse in the tempest, guiding him to shores unseen. Good Sarah said, her lips curving into a playful smile. Because I have some ideas that will make you forget all about your size. His heart skipped a beat as she leaned closer, the mischievous spark in her eyes igniting a flame within him. In that moment, he knew that no matter the changes, their journey together [[Bedroom<-was far from over.]]

<<set $datenow.setUTCHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 4)>> Peter stirred, the first tendrils of consciousness creeping into his mind like unwelcome weeds. His eyelids felt heavy, burdened by a weight that tugged at the corners of his eyes. Every muscle in his body protested as he shifted, trying to find some semblance of comfort on the tangled sheets. Dizziness swirled within him, a silent maelstrom that left his head pounding, each throb a dull hammer against his temples. A strange ache radiated from deep within his bones, as if his very marrow had soured overnight. He tried to sit up, but nausea washed over him like an unforgiving tide. Peter swallowed hard, forcing himself to plant his feet on the cold floor. He steadied his breath, waiting for the room to cease its subtle spin. The transformation had left its mark; it was as though his body had become a stranger to him overnight. Composing himself with measured effort, Peter shuffled toward the living room, each step a careful negotiation with balance. As he approached, the low hum of conversation reached his ears. It was Sarah's voice, a melodic whisper that carried both warmth and mischief. Her laughter followed, light and airy, a sound that could sway Peter's mood like the wind through chimes. Absolutely she was saying, her tone laced with playful assertion. Erick's response was a chuckle, rich and indulgent. You always have the best way with people, Sarah. Peter paused at the threshold, unseen yet. Sarah was perched on the armrest of the couch, close enough to Erick that their knees almost touched. The air between them was charged with an intimacy that was both casual and profound. She leaned forward, her blonde hair cascading like liquid gold, brushing Erick's shoulder as she emphasized a point with a delicate hand. Erick, leaning back with an ease that spoke of long familiarity, watched her with an expression of rapt attention. He nodded, his eyes never straying, as if Sarah were the only person in the world who mattered in that moment. And of course, I was right Sarah continued, her voice a teasing lilt. Never doubted you for a second Erick replied, his own voice a soft rumble, a counterpoint to her higher notes. The exchange was seamless, a dance of words and glances that excluded all else. Peter lingered there, just beyond their notice, a spectator to the scene before him. Peter's heart clenched, a visceral grip that knotted his insides as he watched them together. His feet felt rooted to the spot, a silent witness to their intimate tableau. Sarah, so close to Erick, her laughter a melody that played upon Peter's deepest insecurities. There was a tension in his chest, a pressure that built with each passing second, threatening to erupt. Sarah Peter's voice cracked, barely a whisper, laden with a mix of confusion and a desperate need to be acknowledged. [img[setup.ImagePath+'m2fStory/erick1.png']] Her head turned, green eyes locking onto his form in the doorway. Peter! she exclaimed, a note of surprise coloring her tone. You're up! come join us. Erick followed her gaze, his jovial expression faltering as he took in Peter's altered appearance. The lines on Erick's face deepened, etching a map of concern. Son, you look… Words failed him, the usual ease of his conversation replaced by an uncharacteristic hesitance. Smaller Peter finished for him, his voice a hollow echo of its former self. He could feel the weight of their stares, the way they lingered over his diminished frame. His skin stretched tight over less muscle, his clothes hanging looser than they had just days ago. But how? Erick's question hung in the air, thick with disbelief. I wish I knew. Peter murmured, feeling the sting of vulnerability. He shifted uncomfortably. Sarah leaned forward, her voice dropping to a whisper that seemed to weave through the hush of the room. I was about to warn you about it Erick, and it's going to sound unbelievable, but you need to understand what happened. Erick's eyes shifted between Sarah and Peter, his brow furrowed in concern. What is it, Sarah? Peter's different because... Because a witch did this to him. She hesitated, her fingers twisting together as she spoke. She changed him, physically, I mean. It's why he doesn't look quite like himself. A witch? Erick repeated, incredulity lacing his tone. He shook his head slowly, processing her words. Believe me, I know how it sounds. Sarah continued, her gaze steady on Erick's face. But it's true. And we're so worried about him, about how he'll cope now. Damn witches, always meddling where they shouldn't. Erick muttered, more to himself than to anyone else. He turned his attention to his son, his expression softening. Peter, my boy, people can be cruel about things they don't understand. They might not react well to...to the changes. Also people might notice that it is magic work and spread rummors... Peter swallowed hard, [[Transformation5.1<-the acknowledgement from his father hitting too close, too real.]]

I know, Dad. You'll be facing some tough times ahead. Erick said, leaning in closer. His voice was low, each word heavy with meaning. Especially, the way this... Transformation seems to be leaning towards.. What do you mean? Peter asked with a confused expression. Peter, haven't you noticed my boy? You look way more feminine, there are tales about witches turning man into woman... The memory of Sarah's chilling tale about the witch flooded Peter's mind, sending a shiver down his spine. A sudden realization hit him like a heavy boulder, causing his stomach to drop and his heart to race. He wasn't just losing weight and shrinking in size, he was being transformed into a woman! Visions of how women were treated by men in the kingdom flashed through his mind: condescending remarks, unwanted advances, and unequal treatment. Fear and panic gripped him as he realized the gravity of his situation. You'll need to stay strong. Can you do that? Erick said. Peter nodded, though his throat felt tight. I have to, don't I? Of course you do. Erick reached out, resting a hand on Peter's shoulder. And we'll be here for you. Those words held a deep significance for Peter in that moment, especially as they were spoken by his father, and now it had come in a moment of unexpected vulnerability. The warmth of his father's embrace and the gentle lilt of his voice only added to the significance of the moment. Tears welled up in Peter's eyes as he felt a sense of acceptance wash over him. In that instant, he knew that these words would stay with him forever, serving as a constant [[Transformation5.2<-reminder of their unbreakable bond.]]

Thanks Peter replied, the single word laced with a complexity of emotions. Whatever comes, Peter. Erick added firmly. You remember who you are inside. No witch's spell changes that. Right Peter said, mustering a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. The room grew quiet again as the gravity of their conversation settled around them, thick as fog. Peter's heart hammered in his chest, a drumbeat of impending doom that echoed Erick's warnings. His father's voice held an edge, a sharpness honed by concern. You've got to be careful, Peter. Erick said, his eyes scanning his son's altered visage. People talk, and their words can cut deeper than any knife. The room felt colder, the air heavy with unspoken fears. Peter's hands clenched into fists at his sides, the knuckles whitening. He imagined the stares, the whispers, the sneers that would follow him like shadows. I know. he managed to choke out, the words tasting bitter. Son, I've seen the ugliness people hide behind their polite smiles Erick continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial hush. They'll pry, they'll judge... You're going to hear things, things you wish you hadn't. Just remember, it's ignorance speaking, not truth. Peter nodded, but every nod felt like surrender. His mind spun with thoughts of rejection, of becoming an outcast in his own skin. He could already feel the weight of eyes upon him, eyes that wouldn't see the person he was inside. Promise me you won't let it get to you Erick implored, the plea heavy with the burden of a parent's worry. Promise me, Peter. I... I promise Peter said, though the vow tasted like ash in his mouth. He wondered if promises made in the face of fear held any weight at all. Erick's hand on his shoulder felt like an anchor, trying to hold him steady in a world that had suddenly turned unfamiliar and threatening. [img[setup.ImagePath+'m2fStory/erick2.png']] Excellent Peter and remember, you're not alone. We're in this together. Right. Peter said. Alone or not, the journey ahead loomed menacingly at the edge of his vision, a path shrouded in dread. Peter watched his father's retreating back, each step echoing a drumbeat of paternal concern. The tightness in his chest loosened just enough for gratitude to seep through the cracks of his fear. Thanks, Dad. Peter managed, his voice a shadow of its usual self. For... for being here. Erick paused at the doorway, turning to offer a smile tinged with sadness. Always, Peter. You're my son. His eyes, a mirror to Peter's own, held a depth of understanding that only a father's could. They spoke of shared history, of love unyielding. Your support means everything Peter said, finding strength in the truth of the words. He clung to them like a lifeline, feeling the sincerity behind them anchor him to the moment, to the man who stood before him. I know it's not easy Erick replied, his voice carrying a wisdom worn by years. But you've got more courage than you think. With those parting words, Erick stepped out of the room. His departure was a quiet closing of one chapter and the hesitant beginning of another. Left in the sudden stillness, Peter turned to face Sarah. Her presence was a balm and a torment all at once. She sat, her beauty untouched by the turmoil that churned within Peter. Her green eyes flickered with a complexity he couldn't decipher, playful yet distant, innocent yet knowing. Sarah he began, the name a whisper that seemed too loud in the silence. What now? She moved closer, the scent of her skin filling the space between them. It was familiar, intoxicating, a reminder of all the ways she held him captive, willingly or not. Whatever happens, I'm here love. she said, her voice steady. Her fingers traced idle patterns on his arm, sending shivers down his spine. We'll figure this out together. Can we? Doubt tainted his question, a poison that threatened to spread. Of course, we can. Her lips curved into a soft, reassuring smile. You're not alone, remember? We have each other. Her words should have comforted him, but instead they knotted further inside him, a tangle of need, desire, and trepidation. Peter nodded, but his heart raced with questions left unanswered, paths untrodden. Thank you, Sarah. His words were a mere breath, an attempt to convey the storm of emotions that wrestled within him. Always, Peter. she echoed Erick's sentiment, her hand squeezing his gently, a gesture meant to soothe, to promise solidarity in the face of the unknown. Peter's gaze lingered on Sarah as she stood in front of him, a beautiful enigma wrapped in a veneer of sweetness. In her eyes, he saw reflections of himself, his longing, his fears. And beneath it all, the relentless pulse of their complicated love. As silence settled around them, heavy with implication, Peter contemplated his next steps. A path fraught with uncertainty lay ahead, but for now, he had the solace of his father's acceptance and the [[House<-complex tapestry of his relationship with Sarah to guide him.]]

<<set $feminization to 11>> Peter's consciousness fluttered to the surface, a gnawing discomfort pulling him from the depths of slumber. He shifted beneath the sheets, trying to find relief, but the unease clung to his skin like morning dew. Something was wrong—profoundly wrong. Peter blinked as the morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting elongated shadows across the bedroom. The furniture loomed like silent giants around him, the dresser a monolith, the chair a throne for a figure larger than life. He swung his legs off the bed, the carpet a vast tundra beneath his feet. Every detail of the room magnified, every texture and color exaggerated, screamed at him from all sides. Wha.. His voice broke, sounding foreign even to his own ears. Sarah lay beside him, her breathing soft and even in the dim light of dawn. As he stirred, her green eyes cracked open, adjusting slowly to the new day. Good morning Sarah said, her voice a melody of surprise and delight. A blink, a subtle shift of her gaze, and suddenly she was staring at Peter with an intensity that made his stomach twist. Sarah? His voice should have been firm, a beacon in the disorienting expanse. Instead, it emerged as a high-pitched whisper, the sound alien to his own ears. It was as if the room had swallowed his deep timbre, leaving him with this soft, girlish echo. Peter? Sarah sat up, her eyes wide, mirroring his shock. Her gaze flickered over him, taking in the change. The room felt too large around him, the bed a vast ocean in which he was adrift. He reached for words, for some semblance of normalcy, but found none. Instead, he watched Sarah, her reaction a mirror to his own confusion, a reflection marred by the growing excitement that danced in her eyes. Peter she breathed out, the word laced with a hint of wonder. You look...different. Everything's... so big he stammered, the words floating oddly on his new vocal register. Your voice she said softly, tilting her head. It's very different. He cleared his throat, attempting to summon some semblance of his former resonance, but the effort was fruitless. The high pitch remained, stubborn and revealing. He felt exposed, as if this new voice laid bare parts of him he hadn't known existed. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/female/m2f1.png']] Can you, can you hear that? Peter touched his throat, the vibrations foreign under his fingertips. Of course, I can hear it. Sarah replied, her tone laced with something undefinable. Curiosity? Amusement? Is this happening? He looked around again, hoping reality would snap back into place, return him to his rightful scale. But the room refused to shrink, the world remained oversized, and he felt diminished in its midst. Seems so. she murmured, her eyes never leaving his face, seeking out his altered features with a mix of fascination and something akin to delight. Sarah, I... He wanted to express the turmoil within, the loss of self, but the words tangled up in his mouth, dissolving into the unfamiliar timbre of his voice. Shh. She placed a finger over his lips, silencing him. We'll figure this out. But as he looked up at her, Peter wasn't sure they would, or that she even wanted to. Her eyes roved over him, taking in every altered contour, every unexpected line. Surprise flickered across her face, morphing into something more complex as her lips curled into a playful smile. The mischievous glint in her eyes revealed the thrill of discovery, a silent promise of things to come. Sarah he said. What's happened to me? Her head cocked to one side, taking in the sight of him. She propped herself up on one elbow, the sheets slipping down to reveal the pale smoothness of her shoulder. Her gaze lingered on his face for a long moment before descending, inch by tantalizing inch, along the curve of his new form. Peter, you're... you're beautiful.. Sarah said, her voice a hushed murmur filled with awe and a hint of something darker, something primal. He wrapped his arms around his body instinctively, trying to cover himself, to shield his vulnerability. But Sarah's eyes held him in place, her gaze tracing the lines of his slender figure. He was smaller, more fragile. Every movement brought a new awareness of his altered physique, each breath a reminder of the changes wrought upon him. Look at you she continued, her words slow and deliberate. So delicate, so... exquisite. There was no mistaking the desire in her eyes as they met his. It was raw and unbridled, a lust that seemed amplified by his transformation. And though his mind reeled in confusion, there was a part of him, a part he scarcely recognized, that responded to her hunger. Is this what you want? Peter asked, his heart pounding against his delicate ribcage. Want? Sarah's lips parted in a coy smile, revealing the gleam of her teeth. I didn't realize I needed this until now. But seeing you like this, Peter... it's more than I could have ever imagined. He watched her, caught in the web of her gaze. As much as he wanted to deny it, there was an undeniable pull toward this new dynamic, a curiosity that mingled with his trepidation. The witch's curse had changed him and Sarah, his beloved wife, <<click "reveled in the aftermath.">><<goto "TransformationM2F1.1">><</click>>

Sarah's gaze lingered on Peter, her lips parting slightly as she took in every inch of his altered form. The sheets crumpled beneath his smaller frame, emphasizing just how much he had changed overnight. Peter she breathed out, the sound heavy with a desire that seemed to thicken the air between them. Look at you, so... different. <<if $pChastity>>Her eyes danced with a playful light as they dropped lower, to where his chastity cage should have been. A blush crept up Peter's cheeks, the heat almost burning as he followed her gaze. The metal device lay abandoned beside him on the bed, its purpose defeated by his sudden decrease in size. He tried to cover himself with his hands, but even they seemed delicate now, barely providing any shelter from her probing eyes. Your little cage fell off. Sarah teased, a coy smile playing on her lips. It seems it can't contain you anymore. Or should I say, it's too big for such a dainty thing.<</if>> Sarah Peter's voice cracked, the high pitch accentuating his plea. This isn't funny. I am really confused right now. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. Confused, my love? Her words were a caress, seductive and promising. Embarrassed? Vulnerable? She drew back slightly, locking her gaze with his. I see it all in your eyes, Peter. You're looking for answers where there's only mystery. Please he whispered, the unfamiliar softness of his own voice sending a shiver down his spine. Help me understand, why Cerci had to.. Understand? A chuckle escaped her, interrupting him, rich with unspoken thoughts. Perhaps there's nothing to understand. Maybe it's about embracing this... new reality. Embracing it? His heart hammered in his chest, each beat echoing the turmoil swirling inside him. Surely you're curious? Sarah's fingertips traced the outline of his jaw, her touch feather-light yet setting his skin ablaze. Curious what it feels like to be so utterly transformed. To be seen in a new light. Peter swallowed hard, his eyes still pleading as he searched her face for some clue, some sign of the Sarah he knew, the one who would guide him back to familiar ground. But the look in her eyes was foreign, a mix of intrigue and anticipation that offered no solace. Curiosity.. he managed to say, the word feeling strange and hollow. Is that all this is to you? Isn't curiosity the beginning of adventure? she queried, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. And oh, what an adventure we could have... Sarah's hand reached out, the delicate tips of her fingers brushing against the softness of Peter's cheek. The sensation was light but electric, tracing the unfamiliar lines that had emerged overnight, exploring the full extent of his altered visage. Your skin she murmured, It's so smooth, like porcelain. Her words hung in the air, a whisper that seemed both intimate and distant. Peter flinched at her touch, not from pain but from the raw vulnerability that coursed through him. Her fingers felt different on this new skin, as if they were claiming territory on an uncharted landscape. He closed his eyes, trying to isolate himself from the reality of her caress. Sarah he said, opening his eyes to meet hers. What will people say? His voice broke with the strain of fear, a stark contrast to the soft timbre of his new pitch. Does it matter? Sarah's question came as her thumb swept over his brow, smoothing away the crease of worry that had formed there. This is about you, about us. Let them talk she continued, leaning closer until her breath mingled with his. Let them speculate. In the end, their words are just noise. Also, not everyone will be cruel. Sarah said, her fingers still playing with the strands of his newly fine hair. For sure, they will find you... irresistible. He blinked, trying to process her words. It was an alien concept, yet her tone made it strangely compelling. Think about it she continued, leaning closer so that her breath warmed his ear. You're a woman now, unique, something to be coveted by, you can take advantage of that. Her eyes held a spark, one that suggested secrets and adventures. <<if $pHeight == 1>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/female/m2f2.png']]<<else>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/female/m2f3.png']]<</if>> Desirable? Peter's voice broke on the word. He had always been the protector, the strong one. Now, in this delicate new form, could he truly be the object of someone's longing? Very much so. Sarah's affirmation was firm, her gaze intense. She sat back, appraising him with an artist's eye. We can turn this around, explore... indulge in it. Indulge? His curiosity piqued despite the chaos of his thoughts. Absolutely. A mischievous smile played on her lips. We've been offered a chance to play with your boundaries, my love. To see what pleasures this change can bring for both of us. Her invitation hung between them, charged with possibility. Peter felt a tremor run through his body, not from fear, but from an unfamiliar anticipation. Are you suggesting... He trailed off, unsure of where his mind was leading. Only what you're comfortable with Sarah assured him, her voice dipped in velvet tones of persuasion. But imagine the thrill, the exploration of sensations you've never felt before. She leaned forward, her lips a whisper away from his. I'm here to guide you, to delight in every discovery with you. Will you let me? The room seemed to shrink, centering on her, on her offer. Peter's heart raced, his skin tingling with apprehension and something akin to excitement. Sarah, I... He hesitated, then met her gaze squarely. Show me how. Good boy... Or should I say girl? Her approval washed over him, soothing and intoxicating. Let's begin our journey into this <<if !$pChastity>>[[Bedroom<-new realm of pleasure.]]<<else>>[[TransformationChastityVariable<-new realm of pleasure.]]<</if>>

Peter shifted uncomfortably as Sarah's gaze slid down his body with an intensity that left him feeling exposed in ways he never had before. The air seemed thick, charged with a tension that was both exciting and unnerving. He watched her eyes, bright with a familiar mischief, as they settled on the area between his thighs. Looks like i will be needing to go shopping, darling. Sarah commented, a coy tilt to her voice. Her slender fingers brushed against his hip, causing a shiver to run through him. Peter's brows knitted together in confusion. Shopping? For what? For a new chastity cage. she said with a chuckle, her eyes glinting. One that can accommodate your little... New proportions. He felt his face flush with heat, the words striking a nerve. There was a vulnerability in being seen so differently, so intimately by her. Sarah... His protest was weak, barely audible. She pressed on, relentless in her teasing. I mean, it's only fair. You've become quite the record holder overnight. A smirk played at the corner of her mouth. Honestly, I think it might just be the smallest dick I've ever seen, or even heard of. The humiliation stung, settling into his chest like a weight. Peter swallowed hard, struggling to maintain his composure under her scrutinizing gaze. But despite the shame that gnawed at him, there was an undeniable stir within. Sarah's words, though mocking, ignited a flicker of something else, something dark and thrilling. Is that so? he managed. Absolutely. Sarah leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. But don't worry, sweetie. It's all part of the fun, isn't it? Exploring this new you, pushing those limits. Her whisper sent a ripple of sensation down his spine. He nodded silently, unsure if he could trust his voice. Sarah's presence was a balm and a torment all at once, and he was caught in the tumultuous tide of her influence. Let's see how far we can take this game. She murmured, her lips brushing his cheek in a ghost of a kiss. And as much as he wanted to resist, to retain some semblance of his former self, Peter knew he was already lost in the depths of Sarah's desires, in the promise of [[Bedroom<-forbidden pleasures yet to come.]]

<<if $streetsFirstTime == null>><<set $streetsFirstTime to 0>><<goto "City Presentation">><<elseif $streetsFirstTime != null>><<set $streetsFirstTime += 1>><</if>><<if $streetsFirstTime == 2>><<goto "AmariStory1">><</if>> The Streets [img[setup.ImagePath+'city/streets.png']] <<if $lr == 5 || $lr == 4 || $LRnot == 1>><<if $amariStory == 1>>[[Amari's House]]<</if>><</if>> <<button "<<Return to your house">> <<if $peterWifeSexNumber == 4>><<goto "Wife n Peter Sex4">><</if>> <<if $peterWifeSexNumber == 5>><<goto "Peter First Chastity">> <<else>><<goto "House">><</if>> <</button>>/*<<button "<v To the woods" "The woods">> <</button>>*/<<button "<^To the market" "The Market">> <</button>><<button "^>Uptown Streets" "Uptown Streets">> <</button>><<if $loki >= 2>><<button "v>Lowtown Streets" "Lowtown Streets">> <</button>><</if>>

The mirror reflected a stranger, yet Peter knew the delicate features and slender frame all too well. The transformation was complete, he had become she. A cascade of emotions threatened to overwhelm her as she traced the soft contours of what used to be a rugged jawline. The rumors would soon start, whispers of witchcraft or darker dealings. The Holy knights, ever zealous in their pursuit of the unnatural, would not turn a blind eye to such a spectacle. Damn. She muttered under her breath, her voice a silken lilt that felt alien to her own ears. She tugged nervously at the hem of her dress, adjusting the fabric over her slim hips. The room held a silence that begged to be broken, but the words wouldn't come. Thoughts spun like a whirlpool in her mind, and one fear crystallized above them all: Marriage. Their union, once celebrated, now stood on precarious grounds. As two women, they could no longer cling to the sanctity of matrimony in the eyes of others, leaving their love exposed, vulnerable. Peter turned from the mirror, the dread settling into her bones. She paced the room, each step a silent plea for normalcy, for a past life where Sarah was more than just a beloved wife, a life where Peter was a man, and their future certain. Now, with every glance at her own reflection, that certainty waned. Sarah... Peter's voice broke through the quiet of the chamber, a whisper that carried the weight of her newfound reality. She searched for her wife, the familiar lightness of Sarah's presence her only solace in a world turned upside down. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onlivingroom4.png']] Love she finally found Sarah, standing by the window, sunlight dancing across her pale skin and casting golden hues in her blonde hair. I've been thinking about us, about what this means. Tell me Sarah replied, green eyes meeting hers with an intensity that both comforted and pierced through her. We can't... we aren't... Peter struggled to find the words, the truth too heavy on her tongue. We can't be married. Not like this. They won't allow it. A silence filled the space between them, thick as the tension that held Peter's heart in a vice grip. Sarah moved closer, her petite form a stark contrast to the depth of her gaze. Then we'll find another way Sarah said, her voice steady. We always do. Peter nodded, clinging to the conviction in Sarah's words. Yet the taste of fear lingered, a bitter reminder of the cost of her new identity. Peter paced the room, the hem of her new dress brushing against her ankles with every frantic step. Her heart raced, thoughts tumbling like leaves in a storm. She had to speak to Sarah, to pour out the poison of fear before it consumed her from within. Sweetheart, I can't stop thinking about it, the rumors, the whispers that might start if they see me now. What if they find out? Peter's words tumbled out, tripping over each other in their haste to be heard. Sarah's eyes, those verdant pools reflecting concern and understanding, locked onto hers. Let them talk. We've faced worse than gossip. But it's not just talk, is it? It's the knights. Peter clenched her hands, nails digging into her palms. If they come, if they ask questions, I don't know if I can... Shh Sarah hushed her, rising to stand, her presence a balm to Peter's churning soul. She reached out, cradling Peter's face with a tenderness that belied her own fears. We will navigate this together, as we always have. Without marriage, we have no protection. Our vows... Peter's voice cracked, the enormity of the situation pressing down on her chest, making it hard to breathe. Vows are etched in the heart, not on parchment. Sarah's thumb caressed Peter's cheek, wiping away the beginning of tears. Our bond is stronger than any law. You believe that, don't you? Peter nodded, though the nod was more a plea for reassurance than affirmation. Sarah's touch, her steadfast gaze, anchored her amidst the swirling doubts. Then trust me, my love. We'll find a way through this maze Sarah whispered, pulling Peter into a gentle embrace. I won't let us be torn apart by the ignorance of others. Not now, not ever. In Sarah's arms, Peter felt the seeds of hope take root. The path ahead might be treacherous, but together, they would tread it one cautious step at a time. Sarah led Peter to the modest confines of their chamber, the cool stone of the walls a stark contrast to the warmth in her emerald eyes. Amidst the tapestries and the soft flicker of candlelight, they sat on the edge of their bed, hands entwined, a [[FemalePeterTavern1.1<-silent vow to face the tempest together.]]

<h3>What is Peter's new name?</h3> <<textbox "$playerName" "Petra">> <<button "Submit">> <<set $playerName to $playerName>> <<replace "#output">> <<print $playerName>>! <<if $playerName != "">><<goto "FemalePeterTavernAfterNameChoice">><<else>>Please, choose a name.<</if>> <</replace>> <</button>> <div id="output"></div>

<<set $timerSarahIntroducePeterTavern to $datenow>><<set $feminization to 12>> To the world, you are... Petra, my daughter, a blossom yet to unfurl. Petra... The name felt foreign on his tongue, yet it was a disguise that promised sanctuary. He turned to her, determination glinting in his eyes. Then let Petra be strong, cunning. Let her be our salvation. Sarah added, her voice a melody of hope. They spoke late into the night, voices a hushed dance in the darkened chamber. Plans became promises, whispers wove into certainty. With each word, the ethereal threads of their future intertwined, stronger by the moment. As dawn's first light crept across the floorboards, Peter looked upon Sarah, her features softened by the gentle glow. The fear that once clawed at his insides had receded, replaced by a burgeoning sense of hope. The contours of their plan sketched out a life where they could remain entwined, hearts beating as one despite the world's attempts to sever them. Perhaps Peter mused, his thoughts crystallizing. This ruse will be our greatest adventure yet. Adventure beckons the brave Sarah replied, her smile a quiet sunrise. And love emboldens the heart. Then we shall be both brave and bold. Peter declared, the promise of their shared tomorrows lighting up his once-tumultuous soul. For love, for us, for our unyielding bond. Until the end of days. Sarah agreed, sealing their pact with a kiss that tasted of defiance and unwavering affection. Now rest for today, my sweet. Tomorrow, we set our plan in motion. In the sanctuary of their shared resolve, the seeds of survival blossomed, [[Bedroom<-ready to take root in the fertile ground of their defiance.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/sarahAndPeter/petraSarahTalk1.png']] Speak to me Sarah urged, her voice a soothing whisper that cut through the din of Peter's racing thoughts. Peter drew a shuddering breath, the transformation's disquietude settling in her bones. The rumors will spread like wildfire. They'll question, they'll pry. If I am to survive as I am now, we must weave a tale so convincing it blinds them. Then we shall be cunning as the fox. Sarah replied, her thumb stroking Peter's knuckles in a rhythmic reassurance. We craft our reality, my love. They need only know what we wish them to. Deception is a blade that cuts both ways. Peter murmured, mulling over the risks. True Sarah acknowledged, her blonde locks cascading over her shoulders as she leaned closer. But necessity sharpens its edge. We must be bold yet subtle, visible yet unseen... ...You are no longer the man they knew. You are, for all intents and purposes, new to this world. Our... daughter. Daughter... The title felt foreign on Peter's tongue, yet it carried the weight of salvation. She could live without the whispers reaching the Holy knights, without the threat of scorn and steel. You stay hidden, feigning illness, while I prepare the groundwork Sarah plotted with a hint of excitement. In time, when questions arise, you emerge, the image of innocence, untouched by suspicion. Can we truly fool them all? Doubt creased Peter's brow, even as he clung to the lifeline Sarah cast. Darling, have I not masked my own desires beneath a veneer of purity? Sarah asked, her voice laced with a playful irony that reminded Peter of her complex duality. He nodded, recognizing the adeptness she have. You are the master of disguise, my cunning vixen. Then trust in me, as I trust in us. Sarah affirmed, her palm cupping Peter's cheek, the touch electrifying her skin. Together, we shall dance around their suspicions until they're dizzy with confusion. Until they see only what we desire them to see. Sarah's lips curved into a smile that promised adventure amidst adversity. Peter paced the room, her new form alien yet oddly graceful. Sarah watched from the bed, her eyes following Peter every step with a mix of concern and admiration. Peter she started, her voice a gentle anchor, We need to be clear on how we'll introduce you. Peter stopped, turning towards her. The moonlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow upon her worried face. I know. But how do we convince everyone that I'm suddenly... our daughter? Sarah patted the space beside them, and Peter obliged, sitting close. We say we had this child years ago, in secret. And that you are away, ill, which isn't far from truth. Will they not question why we hid it? Peter's fingers twisted in her lap, the motion betraying her anxiety. Perhaps she conceded, reaching out to still Peter's hands with her own. But people love a mystery. We give them just enough to satisfy their curiosity without inviting scrutiny. Indeed. A ghost of a smile touched Peter's lips. She drew a deep breath, the air filling her lungs and bolstering her resolve. And when someone wishes to see the sickly Peter? Then they shall find a room locked, the patient resting. Sarah replied smoothly. We must be diligent, never faltering in our story. An ongoing performance she murmured. Exactly. Sarah affirmed. And should anyone glimpse you, Peter, they will see nothing but a delicate girl, helping her family with the business. The corners of her mouth twitched upwards, and though the situation was dire, her confidence was infectious. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Peter's forehead. Fear not, my love. We will do this together. For our love. Sarah added, her green eyes shining with conviction. Nothing will tear us apart. Not rumor, nor the Holy knights, nor the constraints of this world. Then let us begin our grand deception! Peter said, a newfound determination steeling her voice. With you by my side, I believe anything is possible. Their plans laid bare between them, they sat entwined, two souls steadfast amidst the tempest of uncertainty. Sarah's fingers wove through Peter's, a silent pact forming in their clasped hands. We tread lightly. she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. We'll spin our tale with care. Each word, a measured drop into the pool of our new reality. Peter rose, the skirts of her new form whispering around her ankles. She felt the weight of their plan, a mantle they both now bore. And our friends? What of their prying eyes? Trust is a currency we spend wisely. She answered. We reveal only what is necessary. To all others, you are but a distant memory, a sorrowful chapter concluded. He circled the room, his movements practiced, an echo of the grace Sarah carried like a birthright. I am Peter no longer. she said, testing the edges of his identity. Only when it suits us. she corrected gently. To the world, you are... [[PlayerNameChoice<-Choose a name]]

<<set $feminization to 14>><<set $timerSarahIntroducePeterTavern to $datenow>> Petra paused at the threshold, her slender fingers clinging to the doorframe. She inhaled deeply, the cool night air fortifying her resolve before she stepped over the worn sill into the raucous warmth of the tavern. Her heart thrummed a frenetic rhythm against her ribs, echoing the cacophony that greeted her. That day, the tavern was a hive of revelry. Laughter cascaded from the lips of merry patrons while tankards clashed, toasting to health and fortune. The din swept over Petra, a tide of sound that threatened to engulf her. She wove through the press of bodies<<if $pHeight == 1>>, acutely aware of her reduced stature<</if>>. Every step was measured, deliberate, to avoid the scuff of boots and the careless jostle of elbows. Her new perspective<<if $pHeight == 1>>, closer to belt buckles than eye lines<</if>>, was disorienting. The once-familiar tavern loomed larger, tables like towering plateaus and chairs like thrones for the giants that lounged upon them. Petra's gaze flickered upward, catching snatches of conversation and laughter that floated above her. Another round! boomed a voice, its owner hoisting his mug with a flourish. Careful there, you almost hit the<<if $pHeight == 1>> little<</if>> lady. Another patron chided, a grunt of amusement following his words. Petra pressed on, her footfalls silent amidst the clatter and chatter. She moved like a shadow, slipping between the gaps in the crowd, her presence an ephemeral whisper against the backdrop of revelry. Each step forward was a quiet victory, a testament to her determination not to be swallowed by the sea of legs and leather boots. As she navigated the gauntlet of patrons, the scent of roasted meat mingled with the tang of ale, wafting under her nose and making her stomach grumble in response. Petra ignored the hunger, focusing instead on the flicker of candlelight that danced across the room, casting elongated shadows that swayed to the rhythm of the tavern's heartbeat. Watch where you're going! A voice grumbled as Petra momentarily lost balance, brushing against a burly arm. Sorry She murmured, barely audible over the noise, her eyes downcast as she steadied herself. Didn't see you there. The man said, softer now, his gaze lingering with a hint of curiosity before he turned back to his companions. Petra didn't linger for further scrutiny, her feet carrying her past conversations she could no longer be part of, past lives that branched away from her own. The sense of being unseen, almost invisible, was a strange comfort that settled around her like a cloak. Finally reaching a clearing near the bar, Petra allowed herself a moment to breathe. She stood still, her pulse slowing as the rhythm of the tavern continued unabated around her. Here, in the eye of the storm, Petra found her anchor, readying herself for what lay ahead. Amidst the clamor and the din of the tavern, Sarah's eyes found Petra. A smile flickered across her face, a beacon of warmth in the raucous space. With a subtle tilt of her head, she beckoned Petra closer. Over here Sarah called out, her voice slicing through the cacophony, clear and bright. The patrons parted, forming an unsteady path to the bar. Petra wove through the bodies, her steps cautious but determined. She felt the weight of stares upon her, curious and intense. They traced the curve of her cheek, the line of her jaw, settling with unspoken questions on the softness of her form. Her skin prickled beneath their scrutiny, a flush creeping up her neck. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/taverntalk1.png']] <<if $pHeight == 1>>Quite the journey for such small steps. Sarah teased, her green eyes dancing as Petra reached the safety of the bar. But you've made it.<<else>>Quite the journey getting here. Sarah teased, her green eyes dancing as Petra reached the safety of the bar. But you've made it.<</if>> Seems I have. Petra replied, tucking a stray lock behind her ear. Her voice was a hushed whisper, almost lost in the surrounding noise. Let's keep it that way. Sarah said, leaning forward. Her breath was a secret shared between them, her words a shield against the outside world. Stay close. Blend in. Blend in Petra echoed, the corners of her lips quirking into a half-smile. It was a quiet act of rebellion in a place where standing out seemed inevitable. Sarah's fingers brushed Petra's arm, a whisper of touch that drew her closer. Everything is on track. She murmured, the words barely audible above the tavern's din. Her face was a mask of serenity, but her eyes held a conspiratorial glint. They know you as Petra now, our daughter, not a soul doubts it. Good. Petra's response was equally soft, a ripple of relief passing through her. The knowledge that her new identity had been accepted without question lent her a fragile sense of security. Remember Sarah continued, her tone insistent yet gentle, You must seem shy, withdrawn. It'll keep them from digging too deep.She reached out, adjusting a strand of Petra's hair with an affectionate gesture that felt like a protective charm. She stepped back, allowing Petra space to breathe and to adopt the persona they had crafted. Let them see uncertainty, hesitation. It disarms and deflects. Petra nodded, taking a mental note. She would be a mystery wrapped in silence, her every move calculated to reveal nothing but vulnerability. She could feel the armor of her assumed meekness settling around her, a disguise as necessary as any physical transformation. Thank you, Sarah she said, gratitude mingling with determination. The night lay ahead, a path shrouded in shadow and possibility. With each moment, she would weave the threads of her new existence, each step a dance between revelation and concealment. Petra's head bobbed in a meek acquiescence, her eyes softening with sincere appreciation. I couldn't navigate this without you. She confessed. Anytime, love. Sarah replied with a warm touch to Petra's hand, a subtle squeeze conveying solidarity. The connection between them ran deeper than mere camaraderie, it was the bond of sisters in arms, fighting side by side in an unspoken war against expectation and convention. Petra turned to face the bar. She inhaled sharply, letting the mix of tavern smells fill her lungs. Ale frothed in mugs, spilling over the rims as they clattered onto the wooden counter, each drop resonating like a tiny bell in the [[PetraOnTavern1.0.1<-cacophony of merry-making.]]

<<set $datenow.setUTCHours(23, 0, 0, 0)>> Petra clasped her hands behind her back, the cool fabric of her apron a small comfort against the warmth of her palms. She allowed her gaze to flit across the room, never settling on any one patron for too long, embodying the shyness Sarah had prescribed. Her heart thrummed a staccato rhythm in her chest as she approached a rowdy table, her lips parting in a practiced, demure smile. May I pour you gentlemen another round? Petra asked, her voice steady despite the tremor she felt within. Would you,<<if $height == 1>>little<</if>> lass? That'd be grand. a burly man with a thick beard responded, pushing his empty mug toward her. Of course. Petra said, nodding. She reached for the mug, her movements deliberate and contained. The eyes upon her were sharp, but she met them with an unassuming grace that seemed to put the men at ease. They watched, a touch more respectful than they might have been had Sarah not woven her narrative of gentleness around Petra's new identity. As the evening wore on, the initial flutter of anxiety in Petra's stomach gave way to a quiet sense of mastery. She began to move through the tavern with surer steps, her slender frame weaving between tables with an almost catlike agility. The once-daunting tasks of filling mugs and clearing plates became second nature, her hands moving with a confidence that was new yet fitting for her transformed self. With each hour that passed, the strange new world of the same tavern grew less foreign, more like a peculiar extension of herself. Petra's ears tuned to the laughter and conversations swirling around her, the rich tapestry of life within these walls gradually becoming her own as it was then. And as she lay her head down later that night, she found herself looking forward to tomorrow with an eagerness that surprised her, a testament to the resilience of her spirit and the adaptability of her newfound role. [img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Structure/tavernPetra1.png']] Petra maneuvered between tables, tray balanced with practiced ease. The tavern's warmth enveloped her, a stark contrast to the chill of uncertainty that had clung to her skin upon her arrival. She poured drinks, collected empty mugs, and offered polite smiles where appropriate. Doing alright, Petra? Sarah sidled up to her, green eyes glinting with camaraderie. Better now. Petra admitted, allowing herself a moment's pause. It's less daunting than I thought. Good. Sarah's voice was soft but firm. You're not in this alone, remember that. Petra nodded, her heart lighter. Sarah's presence was a balm to the sting of unfamiliarity. Her friend's encouragement rooted her, reminded her that she had an ally within these walls. Thanks, Sarah. she murmured, feeling a renewed sense of purpose pulse through her veins. Anytime love. Sarah flashed a bright smile and turned back to the bar, her blonde hair catching the candlelight. <<if $pHeight == 1>>As the evening waned, Petra found a rhythm, her diminutive stature becoming less of a hindrance and more of an asset. Patrons overlooked her, their attention fixated elsewhere, allowing her to observe relatively unnoticed, if was not her beauty. It struck her then, the gift of inconspicuousness. Her small frame seemed to grant her a certain invisibility, a shield from overt aggression. Never thought being tiny would work in my favor. she mused to herself, clearing a table near the hearth. Small can be mighty. a voice chimed in, belonging to a regular who'd always shown her kindness. Like a secret blade. Perhaps. Petra conceded with a chuckle, stacking mugs with careful precision. <</if>> The night deepened, and with each passing hour, Petra's confidence swelled. Sarah checked on her intermittently, their exchanges brief but filled with warmth. Petra appreciated the gestures, Sarah's way of saying "I've got your back" without uttering the words aloud. Stay strong. Sarah whispered during one such visit, placing a gentle hand on Petra's shoulder. Always do. Petra replied, her resolve steeling. Let them underestimate you. It'll be their mistake. Sarah advised before slipping away to attend to another patron. As shadows danced across the tavern walls, Petra embraced her role fully. Each task completed, each interaction navigated, became a silent victory, a testament to her adaptability and the unexpected power of her new guise. Petra wove between tables, her tray laden with mugs of frothy ale. She noticed the glances now, covert, hungry stares that followed the sway of her hips, the accidental brush of her sleeve against a table. Her cheeks warmed under the scrutiny, and she ducked her head, allowing strands of hair to curtain her face. Excuse me, miss. a burly man called out as she passed by. His voice was thick with ale and desire. Can I help you? Petra's words came out in a hushed tremble, her eyes fixed on the polished wood of the tray. Your smile. It's like you're serving up sunshine with every drink. His companions chuckled, their leers blending into the din of the tavern. Thank you, sir. Petra murmured, moving away quickly, feeling the weight of his gaze linger on her retreating form. At the bar, patrons huddled close, voices dipping to conspiratorial whispers. Petra overheard fragments of their conversations, snippets that spoke of fantasies and crude plans. She blushed deeper, her hands tightening around the tray. More ale here, pretty Petra! one of them called out, waving an empty mug. Coming right up. she replied, her voice barely audible, her mind racing to push away the vulgar images their words conjured. Are they treating you well? Sarah appeared beside her, concern knitting her brows. Mostly kind. Petra admitted, leaning in so only Sarah could hear. But some... their words are less so. Keep your chin up. You're stronger than their talk. Sarah squeezed Petra's arm, then turned back to pull more pints for the thirsty crowd. Stronger. Petra repeated to herself, straightening her back. She fixed a placid smile on her lips as she delivered the drinks, navigating the treacherous waters of innuendo and admiration with a newfound grace. Each step was a silent assertion of her resilience, each returned leer met with the armor of her shy reserve. Thank you, dear. a weathered old patron said, his eyes crinkling in a genuine smile as she refilled his cup. Welcome. Petra responded, finding comfort in the kindness that still existed among the rough edges of the tavern. The night stretched on, weaving a tapestry of laughter and low-lit intrigue. Petra moved through it all, a delicate presence among the revelry, her heart beating a steady rhythm of courage and self-discovery. As the time goes by, [[PetraOnTavern1.2<-it came the time to close the tavern.]]

<<set $datenow.setUTCHours(15, 0, 0, 0)>> The scent of roasting meat hung thick in the air, mingling with the tang of wood smoke from the hearth. It was comforting, familiar, yet entirely alien from this vantage point, her stature diminished, her senses heightened. She could almost taste the bitterness of hops on her tongue, feel the heat of the fire on her skin, as if the very atmosphere of the place sought to impress itself upon her anew. Petra's gaze drifted across the tavern. Shadows danced on the walls, cast by candles flickering with a gentle urgency. Patrons huddled at tables, their laughter swelling in waves. The place thrummed with life, every corner alive with stories untold. Let me introduce you to some of our regulars. Sarah murmured, her voice low and steady. They approached the first table, where grizzled men shared tales between swigs of ale. Their eyes flickered toward Petra, interest piqued. Friends Sarah began, her tone carrying an air of practiced ease. This is Petra. She's a bit shy, so I trust you'll be your usual charming selves. <<if $pHeight == 1>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/female/tavern1 1.png']]<<else>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/female/tavern1.png']]<</if>> The men nodded, their expressions softening under Sarah's directive. Evening, Petra. He said, his voice gruff but kind. Good evening. Petra replied, her voice above a whisper, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her apron. New faces are always welcome. Especially such a beauty one. Peter is a lucky guy ain't him? Two women?? Another patron chimed in, raising his mug in a quiet salute before turning back to his companions. Sarah led Petra to the next group, repeating the introduction with slight variations, weaving a narrative of shyness and modesty that seemed to wrap around Petra like a protective shawl. With each new set of eyes, Petra felt their gazes, curious but tempered by the invisible boundary Sarah had deftly established. Remember, less is more Sarah whispered as they moved from one cluster of patrons to the next. Your silence speaks volumes. Thank you. She managed, her gratitude genuine despite the fluttering in her chest, a sparrow trapped within ribcage bars. By the time they completed their round, Petra had become a fixture in the minds of the tavern's clientele, [[PetraOnTavern1.1<-a quiet enigma to be pondered over pints and smoke.]]<<set $passageText to passage().text>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Structure/FrontDoor.png']]<<set $datenow.setUTCHours(27, 0, 0, 0)>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 30, 0, 100) >> Petra's fingers curled around the hefty iron ring bolted to the tavern's front door. The wood groaned as she tugged, her slender arms straining against the door’s stubborn weight. It barely budged. The muscles in her back tightened, coiling with effort, but the door remained mockingly ajar. Damn it. she muttered under her breath, frustration burning hot beneath her cool exterior. Again, she pulled with all her might, her boots slipping on the wooden floor, her breaths coming out in short, sharp gasps. I don't remember being this heavy.The once trivial task now loomed large, a testament to the stark changes she had undergone. Need a hand with that? A deep voice cut through her struggle. [img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Clients/Timothy/sitting.png']] Petra turned and saw Timothy looming nearby, his broad shoulders casting a shadow in the dimly lit entranceway. His eyes held a glint of concern, or perhaps amusement—she couldn't tell which. Uh, yes, please. she said, stepping aside, cheeks flushed with exertion and a touch of embarrassment. Timothy strode forward and grasped the door with ease. With a single fluid motion, he swung it shut, the latch clicking into place with a satisfying thunk. He turned to Petra, his smile warm and disarming. There you go. he said, his tone friendly. It can be quite the beast to close. Thank you, Timothy. Petra replied, smoothing down her dress. It seems I underestimated its... stubbornness. Anytime, Petra. Timothy's gaze lingered on her for a moment longer than necessary. You're settling in well here? Trying my best. she conceded, her voice soft yet steady. Every day brings new challenges. Strength isn't only measured by physical force. Timothy said, tapping his temple lightly. Sometimes, it's about finding your way, adapting. You're doing just fine. Adapting. She echoed, a small smile playing on her lips. I'll remember that. Good night, then. He said, tipping an imaginary hat. See you tomorrow. Good night, Timothy. As he disappeared into the night, Petra entered her house through the other door. The tavern was closed and secure, the night's work complete. She exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of the day lift slightly with the help of an unexpected ally. Petra stepped into the quiet of her home, the raucous sounds of the tavern fading behind. She moved through the dimly lit space, each step echoing softly on the wooden floorboards. Her gaze fell upon the sturdy kitchen table, a silent witness to the countless meals and conversations shared with Sarah. With a weary sigh, she sank onto one of the chairs, the wood creaking under her weight. The image of Timothy's towering form lingered in her mind, unbidden yet vivid. The way he had effortlessly closed the door haunted her, a stark contrast to her struggle moments before. His smile was kind, his presence reassuring, and an unfamiliar warmth spread through her at the memory. It was an alien sensation, both unsettling and oddly exhilarating. Stop it. she chided herself, shaking her head as if to dislodge the thought. That's not what I should be focusing on. But her body betrayed her mind, a blush creeping up her neck as the tingling feeling refused to subside. She forced her attention to the mundane task of tidying up the kitchen. Pots and pans needed to be washed, surfaces wiped down. Yet, as she busied herself, her thoughts wandered back to Timothy, his strong hands, the easy confidence in his movements. She imagined how those hands might feel, the gentle yet firm touch... No. Firmness laced her voice, though the room remained empty save for her. There's much to do. And this...this is foolishness. Minutes ticked by, filled with the swish of water and the clatter of utensils. Her focus on the tasks grounded her, pulling her away from dangerous reveries. The kitchen gradually returned to order, gleaming faintly in the moonlight filtering through the window. Enough of this. Petra finally whispered, drying her hands on a cloth. Tomorrow brings more challenges, and I can't afford distractions. She straightened her back, feeling a sense of accomplishment in the day's work and the regained control over her wandering thoughts. Sarah needs me. She reminded herself, her commitment resolute. And I won't let her down, nor will I be swayed by unexpected desir... Feelings... With that, Petra extinguished the remaining candles, their light snuffed out in a trail of smoke. She navigated her way to the small bedroom, where she would seek solace in dreams free from the complexities of her new existence. Her last conscious thought was a silent vow to face the morrow with renewed determination, leaving behind the unsettling arousal brought forth [[Bedroom<-by a simple act of kindness.]]

<h3>Guide</h3> If you you are feeling lost at some point, you can check the "Guide" by clicking its button on the right sidebar. [img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/guide.png']] More menus might open later in the game depending on the path you choose. You can switch the avatar images from Peter and Sarah clicking on "Stats" menu, this also displays some more information. [img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/guide2.png']] <<button "Continue" "M2F Info">> <</button>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/thinking.png']] <<set $LRnot to 1>> He gazed out the small, grimy window. His mind churned with a rebellious idea, as dangerous as it was liberating. Damn Robert. He muttered under his breath. The words felt brittle and bold in the quiet room. This is my house. He shifted in his chair, the wood creaking under his slim frame. His fingers drummed on the table, each tap a silent declaration of his growing resolve. To open a tavern here, under Lord Robert's nose, without begging for a scrap of permission, it was madness. And yet, wasn't madness just another word for freedom? Freedom... he whispered, tasting the word like a forbidden fruit. He imagined the laughter and chatter filling the space, the clinking of mugs, Sarah's proud smile. A place of their own making, unfettered by the feudal chains that bound them. But he couldn't do it alone, not with hands more used to the pen than the saw. No, for this, he needed someone whose hands shaped wood as if by magic. Amari. Peter stood up abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. He paced back and forth, his mind racing with plans and possibilities. Every step was a step closer to treason, and yet every heartbeat sang a thrilling song of defiance. Amari will know what to do. he said aloud, breaking the silence that had settled over the room like dust. His friend, the one with the booming laugh and hands skilled enough to turn lumber into art, would be his accomplice in this daring venture. By the gods, we'll do it. Peter declared, voice rising with conviction. We'll build it together. He pictured Amari's face, the easy grin that would spread over his features when he heard of the plan. There would be expletives, no doubt, a colorful tapestry of curses only Amari could weave. But beneath the bluster, there would be excitement. I will do it. Peter decided, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation. First thing is to talk with Amari, I'll go to him. For now, the stillness returned as Peter sat back down, the image of the future tavern glowing bright in his mind's eye. A place where free spirits congregated, where the heavy hand of Lord Robert couldn't reach. Gods help us. he murmured, a prayer or perhaps a warning. Tomorrow would come soon enough, and with it, the first step towards something that felt an awful lot like hope. Peter paced the length of the room, his boots thudding against the wooden floorboards. Each step was a silent pledge, a promise to himself that he would no longer be bound by the oppressive whims of Lord Robert. The very walls of the room seemed to shrink with each circuit, tightening around him like a vice until the urge to break free became unbearable. Freedom. he thought once again, the word a flicker of candlelight in the dark expanse of his thoughts. He stopped pacing and stood still, closing his eyes. In that moment, Peter felt the weight of the impending day settle upon his shoulders, a mantle he was now ready to bear. He knew the path would not be easy; whispers of dissent never went unheard for long. Yet the fire within him burned too fiercely to be doused by fear. Let it come. he murmured into the shadows. I am ready. As he made his way to bed, the visions of his future tavern danced before him, each detail crisp and vivid. The laughter of patrons, the clink of coins, the sense of belonging, it was all there, [[loyalWifeTavernIntro<-waiting to be brought to life.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifetalk1.png']] Peter pushed the door open, the hinges letting out a soft creak that was quickly absorbed by the thick stone walls of their modest living quarters. Sarah sat by the window, light spilling over her pale skin and casting golden threads through her blonde hair. Her green eyes, usually bright with mischief, looked up from the embroidery in her lap. Sarah, Peter began, clearing his throat as he stepped fully into the room, the wooden floorboards cool under his feet. I've been thinking about something, a venture for both of us. Go on. Her fingers stilled, needle poised mid-air. Opening a tavern. He said, watching her face closely. Our own place. We could run it together. Sarah set her embroidery aside, her petite form unfolding from the chair as she considered his words. A tavern? A smile teased at the corners of her lips. That's a bold idea, Peter. But what of Lord Robert? Would he look kindly upon such an establishment? Lord Robert has enough taverns under his thumb, doesn't he? Peter tried to sound confident. He moved closer, the desire to reassure her evident in his stance. We'll be careful, operate outside his usual haunts. Surely, we can manage without catching his eye. Can we, though? She raised an eyebrow, her voice laced with an edge that hinted at her deeper, unspoken desires. His influence reaches far and wide. And if he were to find out... Then we'll face that when it comes. Peter promised, reaching for her hand. Together, Sarah. As always. Peter's hand trembled slightly as it met Sarah's, his grip conveying the uncertainty that knotted his stomach. He could feel the weight of her gaze, searching his face for assurance he wasn't wholly convinced he possessed. Sarah, involving Lord Robert... it's a risk. Peter said. A great one. Are you afraid? Her voice was soft but probing, like a gentle tug at the edges of his resolve. Terrified. he admitted. His eyes dropped to their entwined fingers. Not for myself, but for you. For what we have. She withdrew her hand, not in anger, but in contemplation. Her slender frame paced before him, movements balletic and purposeful. We needn't seek his blessing, then. she decided, her tone resolute. This is our dream, not his. Exactly. Peter replied, the knot inside him loosening ever so slightly. Our dream. The words felt powerful, tangible. Then we will make it thrive, without him. Sarah's declaration filled the room with an energy that seemed to push back the shadows of doubt. Peter rose, his movements deliberate as he paced the small room. He stopped before the window, hands braced on the sill. The light that filtered in danced across his features, casting them in sharp relief. Then let's do it, Peter. Let's pour every ounce of our beings into this tavern. If we're to succeed or fail, let it be by our own making. Her green eyes sparkled with a fire that mirrored the fervor in her voice. Fail? Peter smiled, the notion seeming absurd now that her enthusiasm had set alight his own courage. We won't fail, Sarah. Not with you by my side. Her laughter rang out, pure and bright, filling the corners of the room like a benediction. She crossed the space between them in swift strides, her arms winding around him in a fierce embrace. Peter held her close, [[loyalWifeTavernIntro1.2<-her warmth seeping into his bones.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifetalk2.png']] <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 30, 0, 100) >> Sarah broke the embrace, stepping back with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. She bit her bottom lip, considering him with an impish tilt of her head. You know what we need? A proper waitress uniform for me. Can't have the lady of the tavern serving ale in her day frocks, can we? Peter's heart did a little leap at her words. The thought of Sarah, apron-clad and bustling about their very own establishment brought forth an unexpected chuckle. It was a sound ripe with love, ripe with the image of their future. Would that make you happy? he asked, his voice soft but brimming with mirth. Ecstatic! She declared, clasping her hands together as if she could already feel the fabric between her fingers. I want them to see me and think, "That's the heart of this place, she belongs here." You belong wherever you wish to be, my love. Peter watched her, the playful light in his eyes growing tender. Whatever makes you shine. Then it's settled. Sarah's declaration was airy, yet there was steel behind it, a determination that belied her delicate appearance. I'll find something that says "Sarah", but also "the best ale this side of the river." Nothing less for my radiant wife. Peter said, his affirmation both a vow and a caress. Radiant, am I? she teased, leaning into his space, her breath a whisper against his ear. Wait until you see me in the uniform. You might not be able to keep your hands to yourself. Is that a promise or a warning? His words were a playful dance, a flicker of desire wrapped in jest. Both. she answered, her voice a siren's call. And with that, she pirouetted away, leaving Peter with a heart full of love and a vision of their future so vivid, it was as if it had already come to pass. Sarah's heels clicked on the stone floor, her stride purposeful. She reached for the door, throwing a glance over her shoulder, her eyes alight with anticipation. Off to find the perfect attire? Peter asked, his voice steady despite the flutter of excitement in his chest. Indeed. She replied, her hand pausing on the handle. I will be the gem of our tavern. Be back before dusk. He said, knowing the market's allure could keep her well into the evening. Trust me, Peter. I'll return with something that'll make your heart race. Her promise hung in the air, charged with an energy that sparked his imagination. The door creaked as it swung open and Sarah stepped through, her figure momentarily framed in the warm light of the afternoon sun before disappearing into the bustle beyond their quiet sanctuary. Peter remained by the window long after she was out of sight, the corners of his mouth turned upwards. He imagined patrons filling their tavern, laughter mingling with the clink of glasses, Sarah weaving between tables with grace. The image was so clear, he could almost hear the coins jingling in his pocket, the sign of a dream coming to fruition. Peter turned from the window, the echo of Sarah's footsteps still dancing in his ears. The room felt larger without her presence, emptier. He paced, each step a beat in the rhythm of their shared ambition. Her spirit is a flame that won't be quenched. He mused aloud, folding his arms as he examined the blueprints. He pictured her behind the bar, her smile like a beacon to weary travelers and thirsty locals alike. Her enthusiasm... His voice trailed off, lost in the vision of a bustling tavern, vibrant and full of life. Without her, this is just timber and nails. Peter said, his gaze hardening with resolve. But with Sarah, it'll be a home. A sanctuary. [[House<-A sanctuary.]]

<<set $LRnot to 4>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 30, 0, 100) >> [img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Structure/tavern2.png']] Peter pressed against the heavy wooden door, feeling its weight give way to his push. It swung open with a low creak, revealing the tavern's newly organized interior. The tables stood in neat rows, each one gleaming under the dim light, and the bar stretched across the room, polished to a shine. Amari had outdone himself, every chair, every stool spoke of meticulous craftsmanship. He glanced around, noting the finishing touches that transformed the space from a mere building into a welcoming establishment for weary travelers and locals alike. A flicker of movement caught his attention, and his gaze settled on Sarah. She was already there, clad in her new waitress outfit, a short dress that clung to her figure, suggesting rather than revealing the contours beneath. It was a subtle whisper of temptation, designed to promise more than it showed. A smile unwittingly spread across Peter's face, a surge of pride warming him from within. There she stood, his Sarah, looking every bit the part of the charming tavern hostess. The dress, a clever blend of modesty and allure, seemed to capture her essence: innocent yet knowing, simple but enchanting. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/apron2.png']] Peter, you're staring. Sarah said, her voice laced with humor. He blinked, the spell momentarily broken. Can you blame me? You look... incredible. Peter let his gaze drift, intentionally slow, over the curves that the dress clung to with an intimacy he envied. His eyes lingered on the soft skin at her collarbone, then down the gentle slope where fabric met flesh. The sight sent a territorial twinge through his chest, jealousy, raw and uninvited. Is that jelousy I detect? Her voice teased, laced with a knowing edge. Maybe. He admitted, forcing the emotion down, away. It suits you... too well. His words fell between them, a begrudging compliment that acknowledged the power she wielded so effortlessly. Perhaps. Sarah mused, stepping closer until there was barely a breath between them, That's exactly what I wanted. The playful glint in her eye told him this was a game she delighted in, one he couldn't help but play. Careful now. Peter warned, the words light, belying the weight of his racing heart. You might cause quite the stir among the patrons. Wouldn't that be something? she quipped back, unfazed. Does it fit the tavern's theme? She turned in a small circle, the fabric flaring out slightly, teasing him with a glimpse of her thighs. Like it was made just for you. he replied, his admiration sincere. And for this place. Good. she beamed, the green of her eyes catching the light, casting playful shadows across her face. I'm glad you like it. Like it? Peter echoed, his words trailing off as he took a step forward, closing the distance between them. I love it. Then let's not keep the new clients waiting. Sarah suggested, a mischievous glint in her eye. Right. Peter nodded, turning toward the entrance. He reached out, his hand grasping the door handle with a newfound determination. With a deep breath and a glance back at Sarah, whose presence alone seemed to give him courage, he opened the tavern for the first time. Peter straightened his back, the muscles across his shoulders stretching with the motion. He glanced around the tavern, the space filled with the scent of varnished wood and the faint hint of ale. His fingers curled around the brass handle of the door,[[FirstTimeTavern1.1<-cool and solid beneath his touch.]]

Ready? he asked, turning to catch Sarah's gaze. She nodded, her eyes mirroring the excitement that danced in his chest. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/apron1.png']] Let's do this. she said, her voice steady yet bright with anticipation. With a deep breath, Peter pushed the door open. The hinges creaked softly, a sound soon to be lost in the hum of conversation and clinking glasses. The first rays of sunlight spilled into the room, illuminating the dust motes that swirled in their wake. Welcome to our little slice of heaven. Peter declared, his voice ringing clear through the empty tavern. It was an invitation, one that would soon be heard by many. Sarah moved beside him, her hand finding his. Their fingers intertwined, a silent pact between them. The threshold of the tavern felt like the edge of a new world, one they had built together, plank by plank, dream by dream. May it be filled with laughter and good company. Sarah said, her words almost a whisper against the backdrop of their shared ambition. Cheers to that. Peter replied, his heart swelling with pride. He stepped aside, holding the door wide for imagined patrons, feeling the weight of the [[Upstairs<-moment settle around him.]]

<h4>What intro would you like?</h4> <<set $firstDreams to 5>> Default Intro: -The game from the beggining -Recomended for new players or for those who wan't to replay/redo choices and history Advanced Intro: -Skip/Edit some parts of the story -Recomended for players that want to skip parts and/or want to skip closer to new content <<button "Default Intro" "FirstChoice">><</button>> <<button "Advanced Intro" "Advanced Intro">><</button>>

<h3>Prison - Main Hall</h3> <<if $prisonStory == 1>><<goto "FrancisWelcome">><</if>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/structure/courtyard.png']] <<if $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame >= 60 && $playerFemMindset == 2>><<set $playerFemMindset to 3>><<goto "ChangingMind3">><</if>> (You can wait here, some npc should take you away and start a sex scene) <<button "To your cell ->">><<goto "Cell C22">><</button>> <<if $francisStory >= 2 && ($stringTimeNow >= 6 && $stringTimeNow < 22)>> <<button "<- To the glory hole building">><<goto "Prison Glory Hole">><</button>><</if>> <<if $m2f != 0>> <<set $m2f to 0>><<set $pBoobs to 1>> <<set $pHeight to 1>><<set $pVagina to true>> <<run $wardrobePlayer.merge($peterWearingClotheNow)>><<run $peterWearingClotheNow.empty()>><<run $wardrobePlayer.transfer($peterWearingClotheNow,"Naked", 1 )>> <</if>>

<<set $isAWhore to true>><<for _item, _amount range $peterWearingClotheNow.table>><<capture _item>><<set _avatar to _item>>/*get last item from this inventory*/<</capture>><</for>> <<if $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame >= 60 && $francisSecondStory == 0>><<goto "Francis 2">><</if>> <<if $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame >= 150 && $playerFemMindset == 6>><<set $playerFemMindset to 7>><<goto "ChangingMind7">><</if>> <<if $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame >= 125 && $playerFemMindset == 5>><<set $playerFemMindset to 6>><<goto "ChangingMind6">><</if>> <<if $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame >= 100 && $playerFemMindset == 4>><<set $playerFemMindset to 5>><<goto "ChangingMind5">><</if>> <<if $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame >= 75 && $playerFemMindset == 3>><<set $playerFemMindset to 4>><<goto "ChangingMind4">><</if>> <<if $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame >= 45 && $playerFemMindset == 1>><<set $playerFemMindset to 2>><<goto "ChangingMind2">><</if>> <<if $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame >= 30 && $playerFemMindset == 0>><<set $playerFemMindset to 1>><<goto "ChangingMind1">><</if>> <<if $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame >= 180>><<goto "RL1">><</if>> <<if $m2f != 0>> <<set $m2f to 0>><<set $pBoobs to 1>><<set $playerName to "Petra">><<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 6>> <<set $pHeight to 1>><<set $pVagina to true>><<set $prisonStory to 2>><<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame to ($pPrisonCumDumpsterFame + 150)>> <<run $wardrobePlayer.merge($peterWearingClotheNow)>><<run $peterWearingClotheNow.empty()>><<run $wardrobePlayer.transfer($peterWearingClotheNow,"Naked", 1 )>> <</if>> <<if $prisonStory == 3>> <<goto "Richard 1.2">> <</if>> <h3>Prison - Cell C22</h3> [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/structure/c22.png']] <<set _AbeHere to false>> <<set _FrancisHere to false>> <<set _ElmerHere to false>> <<set _TitanHere to false>> <<if $stringTimeNow == 0>> <<set $openCells = false>> <<set _AbeHere to true>> <<set _FrancisHere to true>> <<set _ElmerHere to true>> <<set _TitanHere to true>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 1>> <<set $openCells = false>> <<set _AbeHere to true>> <<set _FrancisHere to true>> <<set _ElmerHere to true>> <<set _TitanHere to true>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 2>> <<set $openCells = false>> <<set _AbeHere to true>> <<set _FrancisHere to true>> <<set _ElmerHere to true>> <<set _TitanHere to true>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 3>> <<set $openCells = false>> <<set _AbeHere to true>> <<set _FrancisHere to true>> <<set _ElmerHere to true>> <<set _TitanHere to true>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 4>> <<set $openCells = false>> <<set _AbeHere to true>> <<set _FrancisHere to true>> <<set _ElmerHere to true>> <<set _TitanHere to true>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 5>> <<set $openCells = false>> <<set _AbeHere to true>> <<set _FrancisHere to true>> <<set _ElmerHere to true>> <<set _TitanHere to true>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 6>> <<set $openCells = true>> <<set _AbeHere to false>> <<set _FrancisHere to true>> <<set _ElmerHere to false>> <<set _TitanHere to true>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 7>> <<set $openCells = true>> <<set _AbeHere to true>> <<set _FrancisHere to false>> <<set _ElmerHere to false>> <<set _TitanHere to true>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 8>> <<set $openCells = true>> <<set _AbeHere to true>> <<set _FrancisHere to false>> <<set _ElmerHere to false>> <<set _TitanHere to false>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 9>> <<set $openCells = true>> <<set _AbeHere to false>> <<set _FrancisHere to false>> <<set _ElmerHere to true>> <<set _TitanHere to true>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 10>> <<set $openCells = true>> <<set _AbeHere to false>> <<set _FrancisHere to false>> <<set _ElmerHere to true>> <<set _TitanHere to false>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 11>> <<set $openCells = true>> <<set _AbeHere to false>> <<set _FrancisHere to true>> <<set _ElmerHere to true>> <<set _TitanHere to false>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 12>> <<set $openCells = true>> <<set _AbeHere to false>> <<set _FrancisHere to true>> <<set _ElmerHere to true>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 13>> <<set $openCells = true>> <<set _AbeHere to true>> <<set _FrancisHere to true>> <<set _ElmerHere to true>> <<set _TitanHere to true>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 14>> <<set $openCells = true>> <<set _AbeHere to false>> <<set _FrancisHere to true>> <<set _ElmerHere to true>> <<set _TitanHere to false>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 15>> <<set $openCells = true>> <<set _AbeHere to false>> <<set _FrancisHere to false>> <<set _ElmerHere to true>> <<set _TitanHere to false>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 16>> <<set $openCells = true>> <<set _AbeHere to true>> <<set _FrancisHere to true>> <<set _ElmerHere to true>> <<set _TitanHere to false>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 17>> <<set $openCells = true>> <<set _AbeHere to true>> <<set _FrancisHere to false>> <<set _ElmerHere to false>> <<set _TitanHere to true>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 18>> <<set $openCells = true>> <<set _AbeHere to true>> <<set _FrancisHere to true>> <<set _ElmerHere to true>> <<set _TitanHere to true>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 19>> <<set $openCells = true>> <<set _AbeHere to false>> <<set _FrancisHere to false>> <<set _ElmerHere to false>> <<set _TitanHere to true>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 20>> <<set $openCells = false>> <<set _AbeHere to true>> <<set _FrancisHere to true>> <<set _ElmerHere to true>> <<set _TitanHere to true>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 21>> <<set $openCells = false>> <<set _AbeHere to true>> <<set _FrancisHere to true>> <<set _ElmerHere to true>> <<set _TitanHere to true>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 22>> <<set $openCells = false>> <<set _AbeHere to true>> <<set _FrancisHere to true>> <<set _ElmerHere to true>> <<set _TitanHere to true>> <<elseif $stringTimeNow == 23>> <<set $openCells = false>> <<set _AbeHere to true>> <<set _FrancisHere to true>> <<set _ElmerHere to true>> <<set _TitanHere to true>> <</if>> <<if _AbeHere>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/'+"Abe"+'/body.png']] <</if>> <<if _TitanHere>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/'+"Titan"+'/body.png']] <</if>> <<if _FrancisHere>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/'+"Francis"+'/body.png']] <</if>> <<if _ElmerHere>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/'+"Elmer"+'/body.png']] <</if>> <<button "sleep 60 min" "Cell C22">><<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 50)>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -10, 0, 100) >> <</button>><<if ($stringTimeNow >= 16 && $stringTimeNow < 24 && $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame <= 10)>> <<button "Sleep untill next morning" "Cell C22">><<set $datenow.setDate($datenow.getDate() + 1)>><<set $datenow.setHours(7, 0, 0, 0)>> <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -20, 0, 100) >> <<set $pCHP to Math.clamp($hp + 20, 0, 100)>> <<if $bluerocks >= 6 && $prisonStory == 2>><<goto "Richard 1">><</if>> <</button>> <<elseif ($stringTimeNow >= 0 && $stringTimeNow < 6 && $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame <= 10)>> <<button "Sleep untill next morning" "Cell C22">><<set $datenow.setHours(7, 0, 0, 0)>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -10, 0, 100) >> <<set $pCHP to Math.clamp($hp + 10, 0, 100)>> <<if $bluerocks >= 6 && $prisonStory == 2>><<goto "Richard 1">><</if>> <</button>> <<elseif ($stringTimeNow >= 16 && $stringTimeNow < 24 && $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame > 10)>> <<button "Sleep untill next morning">> <<if $francisStory == 0>> <<goto "Francis BjSleep 1">> <<else>> <<set $sceneFrancisBJ to random(2, 3)>> <<set _gotostring to ("Francis BjSleep " + $sceneFrancisBJ)>> <<goto _gotostring>> <</if>> <</button>> <<elseif ($stringTimeNow >= 0 && $stringTimeNow < 6 && $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame > 10)>> <<button "Sleep untill next morning">> <<if $francisStory == 0>> <<goto "Francis BjSleep 1">> <<else>> <<set $sceneFrancisBJ to random(2, 3)>> <<set _gotostring to ("Francis BjSleep " + $sceneFrancisBJ)>> <<goto _gotostring>> <</if>> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $stringTimeNow >= 6 && $stringTimeNow <= 19>><<button "<- Prison Main Hall">> <<if $francisStory == 1 && $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame > 20>><<goto "GloryRoomPrisonIntro1">> <<else>><<goto "Prison Main Hall">><</if>> <</button>><</if>> <<button "Bucket of Water">><<goto "Prison Cell22 Bucket Of Water">><</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<if $pCumTop == 0>><<set $pCumTop to 1>><</if>> <<if $pCumTop == 1>><<set $pCumTop to 2>><</if>> <<if $pCumTop == 2 && $pCumMid == 0>><<set $pCumMid to 1>><</if>> <<if $pCumTop == 2 && $pCumMid == 1>><<set $pCumMid to 2>><</if>> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/black_bjcreampie1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 2)>> <<set _nameCreampieNumber to $pSexHistory.length-1>> $pSexHistory[_nameCreampieNumber] came inside you! <<set $pSexHistoryFullList.push($pSexHistory[_nameCreampieNumber] + " - Oral")>> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("Prison Sleep After BJ"); } }, 24000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); if(v.pSexWith.length >= 1){ goto("Prison Sleep After BJ"); } else{ goto("Prison Sleep After BJ"); } <</script>> <</button>> <<if $francisStory == 0>>Her lips parted, and the world narrowed down to the scent of musk and salt. Francis was all she could taste, his essence invading her mouth with a tang that clawed at the back of her throat. The walls seemed to close in on Petra as she performed her duty, each movement an echo of the life she had been forced into, a life where her body was no longer hers to command. Good, Francis grunted, approval laced with ownership. His hand found the back of her head, guiding with firm insistence. Just like that. Petra's eyes stung, not with tears, but with the bitter sting of reality. She could feel the coarse texture of his skin, the rhythm of power and dominance that pulsed through his veins. Her ears filled with the sound of his pleasure, a symphony of grunts and sighs that underscored her own silence.<</if>>

END <<goto "Cell C22">>

<<button "Bathe">><<set $pCumTop = 0>><<set $pCumMid = 0>><<set $pCumBot = 0>><<goto "Prison Cell22 Bucket Of Water">><</button>> <<button "<Return">><<goto "Cell C22">><</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 20, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/vaginal1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 10)>> <<set _nameCreampieNumber to ($pSexHistory.length -1)>> $pSexHistory[_nameCreampieNumber] is fucking you! <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<set $vaginalCreampie to random(1, 2)>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("vaginalCreampie"+v.vaginalCreampie); } }, 20000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("vaginalCreampie"+v.vaginalCreampie); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 20, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/dp1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 15)>> <<set _nameCreampieNumber to $pSexHistory.length-1>> <<set _nameCreampieNumber2 to $pSexHistory.length-2>> <<set $wasDP to true>> $pSexHistory[_nameCreampieNumber] and $pSexHistory[_nameCreampieNumber2] are fucking you! <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<set $vaginalCreampie to random(1, 2)>> <<set $blackVaginalCreampie to random(1, 3)>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); if(v.blackPrisoners.includes(v.pSexHistory[(v.pSexHistory - 1)])){ goto("black_vaginalCreampie" + v.blackVaginalCreampie); } else{ goto("vaginalCreampie" + v.vaginalCreampie); } } }, 20000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("vaginalCreampie" + v.vaginalCreampie); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/anal1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 10)>> <<set _nameCreampieNumber to ($pSexHistory.length -1)>> $pSexHistory[_nameCreampieNumber] is fucking you! <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<set $analCreampie to random(1, 1)>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("analCreampie"+v.analCreampie); } }, 20000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("analCreampie"+v.analCreampie); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/dpanal1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 15)>> <<set _nameCreampieNumber to $pSexHistory.length-1>> <<set _nameCreampieNumber2 to $pSexHistory.length-2>> <<set $wasDP to true>> $pSexHistory[_nameCreampieNumber] and $pSexHistory[_nameCreampieNumber2] are fucking you! <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<set $analCreampie to random(1, 1)>> <<set $blackAnalCreampie to random(1, 1)>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); if(v.blackPrisoners.includes(v.pSexHistory[(v.pSexHistory - 1)])){ goto("black_analCreampie" + v.blackAnalCreampie); } else{ goto("analCreampie" + v.analCreampie); } } }, 20000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); if(v.blackPrisoners.includes(v.pSexHistory[(v.pSexHistory - 1)])){ goto("black_analCreampie" + v.blackAnalCreampie); } else{ goto("analCreampie" + v.analCreampie); } <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<if $pCumTop == 0>><<set $pCumTop to 1>><</if>> <<if $pCumTop == 1>><<set $pCumTop to 2>><</if>> <<if $pCumTop == 2 && $pCumMid == 0>><<set $pCumMid to 1>><</if>> <<if $pCumTop == 2 && $pCumMid == 1>><<set $pCumMid to 2>><</if>> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/black_bjnonforced1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 15)>> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("black_bjcreampie1"); } }, 24000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); if(v.pSexWith.length >= 1){ goto("black_bjcreampie1"); } else{ goto("black_bjcreampie1"); } <</script>> <</button>> <<if $francisStory == 0>>Swallow it all, he ordered, his voice a rumble of dark satisfaction. The act of swallowing was automatic, muscle memory betraying her revulsion. As Francis' release filled her, warmth spread through her chest, an unwelcome invader marking its territory. A sense of defeat washed over her like a tide, pulling at the remnants of her identity, eroding the edges until she wasn't quite sure where she ended and the role of a whore began.<</if>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/black_vaginalCreampie1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 2)>> <<set _nameCreampieNumber to $pSexHistory.length-1>> <<if $wasDP >><<set $wasDP to false>><<set _nameCreampieNumber to $pSexHistory.length-2>><</if>> $pSexHistory[_nameCreampieNumber] came inside you! <<set $pSexHistoryFullList.push($pSexHistory[_nameCreampieNumber] + " - Vaginal")>> <<set $pCumVag++>><<set $pCumVagTimer to $datenow>> <<set $pVagGapingIn ++>><<set $pStateVagTimer to $datenow>> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); if(v.pSexWith.length >= 1){ goto("ThrownCell"); } else{ goto("MatcherEnd"); } } }, 26000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); if(v.pSexWith.length >= 1){ goto("ThrownCell"); } else{ goto("MatcherEnd"); } <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<if $pCumBot == 0>><<set $pCumBot to 1>><</if>> <<if $pCumBot == 1>><<set $pCumBot to 2>><</if>> <<if $pCumBot == 2 && $pCumMid == 0>><<set $pCumMid to 1>><</if>> <<if $pCumBot == 2 && $pCumMid == 1>><<set $pCumMid to 2>><</if>> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/black_vaginalCreampie2.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 2)>> <<set _nameCreampieNumber to $pSexHistory.length-1>> <<if $wasDP >><<set $wasDP to false>><<set _nameCreampieNumber to $pSexHistory.length-2>><</if>> $pSexHistory[_nameCreampieNumber] came inside you! <<set $pSexHistoryFullList.push($pSexHistory[_nameCreampieNumber] + " - Vaginal")>> <<set $pCumVag++>><<set $pCumVagTimer to $datenow>> <<set $pVagGapingIn ++>><<set $pStateVagTimer to $datenow>> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); if(v.pSexWith.length>=1){ goto("ThrownCell"); } else{ goto("MatcherEnd"); } } }, 27000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); if(v.pSexWith.length >= 1){ goto("ThrownCell"); } else{ goto("MatcherEnd"); } <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<if $pCumBot == 0>><<set $pCumBot to 1>><</if>> <<if $pCumBot == 1>><<set $pCumBot to 2>><</if>> <<if $pCumBot == 2 && $pCumMid == 0>><<set $pCumMid to 1>><</if>> <<if $pCumBot == 2 && $pCumMid == 1>><<set $pCumMid to 2>><</if>> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/black_vaginalCreampie3.mp4'>> <<set _nameCreampieNumber to $pSexHistory.length-1>> <<if $wasDP >><<set $wasDP to false>><<set _nameCreampieNumber to $pSexHistory.length-2>><</if>> $pSexHistory[_nameCreampieNumber] came inside you! <<set $pSexHistoryFullList.push($pSexHistory[_nameCreampieNumber] + " - Vaginal")>> <<set $pCumVag++>><<set $pCumVagTimer to $datenow>> <<set $pVagGapingIn ++>><<set $pStateVagTimer to $datenow>> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); if(v.pSexWith.length>=1){ goto("ThrownCell"); } else{ goto("MatcherEnd"); } } }, 21000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); if(v.pSexWith.length >= 1){ goto("ThrownCell"); } else{ goto("MatcherEnd"); } <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<if $pCumBot == 0>><<set $pCumBot to 1>><</if>> <<if $pCumBot == 1>><<set $pCumBot to 2>><</if>> <<if $pCumBot == 2 && $pCumMid == 0>><<set $pCumMid to 1>><</if>> <<if $pCumBot == 2 && $pCumMid == 1>><<set $pCumMid to 2>><</if>> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/vaginalCreampie1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 2)>> <<set _nameCreampieNumber to $pSexHistory.length-1>> <<if $wasDP >><<set $wasDP to false>><<set _nameCreampieNumber to $pSexHistory.length-2>><</if>> $pSexHistory[_nameCreampieNumber] came inside you! <<set $pSexHistoryFullList.push($pSexHistory[_nameCreampieNumber] + " - Vaginal")>> <<set $pCumVag++>><<set $pCumVagTimer to $datenow>> <<set $pVagGapingIn ++>><<set $pStateVagTimer to $datenow>> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); if(v.pSexWith.length>=1){ goto("ThrownCell"); } else{ goto("MatcherEnd"); } } }, 17000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); if(v.pSexWith.length >= 1){ goto("ThrownCell"); } else{ goto("MatcherEnd"); } <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<if $pCumBot == 0>><<set $pCumBot to 1>><</if>> <<if $pCumBot == 1>><<set $pCumBot to 2>><</if>> <<if $pCumBot == 2 && $pCumMid == 0>><<set $pCumMid to 1>><</if>> <<if $pCumBot == 2 && $pCumMid == 1>><<set $pCumMid to 2>><</if>> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/vaginalCreampie1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 2)>> <<set _nameCreampieNumber to $pSexHistory.length-1>> <<if $wasDP >><<set $wasDP to false>><<set _nameCreampieNumber to $pSexHistory.length-2>><</if>> $pSexHistory[_nameCreampieNumber] came inside you! <<set $pSexHistoryFullList.push($pSexHistory[_nameCreampieNumber] + " - Vaginal")>> <<set $pCumVag++>><<set $pCumVagTimer to $datenow>> <<set $pVagGapingIn ++>><<set $pStateVagTimer to $datenow>> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); if(v.pSexWith.length>=1){ goto("ThrownCell"); } else{ goto("MatcherEnd"); } } }, 20000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); if(v.pSexWith.length >= 1){ goto("ThrownCell"); } else{ goto("MatcherEnd"); } <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 20, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/black_vaginal1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 10)>> <<set _nameCreampieNumber to $pSexHistory.length-1>> $pSexHistory[_nameCreampieNumber] is fucking you! <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<set $blackVaginalCreampie to random(1, 3)>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("black_vaginalCreampie"+v.blackVaginalCreampie); } }, 20000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("black_vaginalCreampie"+v.blackVaginalCreampie); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/oral1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 10)>> <<set _nameCreampieNumber to ($pSexHistory.length -1)>> $pSexHistory[_nameCreampieNumber] is fucking your mouth! <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<set $oralCreampie to random(1, 1)>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("oralCreampie"+v.oralCreampie); } }, 20000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("oralCreampie"+v.oralCreampie); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/black_oral1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 10)>> <<set _nameCreampieNumber to $pSexHistory.length-1>> <<if $wasDP >><<set $wasDP to false>><<set _nameCreampieNumber to $pSexHistory.length-2>><</if>> $pSexHistory[_nameCreampieNumber] is fucking your mouth! <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<set $blackOralCreampie to random(1, 1)>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("black_oralCreampie"+v.blackOralCreampie); } }, 20000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("black_oralCreampie"+v.blackOralCreampie); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $matcherTimerTicks to 0>> /*<<set $pSexWith to ["Elmer","Titan","Ivo","Gregory"]>>*/ <script> $(document).ready(function() { var texts = ["■■■■■■", "■■■■■□", "■■■■□□","■■■□□□","■■□□□□","■□□□□□"]; var index = 0; function updateText() { $("#text").text("Timer: " + texts[index]); index = (index + 1) % texts.length; } setInterval(updateText, 900); }); </script> <h4>Careful!</h4> You see <<for _x to 0; _x lt $pSexWith.length; _x++>> <<if $pSexWith.length > 1 && _x == ($pSexWith.length - 2)>> $pSexWith[_x] and <<elseif $pSexWith.length > 1 && _x == ($pSexWith.length - 3)>> $pSexWith[_x], <<else>> $pSexWith[_x] <</if>> <</for>> approaching you. <div id="text"></div> <<set $loadingBarIndex to 0>> <<button "Try to run away!">> <<if $loadingBarIndex >= 40>> <<set $pSexWith to []>> <<goto "Cell C22">> <<else>> <<set $loadingBarIndex to ($loadingBarIndex + 1) % 40>> <<run $("#print-here").text(["■□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□", "■■□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□", "■■■□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□","■■■■□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□","■■■■■□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□","■■■■■■□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□","■■■■■■■□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□","■■■■■■■■□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□","■■■■■■■■■□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□","■■■■■■■■■■□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□","■■■■■■■■■■■□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□","■■■■■■■■■■■■□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□","■■■■■■■■■■■■■□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□","■■■■■■■■■■■■■■□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□","■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□","■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□","■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□","■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□","■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□","■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□","■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□", "■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□","■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□","■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□","■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□","■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■□□□□□□□□□□□□□□","■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■□□□□□□□□□□□□□","■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■□□□□□□□□□□□□","■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■□□□□□□□□□□□","■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■□□□□□□□□□□","■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■□□□□□□□□□","■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■□□□□□□□□","■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■□□□□□□□","■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■□□□□□□","■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■□□□□□","■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■□□□□","■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■□□□","■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■□□","■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■□","■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■"][$loadingBarIndex])>> <</if>> <</button>> <div id="print-here"></div> <<for _j to 0; _j lt $pSexWith.length; _j++>> $pSexWith[_j] [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/'+$pSexWith[_j]+'/body.png']] <</for>> <<script>> setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; if(v.pSexWith.length > 0){ goto("Gotchu"); } } }, 6300); <</script>>

<<set $loadingBarIndex to 0>> <h3><<for _x to 0; _x lt $pSexWith.length; _x++>> <<if $pSexWith.length > 1 && _x == ($pSexWith.length - 2)>> $pSexWith[_x] and <<elseif $pSexWith.length > 1 && _x == ($pSexWith.length - 3)>> $pSexWith[_x], <<else>> $pSexWith[_x] <</if>> <</for>> got you!</h3> <script> $(document).ready(function() { var texts = ["■■■", "■■□", "■□□","□□□"]; var index = 0; function updateText() { $("#txt").text(texts[index]); index = (index + 1) % texts.length; } setInterval(updateText, 1000); }); </script> <div id="txt">■■■</div> <<script>> setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; goto("ThrownCell"); } }, 4000); <</script>>

<h3><<for _x to 0; _x lt $pSexWith.length; _x++>> <<if $pSexWith.length > 1 && _x == ($pSexWith.length - 2)>> $pSexWith[_x] and <<elseif $pSexWith.length > 1 && _x <= ($pSexWith.length - 3)>> $pSexWith[_x], <<else>> $pSexWith[_x] <</if>> <</for>> throws you in a cell!</h3> <<if $pVagina>><<set _pubic to "Vag">> <<else>><<set _pubic to "Dik">><</if>> <<if $pCumTop >= 1>><<set _cTop to 1>><<else>><<set _cTop to 0>><</if>> <<if $pCumMid >= 1>><<set _cMid to 1>><<else>><<set _cMid to 0>><</if>> <<if $pCumBot >= 1>><<set _cBot to 1>><<else>><<set _cBot to 0>><</if>> <script> $(document).ready(function() { var texts = ["■■■■■■", "■■■■■□", "■■■■□□","■■■□□□","■■□□□□","■□□□□□"]; var index = 0; function updateText() { $("#teext").text(texts[index]); index = (index + 1) % texts.length; } var myInterval = setInterval(updateText, 1000); setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; clearTimeout(myInterval); if(v.dpChance == 0){ v.pSexHistory.push(v.pSexWith[0]); if(v.blackPrisoners.includes(v.pSexWith[0]) && v.sexChoiceChance == 1)goto("black_oral1"); if(!v.blackPrisoners.includes(v.pSexWith[0]) && v.sexChoiceChance == 1)goto("oral1"); if(!v.blackPrisoners.includes(v.pSexWith[0]) && (v.sexChoiceChance == 2 || v.sexChoiceChance == 3))goto("vaginal1"); if(v.blackPrisoners.includes(v.pSexWith[0]) && (v.sexChoiceChance == 2 || v.sexChoiceChance == 3))goto("black_vaginal1"); if(!v.blackPrisoners.includes(v.pSexWith[0]) && (v.sexChoiceChance == 4 || v.sexChoiceChance == 5))goto("anal1"); if(v.blackPrisoners.includes(v.pSexWith[0]) && (v.sexChoiceChance == 4 || v.sexChoiceChance == 5))goto("black_anal1"); v.pSexWith = v.pSexWith.slice(1); } else{ v.pSexHistory.push(v.pSexWith[0],v.pSexWith[1]); if(v.pVagina){ if(v.sexChoiceChance == 1 || v.sexChoiceChance == 2 || v.sexChoiceChance == 3)goto("dp1"); if( v.sexChoiceChance == 4 || v.sexChoiceChance == 5)goto("dpanal1"); } else{ goto("dpanal1"); } v.pSexWith = v.pSexWith.slice(1); } } }, 7000); }); </script> <div id="teext"></div> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/female/prison/thrown'+_pubic+_cTop+_cMid+_cBot+'.png']] <<set $dpChance to random(0, 1)>><<set $sexChoiceChance to random(1, 5)>> <<if $pSexWith.length <= 1>><<set $dpChance to 0>><</if>> <<for _j to 0; _j lt $pSexWith.length; _j++>> <<if $dpChance == 0>> <<if _j == 0>> $pSexWith[_j] wants to <<if $sexChoiceChance == 1>>fuck your mouth! <</if>> <<if $sexChoiceChance == 2 || $sexChoiceChance == 3 && $pVagina>>fuck your pussy! <<else>>fuck your ass! <</if>> <<if $sexChoiceChance == 4 || $sexChoiceChance == 5>>fuck your ass! <</if>> <<else>>$pSexWith[_j] wants to watch for now. <</if>> <<elseif $dpChance == 1>>$pSexWith[_j] wants to double penetrate you! <<else>>$pSexWith[_j] wants to watch for now. <</if>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/'+$pSexWith[_j]+'/body.png']] [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/'+$pSexWith[_j]+'/penis.png']] <</for>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/analCreampie1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 2)>> <<if $pCumBot == 0>><<set $pCumBot to 1>><</if>> <<if $pCumBot == 1>><<set $pCumBot to 2>><</if>> <<set _nameCreampieNumber to $pSexHistory.length-1>> <<if $wasDP >><<set $wasDP to false>><<set _nameCreampieNumber to $pSexHistory.length-2>><</if>> $pSexHistory[_nameCreampieNumber] came inside you! <<set $pSexHistoryFullList.push($pSexHistory[_nameCreampieNumber] + " - Anal")>> <<set $pCumAss++>><<set $pCumAssTimer to $datenow>> <<set $pAssGapingIn++>><<set $pStateAssTimer to $datenow>> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); if(v.pSexWith.length >= 1){ goto("ThrownCell"); } else{ goto("MatcherEnd"); } } }, 18000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); if(v.pSexWith.length >= 1){ goto("ThrownCell"); } else{ goto("MatcherEnd"); } <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/black_anal1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 2)>> <<set _nameCreampieNumber to $pSexHistory.length-1>> <<if $wasDP >><<set $wasDP to false>><<set _nameCreampieNumber to $pSexHistory.length-2>><</if>> $pSexHistory[_nameCreampieNumber] came inside you! <<set $pSexHistoryFullList.push($pSexHistory[_nameCreampieNumber] + " - Anal")>> <<set $pCumAss++>><<set $pCumAssTimer to $datenow>> <<set $pAssGapingIn++>><<set $pStateAssTimer to $datenow>> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<set $blackAnalCreampie to random(1, 2)>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); if(v.pSexWith.length >= 1){ goto("ThrownCell"); } else{ goto("MatcherEnd"); } } }, 20000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); if(v.pSexWith.length >= 1){ goto("ThrownCell"); } else{ goto("MatcherEnd"); } <</script>> <</button>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Abe/body.png']] <h2>Abe</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Abe">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Alan/body.png']] <h2>Alan</h2><<set _prisonerName to "Alan">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Alaric/body.png']] <h2>Alaric</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Alaric">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Aldo/body.png']] <h2>Aldo</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Aldo">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/August/body.png']] <h2>August</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "August">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Baldwin/body.png']] <h2>Baldwin</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Baldwin">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Basil/body.png']] <h2>Basil</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Basil">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Blazh/body.png']] <h2>Blazh</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Blazh">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Borko/body.png']] <h2>Borko</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Borko">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Cassian/body.png']] <h2>Cassian</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Cassian">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Castellan/body.png']] <h2>Castellan</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Castellan">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Col/body.png']] <h2>Col</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Col">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Crispin/body.png']] <h2>Crispin</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Crispin">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Cyriac/body.png']] <h2>Cyriac</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Cyriac">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Dobroslav/body.png']] <h2>Dobroslav</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Dobroslav">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Dragan/body.png']] <h2>Dragan</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Dragan">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Drew/body.png']] <h2>Drew</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Drew">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Dunsten/body.png']] <h2>Dunsten</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Dunsten">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Elmer/body.png']] <h2>Elmer</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Elmer">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Ethelred/body.png']] <h2>Erhelred</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Erhelred">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Finnian/body.png']] <h2>Finnian</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Finnian">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Francis/body.png']] <h2>Francis</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Francis">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "GloryHoleLock">> <<if ($stringTimeNow >= 6 && $stringTimeNow < 22)>>I like how you know what you are worth. Now, let's go whore. <<else>>I underestand that as a female, you have a natural urge to fuck anything whore, but it is not the time right now. <</if>> <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<if $francisStory >= 2>> <<link "Get locked inside the glory hole">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "GloryHoleLock">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>><</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "GloryHoleLock">> <<if ($stringTimeNow >= 6 && $stringTimeNow < 22)>> <<button "Follow him">>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<goto "FrancisGetYouInGloryHole">> <</button>> <<else>> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <</if>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Gavin/body.png']] <h2>Gavin</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Gavin">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Godfrey/body.png']] <h2>Godfrey</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Godfrey">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Gregory/body.png']] <h2>Gregory</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Gregory">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Harold/body.png']] <h2>Harold</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Harold">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Hawk/body.png']] <h2>Hawk</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Hawk">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Hugh/body.png']] <h2>Hugh</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Hugh">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Ivo/body.png']] <h2>Ivo</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Ivo">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Lefuuinus/body.png']] <h2>Lefuuinus</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Lefuuinus">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Leopold/body.png']] <h2>Leopold</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Leopold">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Lucian/body.png']] <h2>Lucian</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Lucian">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Maxim/body.png']] <h2>Maxim</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Maxim">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Merek/body.png']] <h2>Merek</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Merek">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Neville/body.png']] <h2>Neville</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Neville">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Nigel/body.png']] <h2>Nigel</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Nigel">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Otto/body.png']] <h2>Otto</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Otto">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Roland/body.png']] <h2>Roland</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Roland">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Rudolf/body.png']] <h2>Rudolph</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Rudolph">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Sebastian/body.png']] <h2>Sebastian</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Sebastian">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Severin/body.png']] <h2>Severin</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Severin">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Sigrid/body.png']] <h2>Sigrid</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Sigrid">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Titan/body.png']] <h2>Titan</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Titan">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Tobias/body.png']] <h2>Tobias</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Tobias">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Wilkie/body.png']] <h2>Wilkie</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Wilkie">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Wilmot/body.png']] <h2>Wilmot</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Wilmot">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Yarognev/body.png']] <h2>Yarognev</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Yarognev">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Yaromil/body.png']] <h2>Yaromil</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Yaromil">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Zemislav/body.png']] <h2>Zemislav</h2> <<set _prisonerName to "Zemislav">> <<set _randomIndex to random(0, $prisonersSentences.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndex2 to random(0, $prisonersBodylanguage.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexcum to random(0, $cumComments.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexwayOut to random(0, $responseWayOut.length - 1)>> <<set _randomIndexProstituition to random(0, $responseProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexActionProstituition to random(0, $responseActionProstitution.length - 1)>><<set _randomIndexDonation to random(0, $responseFreeRocks.length - 1)>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">> /*==================Starting Conversation====================*/ $prisonersSentences[_randomIndex] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <<if $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0 || $pCumBot > 0>> $cumComments[_randomIndexcum]<</if>> /*==================Response Conversation==================*/ <<else>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> $responseProstitution[_randomIndexProstituition] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] $responseActionProstitution[_randomIndexActionProstituition] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "WaysToLeave">> $responseWayOut[_randomIndexwayOut] $prisonersBodylanguage[_randomIndex2] <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "Donation">> $responseFreeRocks[_randomIndexDonation] <</if>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner == "">><h4>Ask</h4> <<link "Sell yourself">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Prostituition">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ask for free blue rocks">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "Donation">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <<link "Ways to get out of here">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "WaysToLeave">><<goto _prisonerName>><</link>> <</if>> /*====================================================*/ <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "Prostituition">> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <</button>> <<elseif $promptDialogPrisoner == "Prostituition">> <<button "Whore Yourself">>\ <<set $pSexWith to [_prisonerName]>>\ <<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">>\ <<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>>\ <<goto "ThrownCell">> <</button>> <</if>> <<if $promptDialogPrisoner != "">><<set $promptDialogPrisoner to "">><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/enteringHouse.png']] The door to Petra and Sarah's house slammed open, creating a sudden gust of cold air that rushed through the room. Lord Robert stood in the doorway, his imposing figure casting a dark shadow on the floor as he took slow, heavy steps into the living room. The echo of his footsteps combined with the weight of his presence, and tension immediately filled the space. Sarah! Lord Robert barked, his voice raspy and authoritative. Petra's heart raced at the sound of Lord Robert's voice. She knew all too well who this man was and the danger he posed. Her eyes darted toward the kitchen, and she swiftly moved to hide behind the counter, holding her breath and praying she would go unnoticed. Ah, there you are! Lord Robert sneered as he caught sight of Sarah, who had just rushed down the stairs upon hearing his arrival. Her blonde hair framing her pale face, green eyes brimming with fear. Lord Robert. Sarah replied, trying to maintain her composure. To what do we owe the… pleasure of your visit? Enough with the pleasantries, girl He snapped, his cold gaze scanning the room. I grow tired of your games. Games? Sarah feigned confusion, attempting to mask her terror. I don't know what you mean. Cut the act, Sarah. I didn't come here for idle chatter. Lord Robert's voice was menacing, leaving no doubt about the seriousness of his intentions. From her hiding place, Petra's heartbeat pounded in her ears. She could feel the sweat forming on her brow, her hands shaking as she gripped the edge of the counter tightly. With every word exchanged between Lord Robert and Sarah, the pit in her stomach grew deeper. Please, Lord Robert Sarah began, her voice trembling slightly. We've done nothing wrong. Why are you here? Wrong? Lord Robert scoffed, taking a few more steps forward until he was uncomfortably close to Sarah. I didn't say you did anything wrong… yet. Sarah swallowed hard, trying her best to appear calm and collected despite the fear that threatened to consume her. She knew she had to stay strong, not only for herself but for Petra as well. Then what brings you here? She asked, resisting the urge to back away from his imposing figure. Perhaps I just wanted some company. Lord Robert said with a cruel smile, his eyes narrowing as they roamed over Sarah's petite frame. Or maybe I'm just curious about what secrets you might be keeping. The color drained from Sarah's face, her mind racing as she tried to come up with a plan to keep Petra hidden and safe. But even as Sarah attempted to divert Lord Robert's attention, she couldn't shake the feeling that their luck was running out, and [[CapturePetra1<-something terrible was about to unfold.]]

<<run $wardrobePlayer.merge($peterWearingClotheNow)>><<run $peterWearingClotheNow.empty()>><<run $wardrobePlayer.transfer($peterWearingClotheNow,"Naked", 1 )>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/carriage1.png']] Petra's limbs flailed, her fingers clawing at the air as she was hurled into the darkened belly of Lord Robert's carriage. The guards' hands were firm and unyielding, their grip ironclad as they stripped away the layers of her simple gown with mechanical efficiency. Fabric tore with a sound like screaming, the din of it filling Petra's ears alongside her own cries of protest. Her skin prickled with the night's chill, vulnerability washing over her in icy waves. The carriage door slammed shut, sealing Petra in with her captors. The space was stifling, the scent of old leather and Lord Robert's musky cologne mingling to create an oppressive atmosphere. Petra's breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving as she took in the figures before her: the looming guard by the door, silent and stoic; and Lord Robert, perched on the opposite bench like a spider in the center of its web. Be still. Lord Robert's voice cut through the tension, a command wrapped in velvet darkness. His eyes were unseen, but Petra felt them upon her, imagined the greasy trail they left on her bare skin. The guard by the door shifted, the only sound his armor clinking softly, a sentinel awaiting orders. Your little charade ends here, my dear. Lord Robert continued, the words slipping from his lips with perverse pleasure. We both know you're not who you pretend to be. Petra's heart pounded against her ribcage, each beat a drum of war within her own chest. There was no escape, not with the carriage lurching forward, the world outside reduced to a blur of shadows. She was trapped, a pawn in the grasp of a man whose reputation for cruelty was matched only by his lust for power. Remove it. Lord Robert commanded, his voice a low growl. The guard's gauntleted hands reached for Petra's head, fingers hooking under the coarse fabric that obscured her world. With one swift tug, light flooded her vision and the gag slipped from between her lips, trailing saliva. She gasped, lungs desperate for untainted air. Petra blinked, her eyes adjusting to the dimness within the carriage. Lord Robert loomed before her, a figure carved from darkness and malice. His gaze descended upon her like carrion birds, sharp and hungry. She shivered under the weight of his stare, feeling it probe the exposed parts of her flesh with an intimacy that made her skin crawl. Ah, there you are. Lord Robert said, his eyes never wavering. The flower amongst thorns. The gem hidden in plain sight. His words slithered through the confined space, a striking contrast to the silence that had come before. Petra tried to shrink away, pressing her back against the hard wood of the carriage wall, but [[LRCarriage1.1<-there was nowhere to hide from that invasive gaze.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/carriage.png']] The carriage wheels creaked as they rolled over the uneven cobblestones, the only sound in the otherwise stifling silence. Petra sat rigidly on the velvet seat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Lord Robert's presence filled the confined space, an oppressive force that seemed to suck the air from her lungs. Petra. Lord Robert finally said, his voice a low rumble that hinted at dark promises. You strike me as unacquainted with... certain pleasures. His words slithered through the air like a serpent, and Petra felt her stomach twist into knots. Her gaze remained fixed on the window, where the blurred images of passing trees provided a flimsy distraction from the conversation she wished to avoid. Is that so? Petra managed to reply, her voice steady despite the turmoil churning inside her. Indeed, he continued, leaning closer, his breath reeking of sour wine. A delicate flower such as yourself, untouched by a man's hand. It must be...intimidating, the thought of what lies ahead. Petra swallowed hard, the implications of his words slowly unfurling in her mind like toxic blooms. She could feel his eyes boring into her, but she refused to meet his gaze, fearing the predatory gleam she knew she would find there. Intimidation is not a sensation I am familiar with, my lord. She countered, though her heart raced with the lie. The guard shifted silently near the door, a silent sentinel to the unfolding exchange. Ah, but you will be. Lord Robert whispered, almost as if savoring the words. Fear can be quite the aphrodisiac, don't you think? Petra's fingers dug into her palms, her nails biting into the flesh. The carriage's interior felt smaller by the moment, each second stretching out like an eternity under Lord Robert's gaze. His words clawed at her resolve, leaving her feeling vulnerable, exposed. Perhaps for some. She said, her voice weak. But I am not so easily swayed by fear nor by false pretenses of pleasure. [img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/oncarriage.png']] False pretenses? He chuckled, a hollow sound devoid of humor. My dear Petra, I assure you, the pleasures I speak of are very real. She fought to maintain composure, aware that any sign of weakness would be like blood in the water to a shark. She could not let him see how much his words affected her, could not give him the satisfaction of knowing he had struck a nerve. Let us hope then that your assurances hold more value than your attempts at intimidation, Lord Robert. Petra replied, her voice tinged with a defiance she scarcely felt. Lord Robert merely smiled, a slow curling of his lips that did not reach his cold eyes. We shall see, Petra. We shall see. Petra shifted in her seat, her gaze darting to the window as if salvation might appear on the darkened road. Lord Robert's presence was a palpable weight, a force that threatened to crush her spirit. Discomfort suits you. he said, his voice smooth as silk and just as suffocating. [[LRCarriage2.0.1<-She turned to face him, her eyes hardening.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/oncarriage.png']] Enough of talking. I want to see some performance. I want you to please my fellow friend over here. Lord Robert commanded pointing towards the guard beside him, his voice a venomous whisper that slithered through the cramped space of the carriage. His eyes gleamed with cruel anticipation, fixated on Petra as if she were a mere plaything for his amusement. Petra's heart hammered in her chest, her breaths coming in short gasps. Panic clawed at her insides, and for a moment, time seemed to stretch into eternity. She could not—would not—stoop to the vile act he proposed. Please, my lord. She began, her voice strained with urgency. There must be another way. I can pay you twice the debt. I'll find a way. The offer dangled in the air, a fragile lifeline that she prayed he would grasp. But Lord Robert's expression remained unchanged, his face a mask of cold amusement. Money? he scoffed, his voice echoing mockingly within the confines of the carriage. You think I desire your coin? No, Petra. This is about power, always was. Her stomach churned, bile rising in her throat. The reality of her situation pressed down upon her, a weight so heavy it threatened to crush her spirit. She was nothing more than an object to him, a means to satisfy his twisted desires. Your pleas fall on deaf ears. Lord Robert continued, dismissing her offer with a flick of his hand. You will do as I command, or you will suffer consequences far worse than you can imagine. Trapped and helpless, Petra felt the walls of the carriage close in around her, suffocating her with their opulence and the stench of her own fear. Lord Robert watched her, relishing her distress, a predator toying with his prey. Lord Robert’s cruelty hung in the air, oppressive and tangible. In the musty darkness of the carriage, Petra's resolve flickered like a candle in the wind. Her options dwindled to none, and despair gnawed at the edges of her will. The guard, his movements robotic and devoid of emotion, stood before Petra. He unbuckled his belt with mechanical precision, the leather sliding through the loops with a soft hiss. His trousers fell to his ankles in one smooth motion, revealing his arousal, an explicit testament to Lord Robert's command. Petra's gaze flickered to the guard's face, searching for a hint of humanity, a sliver of reluctance. There was none. His eyes were as empty as the void between the stars, his loyalty to Lord Robert severing any personal sentiment. The power dynamics were starkly clear; he was but an instrument of the Lord's will. Proceed. Lord Robert's voice sliced through the silence, devoid of warmth. Please. Petra whispered, her voice barely carrying. There must be another way. Have you not learned? Lord Robert's tone was laced with irritation. Your choices are no longer your own. Petra's heart raced, the thudding in her chest a frenzied drumbeat against the enclosing dread. To defy him meant punishment beyond the physical, retribution that could extend to those she held dear. Yet compliance insinuated a different kind of death, the annihilation of her soul. Remember where you stand, Petra. Lord Robert said, a cruel edge to his words. Remember who holds your fate. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, but she fought them back. Her mind reeled, searching for an alternative, but each thought crumbled under the weight of her reality. She was ensnared in a web from which there seemed no escape, a pawn in a game of cruelty and domination. Time is waning. Lord Robert pressed, watching her torment with clinical detachment. Go on. The guard stood silent, an automaton awaiting its function. Petra took a shuddering breath, her stomach twisting into knots. This was the moment, the fulcrum upon which her future teetered. She reached out, her hand trembling, the consequences of her decision looming like specters in the gloom of the carriage. Very well. She uttered, her voice a mere wisp of sound, betraying the tempest within. I will do as you command. The scent invaded Petra's nostrils, a pungent reminder of the repugnant task at hand. Her mind churned with fragmented memories, the warmth of Sarah's embrace, now distant echoes drowned out by the present horror. [img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/guardPenis.png']] The walls of the carriage seemed to close in on her, each breath a struggle against the suffocating air of degradation. Proceed. Lord Robert's voice sliced through the tension, [[LRCarriage2.2<-as cold and sharp as steel.]]

<<set $pCumTop = 1>><<set $isAWhore to true>> Petra's hands were not her own as they moved forward, her sense of self peeling away with each trembling inch closer to the guard. A bile taste filled her mouth, her body recoiling from within, yet she pushed on, trapped in this dance of despair. Petra's hands were not her own as they moved forward, her sense of self peeling away with each trembling inch closer to the guard grotesque phallus. A bile taste filled her mouth as she lets his length into her mouth, her mind screamed in horror and disgust, she could feel its slimy texture and taste its essence her body recoiling from within, yet she pushed on, trapped in this dance of despair, a pawn in this twisted game of terror and degradation. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/female/bjCarriage1.png']] Good, good. He murmured, almost affectionately, as one might praise a pet for performing a particularly difficult trick. His fingers tapped a rhythmic beat on the armrest, the only outward sign of his eagerness. Is this what pleases you, my lord? Petra's voice cracked, the words barely escaping her lips as she fought the urge to vomit. Your obedience is what pleases me. He replied, his tone deceptively gentle. Your recognition of your place in the grand scheme of things. The guard stood stoic, his expression unreadable. Petra wondered if he felt any remorse, any human emotion beneath that stony facade. Or had Lord Robert's influence corrupted him beyond redemption? Remember, child. Lord Robert said, the title mocking when it fell from his lips. You are here to serve. Petra nodded, a mere puppet nodding on strings, her last shreds of defiance slipping away. She was a vessel of their whims, her own will crushed under the weight of necessity. And in that moment, with Lord Robert's gaze upon her, she felt the final vestiges of her dignity evaporate into the charged air between them. Petra's hand hovered, the distance between flesh and dread measured in mere breaths. The guard's arousal stood as stoic as his expression, a silent demand echoing Lord Robert's depraved wishes. Her fingers trembled, betraying the turmoil that writhed within her, a war between dignity and the primal instinct to survive. Go on. Lord Robert's voice cut through the tension, a blade sharpened by malice. Do what must be done. She turned her gaze from the guard to Lord Robert, seeking a hint of mercy in those cold eyes. But there was none; only the glint of a man who knew the extent of his power and delighted in its execution. Please. Petra whispered, her voice a fragile thread about to snap. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/female/bjCarriage3.png']] There has to be another way. I beg of you. Your begging is as delightful as it is pointless. He replied, each word dropping like a lead weight into the pit of her stomach. You know the terms. Now, perform. Tears blurred the edges of her vision, but Petra fought them back. She could not afford weakness, not when every second was a precipice on which her fate teetered. The guard's flesh loomed before her—her potential undoing or her salvation from the confines of a prison cell. Petra's lips wrapped tightly around the pulsating shaft, her mouth filled with the bitter taste of salty sweat and desperation. She tried to distract herself, to think of anything else but the degrading act she was performing, but the increasingly forceful thrusts made it impossible for her mind to escape the reality. The minutes dragged on like hours as she struggled to keep up with his insatiable desire, her throat raw and her body trembling with disgust and shame. Is this the honor of a lord? she challenged, her voice gaining a tremulous strength. To force a woman thus? [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/female/bjCarriage2.png']] Ah, but honor is a luxury afforded to those with choices. Lord Robert retorted smoothly. And you, my dear, have none. With a nod from Lord Robert, his guard roughly grabs Petra by the hair and forces her to her knees. She struggles against the grip and the sudden sensation of his cock ramming down her throat, tears springing to her eyes as she gags and chokes on the intruder. The smell of drool and precum fill the air, staining her lips and coating her small breasts with a sticky film. Her cries for help are silenced by the guard's rough thrusts, the sound of choking echoing from the carriage walls. The sound of her gasps and coughs can be heard from outside the carriage, drawing the attention of the other guards riding alongside them. They turn in their saddles to watch the degrading act through the small window, unable to look away. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the guard reaches his climax and pins Petra's head down, forcing her to drink his semen. She can feel it burning down her throat, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. But even after he finished inside her throat he did not let her go. He held her head in a vise-like grip, forcing his swollen member deeper and deeper into her throat, ignoring the gurgling sounds and desperate gasps for air. As her vision blurred and faded, she caught a glimpse of Lord Robert's trousers falling to the ground with a heavy thud, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction as he declared: It is my turn now. It is time for her to loose her virginity. <<if $pVagina>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/female/bjCarriagePassoutVag.png']] <<else>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/female/bjCarriagePassoutDik.png']] <</if>> <<set $pSexHistoryFullList.push("Lord Robert's Guard" + " - Oral")>> Her body went limp as the guard withdrew and adjusted himself, leaving her [[FirstEventPrison<-slumped on the ground with a vacant expression on her face.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/petraCarriage2.png']] Your amusement at my discomfort reveals much about your character, Lord Robert. An interesting choice of words for someone in your... delicate position. Delicate? Petra scoffed, anger simmering beneath her skin. I am far from delicate. Yet your body tells a different story. His lips twisted into a semblance of a smile. You wear defiance well, but it is a thin veil. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. What would you know of veils, my lord? Or do you claim to see through everyone so easily? Through you, Petra? More than you realize. His voice dropped, a low rumble that set her nerves on edge. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. Sarah must be missing her dear.. Lets say... Wife terribly. It would be a shame for the kingdom to know the marriage between two woman. Petra stilled, her heart pounding like a drum. "Wife?" His word was a dagger, sharp and quick. Ah, so the innocent doe has fangs after all. Lord Robert's chuckle was devoid of warmth. Do not mistake me for one of your unsuspecting patrons. I know who you are, or rather, what you've become. The revelation hung between them, thick with implications. She felt the walls closing in, the game she had been playing laid bare by his insidious words. Is that a threat? She asked, her voice steady despite the chaos raging within her. Merely an observation. He reclined back into his seat, his eyes never leaving hers. You have more to lose than most, Petra. Remember that. With each word, the carriage seemed to shrink, trapping her in this moving prison with a man whose knowledge could unravel her very existence. The guard's silent presence, a mere shadow in the corner, served as a grim reminder of her helplessness. Whatever you think you know changes nothing. Petra said, but her voice lacked conviction. Everything changes, dear, granddaughter. That is the nature of our world. Lord Robert's gaze held her own, unblinking, predatory. And sometimes, we must embrace the change, no matter how perverse it may seem. She swallowed hard, her throat tight with fear and loathing. Lord Robert reveled in his power, and she knew then that [[LRCarriage2.1<-this journey would test her in ways she had never imagined.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/oncarriage.png']] Your beauty is quite... remarkable. he continued, his eyes leisurely tracing the contours of her body. A shame it must be marred by such unfortunate circumstances. The discomfort twisted inside Petra, a knot of revulsion that tightened with each passing second. Her flesh felt seared by his look, branded by the fire of his unsavory desires. He watched her squirm, a smirk playing on his thin lips, as if delighting in the power he wielded over her. Speak, girl. he urged. I relish hearing the sound of your voice. Your transformation, it is quite the witch's work. Lord Robert mused aloud, breaking the silence that had thickened between them. His voice was smooth, like oiled silk, and it slid over Petra's heightened senses with ease. Petra's heart stuttered. The realization slammed into her with the force of a war hammer—Lord Robert knew. He knew of the curse that had twisted Peter's form into hers, the delicate ruse she and Sarah had concocted to explain her sudden appearance. Fear clawed at her insides, a feral thing desperate to escape. How could he possibly— Peter grows sicker by the day, does he not? Lord Robert's tone was laced with mockery, his thin lips curling around each word like they were savory morsels. Y-Yes, my lord. Petra managed to stammer. Her mind raced, seeking an anchor in the storm his words had wrought. Yet here you are. he continued. The picture of blooming health. Sarah's daughter, no less. His laughter was low and devoid of humor. A convenient tale. Almost too much so. The air in the carriage felt like lead, pressing down upon her chest with relentless weight. Her vulnerability was complete and undeniable. These weren't mere suspicions. Lord Robert possessed knowledge that could unravel her existence, thread by fragile thread. Please... I... Petra's plea hung unfinished, the enormity of her situation rendering her speechless. She was caught in Lord Robert's web, and she had no illusions about the cruelty of spiders. Save your breath, child. Lord Robert stated, leaning closer. The space seemed to constrict further still. I see the truth of it. And believe me, I find it... intriguing. He drew back, giving her room to breathe, yet it brought her no relief. As the gravity of her predicament settled upon her shoulders, Petra understood that this was no temporary threat. Lord Robert's knowledge was a shadow that would hang over her, dark and unyielding. The carriage lurched forward, its wheels groaning against the cobblestone path. Petra’s heart hammered in her chest, each beat a stark reminder of the direness of her situation. The wooden panels creaked, the confined space amplifying the sounds into a cacophony of captivity. Comfortable, my dear? Lord Robert's voice sliced through the din, smooth as silk and just as suffocating. Petra did not answer. The ropes binding her wrists gnawed at her skin, but it was his gaze that truly bound her. Ah, silence Lord Robert mused aloud. A virtue they say is golden. Yet I find it does not suit you. He leaned back into the plush velvet seat, his eyes never leaving her form. A smirk played upon his lips, cruel delight dancing in the depth of his cold stare. Perhaps you are pondering your fate? Or maybe you're crafting more fanciful tales to explain away your predicament? The carriage jerked as it turned a sharp corner, throwing Petra against the hard wall. She bit back a cry, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing her pain. Such spirit. He continued, reveling in the game only he seemed to be playing. It will serve you well...or perhaps it will be your undoing. Time shall reveal all. Outside, the rhythmic clattering of hooves signaled their hastened departure from the village. With every jolt and sway, freedom became a distant memory, replaced by [[LRCarriage1.2<-an ever-tightening noose of inevitability.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/petraCarriage1.png']] Where are you taking me? Petra’s voice broke the rhythm, faint but firm. Lord Robert chuckled, a sound devoid of warmth. All in due time. But worry not. He said, his words dripping with mock reassurance. You shall be most valuable during my care. A shiver coursed down Petra's spine. His amusement at her plight was a blade to her hope, severing what little she clung to. Value is often underestimated. He added. And I am quite adept at... appraisal. The carriage continued its relentless journey, the world beyond reduced to a blur of shadows and fleeting light. Trapped in motion, Petra felt the true weight of her helplessness. There was no escape from Lord Robert's grasp, no reprieve from the dark road ahead. The carriage lurched, throwing Petra into the leathery embrace of its confines. Her heart pounded in sync with the relentless thudding of hooves against cobblestone. She fought to steady her breath, to quell the rising panic that coiled like a serpent in her gut. The wooden panels seemed to close in on her, and the musky scent of leather mingled with her fear. How is the travel, my dear? Lord Robert's voice slithered through the dim interior. Petra fixed her eyes on a knot in the wood, willing her voice to remain even. As comfortable as one can be, considering the circumstances. Ah, but circumstances are merely opportunities in disguise. His words felt like a caress she desperately wanted to flee from. She turned her gaze upon him, searching for any hint of mercy. An opportunity for what? For you to gloat? Merely an opportunity for us to become... acquainted. Her skin crawled under his lecherous gaze. Each bump in the road jostled her closer to the edge of despair. She wrapped her arms around herself, a futile shield against the invasion of her thoughts by this vile man. Let's not pretend we're anything but captive and captor. Petra snapped, the fight in her flaring despite her predicament. Such fiery defiance. He leaned back, studying her. But beneath that fire, I sense fear. It is only natural. Perhaps it is you who should be afraid of your own nature.She countered, though her voice lacked conviction. Ah, but I am not the one bound and at the whim of another. He said, his chuckle dark and low. Whims can change. Indeed, they can. He paused, letting silence fill the space between them. However, mine are quite set when it comes to you, Petra. The carriage swayed, throwing them together momentarily. Petra recoiled from his touch, her skin searing where it had made contact. She was a bird ensnared, every movement reminding her of the trap she was in. The air grew thick, stifling, each breath a struggle against the pressing walls. Your games won't break me. she declared, though doubt gnawed at her resolve. Who speaks of breaking? Lord Robert mused. I prefer... molding. Even stone can be worn down to nothing. Petra whispered to herself more than to him, her eyes burning with unshed tears. Then it is fortunate you are not stone. He replied, his tone deceptively soft. No, you are flesh and blood. Much more... pliable. Is that what I am to you? Something to bend to your will? Her lips trembled with the [[LRCarriage1.3<-effort to remain composed.]]

You have much to learn about the ways of power and desire, my dear. He reached out, and she flinched as his fingers brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. [img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/petraCarriage2.png']] Keep your lessons. she spat. Alas, you have no choice in the matter. His eyes gleamed with the certainty of his power over her. Everyone has a choice. She insisted, clinging to the last shreds of her autonomy. Then choose. He challenged. To accept your reality. It will make everything so much... smoother. Acceptance is not consent. Petra said, her spirit a small flame refusing to be extinguished. Consent. Lord Robert mused. Is a luxury you may find yourself without. The carriage dipped and swerved as the path grew wilder, the world outside a mere suggestion of shapes and sounds. Petra's senses heightened, each creak and groan of the wood, each shift of Lord Robert's body, a reminder of her precarious situation. Her fate lay in his hands, and with each passing moment, the carriage carried her further into the unknown. One guard turned slightly, his gaze unintentionally meeting Petra's through the narrow gap. A shiver ran down her spine, the coldness in his eyes reinforcing her solitude. They were not just men, they were extensions of Lord Robert’s will, his eyes and ears, the enforcers of her isolation. Comfortable, my dear? Lord Robert's voice sliced through the tension with the same question, a cruel reminder of the power he wielded. Comfort is irrelevant. Petra retorted, her voice hollow but defiant. Ah, but comfort can be provided... or taken away. he replied, the implication hanging heavily in the air between them. Your threats do nothing but show your true character. She said, aware that every word could be a weapon in this delicate dance of wits. Character, He chuckled darkly. is something you'll find I have in abundance. The carriage continued to sway, a rhythmic rocking that seemed to mock Petra's turmoil. Outside, the rhythmic cadence of hooves punctuated the silence, a constant reminder of her captivity. The guards' shadows flickered across the window as the carriage lamps cast an ominous glow, the bars of light akin to the bars of a cell. Where are you taking me? Petra demanded this time, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her insides. Somewhere... special. Lord Robert said, stretching out the word like a cat basking in the sun. A place where we can explore your... potential. Explore or exploit? Petra shot back, her spirit still fighting even as her body remained ensnared. Semantics. He waved her off with a nonchalant flick of his wrist. The carriage hit a rut, jostling its occupants. Petra's stomach churned, whether from the motion or the dread of what lay ahead, she couldn't tell. Each turn of the wheel was [[LRCarriage2<-a step further into uncertainty.]]

<<set $feminization to 16>> The firelight cast flickering shadows on the walls as Lord Robert's hands slammed down on the table, rattling the dishes. Enough games, Sarah. You know what I want. He barked, his voice filled with authority and menace. Please, my lord. Sarah pleaded, her green eyes glistening with unshed tears. We don't have two thousand gold to give you right now. Then I'll just take you back to my house, like before he snarled, grabbing her arm roughly, his grip tight enough to leave bruises. Wait! she cried out in desperation, searching for any excuse that would keep him from discovering Petra hiding in the kitchen. I can offer something else, something more valuable than gold. She glanced around the room, her gaze falling on a small chest tucked away in the corner. My husband's family heirloom. It's worth far more than two thousand gold. Sarah could feel Lord Robert's skepticism as he released her arm. She knew that her words were a gamble, but if it bought her enough time to get Petra to safety, it would be worth it. Show me he demanded, crossing his arms over his chest. And it better be worth my time, girl. She rushed to the chest, her heart pounding in her ears as she fumbled with the lock. Her fingers trembled, making it difficult to turn the key. As the lid of the chest creaked open, she unveiled a large, ornate dagger encrusted with precious gems. The blade glinted menacingly under the firelight, casting a sinister glow across Sarah's face. Is this valuable enough for you? she asked, her breath hitched with fear, praying that her ruse would work. [img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/dagger.png']] Lord Robert examined the dagger carefully, weighing it in his hand. His eyes narrowed, scrutinizing every intricate detail. Sarah's heart raced as she watched him, her mind racing with the thoughts of what would happen if he discovered Petra hiding just a few feet away. Perhaps he finally said, his voice low and dangerous. But you are acting weird Sarah. Don't think you can deceive me. Of course, my lord. She replied with a weak voice. I wouldn't dream of it. [[Lord Robert accepts the heirloom]] [[CapturePetra1.0.1<-Lord Robert don't accept the heirloom]] Leads to prison

[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/standing.png']] Please, Lord Robert. She pleaded. There's nothing in there but dirty dishes and old food. Move aside, girl. he growled, his patience clearly wearing thin. No! Sarah cried, surprising herself with her own defiance. I won't let you search our home without cause! Insolent wench! His voice boomed like thunder, making her flinch. But still, she held her ground. In the deafening silence that followed, Sarah could hear her own ragged breaths. She braced herself for the inevitable outburst from Lord Robert, praying that her efforts would be enough to protect Petra. Sarah held her breath, hoping against hope that her body would be enough to block his path to the kitchen where Petra cowered in fear. With a sudden forceful shove, Lord Robert pushed past Sarah, his gaze locked on the kitchen door. Out of my way. He growled, disregarding Sarah's desperate attempts to protect Petra. As he entered the kitchen, Petra's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding so loudly she was certain he could hear it. The kitchen seemed to shrink under Lord Robert's oppressive presence, the air growing thick and heavy. <<if $pHeight == 1>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/petraHiding.png']] <<else>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/petra2Hiding.png']]<</if>> Petra's heart pounded in her chest as she stared up at the imposing man she shrank back against the kitchen counter, feeling exposed and vulnerable under Lord Robert's penetrating gaze. His dark eyes bore into her, demanding answers. Who is this? Lord Robert snarled, his voice dripping with disdain. She is Peter's... Sarah started explaining. You expect me to believe this is Peter's daughter? He interrupted her. Sarah stepped forward, her voice trembling. Yes, my lord, she is. Her name is Petra. Ha! Lord Robert scoffed. And I suppose next you'll tell me that Peter is on the bedroom recovering from his illness? Sarah hesitated, her eyes darting between Petra and the floor. Yes, my lord. He remains bedridden, but we wanted Petra to have some semblance of a normal life. Normal life? Lord Robert sneered. You expect me to belive this fantasy just as everyone else? Petra clenched her fists, fighting the urge to lash out. The injustice of it all gnawed at her insides, but she knew that any show of defiance would only make things worse. She had to stay calm, for Sarah's sake. Please, my lord. Sarah pleaded, her words barely audible. She has done nothing wrong. She's just a girl. Silence! Lord Robert barked, his patience wearing thin. I will decide what is right and wrong here, not you. With a sinking feeling, Petra realized that there was no way to talk their way out of this. Lord Robert had already made up his mind about her, and no amount of pleading or reasoning would change that. Very well. He said coldly, turning back towards Petra. If you insist on playing these games, then I shall play along. We are not playing games, my lord. Sarah whispered, her voice breaking. Of course. He replied sceptically, his eyes never leaving Petra's face. Now, let us discuss the matter of my payment. The knowledge that their lives hung in the balance weighed heavily on her mind, and she knew that [[CapturePetra1.2<-one wrong move could spell disaster for them both.]]

<<if $pHeight == 1>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/petraHiding.png']] <<else>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/petra2Hiding.png']]<</if>> Ah, my granddaughter! he said with a cruel smile, his eyes raking over her small form. Trying to hide from me, were you? Please, my lord. Petra whimpered, her voice barely audible. I meant no disrespect. Disrespect? Lord Robert laughed, a menacing sound that sent shivers down Petra's spine. You think hiding in this filthy kitchen shows me anything but disrespect? Petra's mind raced, trying to come up with a response that might appease him. Desperation clawed at her insides, her thoughts tumbling over one another. I... I'm sorry, my lord. I was... scared She stammered, her eyes filling with tears. Scared? He mocked, stepping closer to her, his tall frame towering over her<<if $pHeight == 1>> petite one<</if>>. And what, pray tell, do you have to be scared of? Y-you. Petra whispered, trembling uncontrollably. Me? Lord Robert's laughter echoed through the room, chilling Petra to her core. Well, my dear, you should be. And you have given me more than enough reason to make your life very difficult indeed. Please, my lord. Sarah interjected, her desperation clear in her voice. She's just a girl. Leave her be. Silence! Lord Robert bellowed, turning his attention back to Sarah. You have no say in this matter. As he spoke, Petra's thoughts spun wildly, searching for a way out of the hellish situation she found herself in. However, there remains the issue of my payment. He drawled, his eyes still fixed on Petra. She could feel the weight of his gaze, making her skin crawl with unease. Of course, my lord. Sarah replied, her voice shaky. I had an idea. I don't need to take you anywhere dear Sarah, you and your... Sick husband can keep working untill you pay me, four thousand next time. Lord Robert mused, his gaze returning to Petra. Yes, that might work. You see, the prison has no women at all. Surely, she would be quite an attraction there. It would be a shame... His voice trailed off, and he let out a sinister chuckle. Petra's knees trembled as she stood in the kitchen, her hands gripping the edge of the wooden table for support. Lord Robert's cold gaze lingered on her, as if he could see straight into her soul, her heart raced, fear gripping her chest like a vice. She could hardly imagine what horrors awaited her in such a place. She wanted to scream, to run away, but she knew any attempt would be futile. Instead, she tried to steady her breathing and focus on staying calm. Prison is no place for a delicate flower like you. Lord Robert said with a malicious grin. The men there are brutal and vile. They'll tear you apart. His words sent chills down Petra's spine, and she barely managed to suppress a shudder. Her voice cracked as she tried to respond. Please… I don't belong there. Silence! Lord Robert barked. Your... Father should have thought of that before not paying me what he owes, and hiding you from me. Sarah stepped closer, her eyes pleading. My lord, I beg of you, reconsider. She's innocent. I'll come up with the gold, I promise. Just give us more time. Lord Robert's cruel smile returned to his lips, sending shivers down Sarah's spine. The room seemed to grow darker as his sinister intentions became all too clear. Time is a luxury you no longer have, girl. He turned back to Petra, studying her fear-stricken face. Your fate is sealed. As his cruel words echoed in her ears, Petra's heart sank like a stone dropped into a dark abyss. Fear and despair washed over her, drowning any hope she had left. She closed her eyes and fought back tears, [[CapturePetra1.3<-trying to steel herself for the coming ordeal.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/wifebeg.png']] Father, please, can you give us a little more time? Sarah implored once again, her voice trembling as she tried to hold back her tears. Time is something I do not give freely. He said dismissively, never once looking away from Petra's trembling form. You should know that by now, my dear. Sarah's mind raced with desperation, her heart pounding in her ears as she struggled to find a solution. She knew that if she couldn't come up with something – anything – to change Lord Robert's mind, Petra's fate would be sealed. Perhaps there's another way. She offered hesitantly, wringing her hands together nervously. Something else we can offer you, instead of the gold... Your attempts to buy more time are futile. Lord Robert interrupted, his voice dripping with disdain. I've made my decision, and your pitiful bargaining will not sway me. Please. Sarah whispered. Don't do this. Enough! Lord Robert roared. Your pleas fall on deaf ears. Petra, I... Sarah began, but was cut off by Lord Robert's booming voice. Enough! He barked, this time slamming his fist against the table. This is not up for debate! I don't want the heirloom. If you and Peter dont have two thousand right now, The girl goes to prison, and that is final! Please, my lord. Sarah pleaded, tears streaming down her face. There must be another way. I'll do anything you ask, just don't send her there. Your words mean nothing to me, girl. Lord Robert snarled. You failed to meet your end of the bargain, and now you must suffer the consequences. He turned towards the door and gave a sharp whistle, summoning two of his guards. Take her away. he ordered, pointing at Petra. Two guards entered the room, their armor clanking ominously with each step. Petra flinched as their rough hands grabbed her arms. Sarah! She cried out, desperation in her voice. Help me! Petra! Sarah screamed, reaching for her, but held back by another guard. As the guards seized her, Petra's mind raced with panic. She tried to run away, but their grip was too strong. She looked to Sarah, whose eyes were filled with desperation and despair. But there was nothing either of them could do now. The decision had been made, and Petra's fate was sealed. In that moment of overwhelming fear, Sarah's desperation took hold, igniting an ember of courage within her. She stepped forward, eyes locked on Lord Robert, and let her gaze wander to his lips as she bit her own seductively. Fine. she whispered, her voice sultry and determined. Take me instead of Petra. Lord Robert raised a skeptical brow, clearly surprised by her bold behavior. What are you proposing, girl? Let Petra go. Sarah said, her voice trembling ever so slightly. I'll do whatever you want, anything at all. Just spare her from the prison. Ha! Lord Robert barked out a harsh laugh, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. You would willingly offer yourself to me in exchange for your "daughter's" freedom? Sarah nodded, her heart pounding against her ribs like a caged animal desperate to break free. Yes, my lord. I will give myself to you completely. Lord Robert eyed her up and down, taking in her petite frame and the vulnerability in her green eyes. He seemed to consider her offer, and for a brief moment, hope fluttered within Sarah's chest. [[CapturePetra1.4<-But then his expression hardened.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/lordrobert2.png']] Your offer is amusing, but it changes nothing. he sneered. You forget, Sarah, that you are my daughter. I would never defile my own flesh and blood. He lied, and he continued, casting a sinister glance at Petra. However, my dear 'granddaughter' is another story altogether. Sarah's stomach twisted into knots as the implications of his words became clear. He had no intention of letting Petra go, in fact, he seemed to relish the idea of claiming her innocence for himself. The fear and despair surged through Sarah, suffocating her ability to think rationally. Please. she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks. Don't do this to her. She doesn't deserve this fate. Your pleas won't change my decision. Lord Robert said coldly, his gaze unwavering from Petra's terrified face. Now step aside, or you will both suffer the consequences. Sarah hesitated, a thousand thoughts racing through her mind as she tried to find some way out of this nightmare. But in the end, she knew that there was nothing she could do against the powerful and sadistic Lord Robert. With a heavy heart, she stepped back, leaving her dear Petra to face the horrifying reality alone. Petra... she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her own heart. I'm so sorry. But Petra couldn't hear Sarah, her eyes were fixed on Lord Robert, watching with terror as he raised his hand once more, summoning his guards to carry on their grim task. Petra's heart pounded in her chest, the sound of Sarah's frantic sobs echoing through the room like a death knell. She watched as Sarah fell to her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks as she begged Lord Robert for mercy. We are done here! Lord Robert barked, his patience wearing thin. Take her away. As the words left his lips, the second guard roughly yanked a dark cloth over Petra's head, plunging her world into darkness. Panic surged through her veins, threatening to consume her completely. She struggled against her captors, her muffled cries barely audible beneath the gag as they dragged her away from the only safety she had ever known. Sarah! Petra's thoughts screamed, desperate for her wife's touch, her comforting presence. But it was futile. The only thing that accompanied her now were the heavy footsteps of the guards and the weight of [[LRCarriage1<-despair bearing down on her soul.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/lordrobert2.png']] Before I make my mind, I want some water. Sarah's heart thundered in her chest, each beat echoing the heavy footsteps of Lord Robert as he neared the kitchen. The air felt thick with tension, and she could almost taste the menace that radiated from him. Lord Robert. I haven't filled the jars yet. she said, her voice quivering despite her best efforts to sound confident. And I assure you, there's nothing of interest in the kitchen. Is that so? He sneered, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized her every move. You wouldn't be trying to deceive me, now would you, girl? Never, my lord. She swallowed hard, her throat feeling dry as sandpaper. I'm simply trying to save you valuable time. All right, I will take the heirloom, but next time I want the amount in gold you hear? He said taking the dagger with him. Of course father. Without a word, Lord Robert turned and strode away, his long black coat fluttering behind him. Petra let out a sigh of relief as she emerged from her hiding spot, grateful to be free from the tense atmosphere. She turned to Sarah with a grateful smile, but words seemed inadequate to express the depth of her appreciation. The weight on her shoulders felt lighter now, knowing that Sarah [[House<-had her back in this dangerous game.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/lordrobert2.png']] Before I make my mind, I want some water. Sarah's heart thundered in her chest, each beat echoing the heavy footsteps of Lord Robert as he neared the kitchen. The air felt thick with tension, and she could almost taste the menace that radiated from him. Lord Robert. I haven't filled the jars yet. she said, her voice quivering despite her best efforts to sound confident. And I assure you, there's nothing of interest in the kitchen. Is that so? He sneered, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized her every move. You wouldn't be trying to deceive me, now would you, girl? Never, my lord. She swallowed hard, her throat feeling dry as sandpaper. I'm simply trying to save you valuable time. Your concern is touching. He replied sarcastically, taking a step closer to the door. But I will see for myself. As he moved towards the kitchen, Sarah knew she had to act quickly. Desperation fueled her courage, pushing her to stand directly in front of him, blocking his path. Her green eyes locked onto his, unyielding even as [[CapturePetra1.1<-fear threatened to consume her.]]

<h3>Prison</h3> <<if $pVagina>> <<set $pSexHistoryFullList.push("Lord Robert" + " - Vaginal")>> <<else>><<set $pSexHistoryFullList.push("Lord Robert" + " - Anal")>> <</if>> Also if you like the game, I would appretiate the help if you can, so I develop it even more :) [[https://patreon.com/user?u=2405264 <- Patreon]] <<button "Return to House">><<goto "House">><</button>> <<button "To Prison!">><<goto "FirstEventPrison">><</button>>

<h4>Male To Female content</h4> -The male to female content is optional- Would you like to the transformation to end with a vagina or a tiny penis? <<button "Vagina" "SkipIntro">><<set $pVagina to true>> <</button>> <<button "Penis" "SkipIntro">><<set $pVagina to false>> <</button>>

<h4>What is Peter's new name?</h4> <<textbox "$playerName" "Petra">> <<button "Submit">> <<set $playerName to $playerName>> <<replace "#output">> <<print $playerName>>! <<if $playerName != "">><<goto "FSkip2">><<else>>Please, choose a name.<</if>> <</replace>> <</button>> <div id="output"></div>

<h4>What is Petra's new height?</h4><<set $pBoobs to 1>><<set $m2f to 0>> <<button "Medium">><<set $pHeight to 3>><<goto "FSkip3">><</button>> <<button "Short">><<set $pHeight to 2>><<goto "FSkip3">><</button>> <<button "Shortest">><<set $pHeight to 1>><<goto "FSkip3">><</button>>

<<if $feminization == 15>> <<goto "IntroPrison1">> <<run $wardrobePlayer.merge($peterWearingClotheNow)>> <<run $peterWearingClotheNow.empty()>> <<run $wardrobePlayer.transfer($peterWearingClotheNow,"Naked", 1 )>> <<else>><<goto "House">> <</if>>

<<set _randomNumber to random(1, 6)>><<set _randomTavernImage to random(1, 3)>><<if $LRnot > 0>><<set _var to "NLR">><<else>><<set _var to "">><</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Bedroom">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeonbed1.png']]<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >><</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation < 200>><<if $wifelocation == "Kitchen">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onkitchen2.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation >= 200 && $tavernWifeReputation < 400>><<if $wifelocation == "Kitchen">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onkitchen2.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation >= 400>><<if $wifelocation == "Kitchen">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onkitchen32.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Bathroom">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/bath2.png']]<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >><</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation < 200>><<if $wifelocation == "House">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onlivingroom1.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation >= 200 && $tavernWifeReputation < 400>><<if $wifelocation == "House">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onlivingroom21.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation >= 400>><<if $wifelocation == "House">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onlivingroom31.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Tavern" && $creampieCheck == 0>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeontavern1'+_var+'.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Tavern" && $creampieCheck == 1 && $SarahTavernCaughtCheating>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeTavernCum'+_randomTavernImage+_var+'.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Tavern" && $creampieCheck == 1 && !$SarahTavernCaughtCheating>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeontavern1'+_var+'.png']]<</if>> Peter's pulse thrummed in his ears, each beat a drumroll to the moment he'd been spiraling towards. She was a vision, one that he'd never tire of, but the desire pooling within him demanded more, much more. Sarah, Peter began, as she turned around. We need to talk. Her green eyes flickered with curiosity, a sliver of concern etching between her brows. What is it, love? He took in a sharp breath, steadying himself. I want... I want to see you. He started, throat tight. When you are with someone else... At the tavern. The words hung between them, heavy and dangerous. For a moment, Sarah simply stared, her surprise evident in the slight parting of her lips. Then, slowly, a mischievous smile crept across her face, transforming her surprise into intrigue. Really now? She teased, leaning in so close he could smell the sweet scent of her perfume. You want to watch me? Yes. Peter affirmed, the confession igniting a strange thrill within him. With a John. While you're working. Peter. She said, drawing out his name like a siren's song, her voice low and playful. That's quite the request. Her eyes danced over his face, reading him like an open book. Is it something you can do for me? he asked, feeling both vulnerable and emboldened under her gaze. Maybe. Sarah purred, stepping back, her small hand resting on her hip. But are you sure you can handle that? She watched him intently, gauging his reaction. Absolutely. he said, the word coming out more as a vow than a response. Interesting She whispered, her smile widening, promising secrets and shared desires yet to be explored. Sarah's green eyes shimmered with a glint of something feral as she circled Peter, her steps silent on the worn floorboards. The flickering candlelight threw shadows across her face, deepening the contours of her cheekbones and giving her an ethereal glow. Peter She drawled, voice dripping with a honeyed challenge. To want is one thing. To handle it is another. The muscles in his jaw tightened. I can handle it. He insisted, though a curl of jealousy unfurled within him at the mere thought of another man touching her. Can you? Her eyebrow arched, each word laced with playful skepticism as she traced a finger down the center of his chest. His heart thudded against his ribcage, a mix of desire and envy making his breaths shallow. Sarah, please. His plea was raw, his need to see her in that light overpowering his reason. She paused, tapping her lip thoughtfully. Alright, Peter, I'll grant this wish of yours. She conceded, the corners of her lips quirking up in satisfaction at his visible relief. But, she continued, her tone taking on a steely edge. There's a price. Anything he breathed, anticipation coiling tight within him. Good. She stepped back, crossing her arms. You'll do as I ask. When I ask. Without question. Without question. He repeated, a shiver of uncertainty passing through him even as he nodded. Her smile was triumphant, her victory complete. We have an understanding then. Peter's pulse hammered in his ears, doubt and desire. Sarah's gaze held him captive, [[Ask to see 1.1<-her eyes pools of emerald mischief.]]

<<set _randomNumber to random(1, 6)>><<set _randomTavernImage to random(1, 3)>><<if $LRnot > 0>><<set _var to "NLR">><<else>><<set _var to "">><</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Bedroom">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeonbed1.png']]<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >><</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation < 200>><<if $wifelocation == "Kitchen">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onkitchen2.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation >= 200 && $tavernWifeReputation < 400>><<if $wifelocation == "Kitchen">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onkitchen2.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation >= 400>><<if $wifelocation == "Kitchen">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onkitchen32.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Bathroom">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/bath2.png']]<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >><</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation < 200>><<if $wifelocation == "House">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onlivingroom1.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation >= 200 && $tavernWifeReputation < 400>><<if $wifelocation == "House">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onlivingroom21.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $tavernWifeReputation >= 400>><<if $wifelocation == "House">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onlivingroom31.png']]<</if>><</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Tavern" && $creampieCheck == 0>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeontavern1'+_var+'.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Tavern" && $creampieCheck == 1 && $SarahTavernCaughtCheating>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeTavernCum'+_randomTavernImage+_var+'.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Tavern" && $creampieCheck == 1 && !$SarahTavernCaughtCheating>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeontavern1'+_var+'.png']]<</if>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 70, 0, 100) >> Can you, at least tell me? he urged timidly. Curious? she teased, leaning back against the rough-hewn bar, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders like liquid gold. Of course I am. Peter admitted, his throat dry. He was poised on the precipice of a fantasy, teetering on the edge of an abyss that promised both pleasure and peril. Alright. A coy smile played on Sarah's lips. You'll get your pass. But only for a day at the tavern. His heart leapt, but caution tugged at its strings. And? And when you ask for it. The pass will be for the next day; Not the same day you ask. she said slowly, savoring each word. But, that same night, you'll sleep on the couch... ...And I, with someone else on our bed. The words hung between them, heavy with implication. The living room couch, cold, distant, a stark contrast to the warmth of their shared bed, now to be desecrated by the presence of another. Sarah... Peter started, his mind racing. The image of her, entwined with a stranger where they had once whispered sweet nothings, stung more than he cared to admit. Those are my terms, Peter. Her voice was firm, yet laced with a promise, a secret thrill that only they would share. He swallowed hard, nodding. I understand. Good boy. She reached out, her touch lighting on his cheek, soft as a breeze. You'll see, this will be our little game.Sarah pulled away, her eyes sparkling with a blend of affection and authority. Now. I have work to do. <<if !$pChastity && !$pVagina>>Her green eyes locked onto his. Oh, I almost forgot... Sarah began, her tone soft yet edged with excitement. You have lost you chastity haven't you? He nodded, his throat tight. Words felt clumsy on his tongue, so he let silence speak for him. That is no good, she said, pulling a small, metallic object from the folds of her apron. The chastity cage gleamed dimly in the low light. This is part of our game. It will bring us closer, my love. He eyed the device, apprehension knotted with desire. Closer? Much closer. She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. You'll feel every second of my absence, every sigh that isn't yours, every pleasure you cannot have... until I decide otherwise. Sarah... His hands trembled. Shh. Her finger pressed gently against his lips. Let's not spoil the fun with doubts. This is about connection, Peter. Our connection. He breathed deep, letting the truth of her words seep into him. There was no backing out now; this was their path, unexpected and twisted though it might be. His surrender was inevitable, like the tide drawn by the moon's command. Alright. He gave a resigned nod. Sit. She gestured to a chair. [img[setup.ImagePath+'items/Ccage.png']] He obeyed, the wood creaking under his weight. Vulnerable and exposed, he watched as she knelt before him, the chastity cage cradled in her hands like a sacred offering. Her fingers worked deftly, slipping the cold steel around him. The lock clicked shut, a sound far too final. Is that okay? Her gaze was intense, probing for any sign of regret. Y-yes. A shiver ran down his spine, confusion warring with arousal. He was hers, completely, irrevocably. Perfect. Sarah stood, her lips curving into a satisfied smile. Remember, this is just a game, one we both want to play. Right. A game. The word tasted strange, but he rolled it around in his mind, trying to find comfort in it. See? You're already learning. She brushed a kiss on his forehead, motherly yet tinged with something darker. Now, I must get back to work. Be patient, my love. And with that, she turned, leaving him alone once more, bound and buzzing with anticipation, a pawn eager for the next move in their wicked game. Trapped both physically and emotionally, a storm of arousal and bewilderment brewing within. He tried to process the whirlwind of sensations Sarah had stirred up, each one more intense than the last. Alone now, he felt the weight of the chastity cage, a constant reminder of the game they were playing. His heart hammered against his ribcage, a drumbeat syncing with the pulsing desire coursing through him. Dammit. He muttered under his breath, a blend of frustration and anticipation tightening his chest. Sarah had him right where she wanted him, and somehow, that was exactly where he needed to be. <<run $wardrobePlayer.merge($peterWearingClotheNow)>><<run $peterWearingClotheNow.empty()>><<run $wardrobePlayer.transfer($peterWearingClotheNow,"Naked", 1 )>><<set $pChastity to true>> <<else>>Peter's heart pounded in his chest as she walked away. Dammit. He muttered under his breath, a blend of frustration and anticipation tightening his chest. Sarah had him right where she wanted him, and somehow, that was exactly where he needed to be.<</if>> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<run $wardrobePlayer.merge($peterWearingClotheNow)>><<run $peterWearingClotheNow.empty()>><<run $wardrobePlayer.transfer($peterWearingClotheNow,"Grey Robe", 1 )>>\ <</button>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'house/livingroom.png']] <<if $viewCuckNight1 == null>><<set $viewCuckNight1 to false>><</if>><<if $viewCuckNight1 != null>><</if>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to "?">><<set $wifeLastOral to "?">><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifePerversion to ($wifePerversion + 10)>><<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> Peter's footsteps were a soft patter against the plush living room carpet, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within him. He exhaled sharply, the sound almost a growl, as he eyed the couch with a mixture of resentment and resignation. The cushions, which should have offered comfort, now looked like an island of torment where sleep would be a battle. Damn it. He muttered under his breath, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. The frustration clawing at his insides was a living thing, compounded by the heat that flushed his skin and the unmistakable bulge of his arousal. His wife, Sarah... her presence was everywhere but beside him. In his mind, in the air he breathed, but not within reach. Not tonight.<<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>> He sighed, sinking down onto the couch, the leather cool against his heated skin. His hand moved almost on its own accord, seeking release. But the cold, unyielding metal of the chastity cage met his fingers, a cruel reminder of his situation. God, this is ridiculous. Peter groaned, tugging futilely at the device that held him captive to his own desires. Tension coiled tighter in his gut, each failed attempt to touch himself only serving to heighten his need. The damned contraption left no room for maneuver, no chance for even the slightest bit of pleasure.<</if>> Sarah... he whispered, the name a plea, a curse, a benediction all at once. His back arched off the couch as if trying to escape his physical confines, his body begging for something that was just out of reach.<<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>> With every thwarted movement, every brush of metal against sensitive skin, the heat within him grew more unbearable. Can't even... can't even touch myself. He panted, the words laced with a mix of anger and longing.<</if>> He lay there, a man tormented by his own body's betrayal, imprisoned by his submission to the woman he loved, a submission that both bound and freed him in ways he could never have imagined. Peter collapsed onto the couch, the scratchy fabric of the throw barely registering against his skin. He shut his eyes tight, willing sleep to come and drown out the noise that seeped through the thin walls, the rhythmic creak of bedsprings, a low groan, a sharp intake of breath. I need to sleep. He muttered to himself, but it was like trying to ignore the pull of gravity. A sudden crescendo of moans broke through the stillness of the room, and Peter's eyes snapped open. Sarah's voice, laced with pleasure, cut through him sharper than glass. Her ecstasy was not for him. It belonged to someone else. Someone who could touch her, feel her warmth, explore the depths of her passion without restraint. More... ...Hmmm... ...Yes, just like that... The words, muffled by distance and walls, were nonetheless clear in their intent. Peter's fingers dug into the couch cushions, each sigh and cry that reached his ears igniting an inferno of longing within him. His heart raced, thudding against his ribcage as if protesting its cage just as vehemently as his body fought against the metal confines around his arousal. Gods, Sarah. He whispered, the sound barely escaping his lips. The room filled with the unmistakable rhythm of flesh against flesh, the intensity rising, falling, a symphony of forbidden desire. Peter pressed his forehead into the armrest, the reality of his helplessness washing over him in waves that left him gasping. Is this what you want, whore? The deep timbre of another man's voice reached him, and Peter couldn't hold back the shudder that wracked his frame. Please, don't stop... Sarah's plea was a siren call, one that Peter felt in the marrow of his bones. Jealousy snaked through him, coiling tightly around his chest, constricting his breath. But beneath it all lay an undercurrent of arousal, undeniable and fierce. This was her dream, her deepest desire made manifest and he was part of it, even now, in his silent torment. Ah... ...Right there! Her voice peaked, and the bedroom fell momentarily silent. Peter lay motionless, caught in the eye of the storm, every nerve ending screaming for attention. The silence stretched on, an illusion of reprieve, before shattering once again with the sounds of unabashed pleasure. Sarah... His voice was hoarse, a stark contrast to the cries of satisfaction that continued to haunt the space around him. Her name was both a prayer for strength and an admission of his own dark craving. As the night wore on, Peter remained ensnared in the web of sounds that told a story he could not participate in, yet could not escape. Peter shifted, the leather of the couch sticking to his skin as he turned away from the direction of the bedroom. With every creak of the bed frame, his mind teetered on the brink of vivid imagery, Sarah entwined with another, lost in ecstasy, and his body responded<<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>> with a painful tightness against the unforgiving metal of his chastity cage<</if>>. Focus. He muttered through clenched teeth, pressing his palms into his eyes. He drew in a deep breath, held it, exhaled slowly. The rhythmic pattern was a lifeline thrown amidst the storm of arousal and emotional tumult. Shut it out. He whispered to himself, willing his ears to obey. He locked onto the sound of his own breathing, a steady, deliberate cadence that became a mantra in the silent battle for control. Think of something else. Peter urged, but the faltering pitch of his voice betrayed him. He concentrated on the rise and fall of his chest, the sensation of air filling his lungs, the cooler touch of the throw blanket against one bare leg while the rest of him remained exposed to the room's ambient warmth. Endure. He commanded, the word a dull blade trying to sever the connection between what he heard and what he felt. His fists balled at his sides, knuckles whitening with the effort as if he could physically hold back the tide of desire that threatened to overwhelm him. Endure. He repeated, a soft mantra against the relentless soundtrack of passion that refused to be ignored. The creaking intensified, a relentless rhythm that pierced through the veil of Peter's concentration. Each groan of the bedframe was a hammer to his resolve, each sigh from Sarah a whisper against the shell of his ear, drawing him closer to the edge of reason. I need to sleep. He murmured, the word barely a breath. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, as if darkness could silence the symphony of Sarah's pleasure. Please... But the world paid no heed to his silent pleas. The crescendo of moans swelled, a tide that crashed over him, leaving him to drown in the echoes of ecstasy he was barred from reaching. <<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>>The metal cage felt colder, a reminder of his place, his purpose. <</if>> Sarah. he started, voice strangled, the name loaded with a cocktail of devotion and torment. He swallowed hard, the act laborious, as if he could gulp down the jealousy that threatened to choke him. Sleep. He commanded himself, the word devoid of strength, empty of conviction. His eyelids were heavy curtains closing on the day's performance, shutting out light, shutting out sound, shutting out Sarah. In the dim borderlands between wakefulness and slumber, the sounds continued, muffled now by the fog of exhaustion that rolled in, enveloping him, pulling him under. His consciousness wavered, thoughts blurred into obscurity, until finally, mercifully, sleep claimed him, [[CuckNight1.1<-a restless conqueror taking possession of its prize.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'house/closedbedroom.png']] Suddenly, in the middle of the night, a gasp shredded the silence, dragging Peter from the depths of his fitful slumber. His eyes snapped open, the darkness of the room a stark contrast to the vivid sounds that pierced through the thin walls. The rhythmic thumping of the headboard against the plaster was a metronome to Sarah’s moans, an orchestra of carnal symphony that played directly into Peter’s psyche.<<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> He lay there, breath hitching, as each cry from Sarah was a palpable force, a wave crashing over his restrained form<<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>>. The metal cage encasing<<else>>,<</if>> his arousal was both a torment and a reminder, his role in this twisted play was to listen, not act. More... give me more... The voice was Sarah's, but it was laced with a raw hunger Peter rarely heard. The other man grunted, a primal sound that spoke of effort and pleasure. There was power in that sound, authority, and ownership. It clawed at Peter's insides, a beast with jealousy-sharpened talons. Should I stop them? The question tore through his mind, a whisper in a hurricane. Can't. He muttered to himself, a declaration as much as a defeat. His fingers curled into the fabric of the couch, clutching it like a life raft in a sea of desire. Please, Sarah's plea echoed. Don't stop. Damn it. Peter choked out, the words strangled by his own arousal. Harder. She begged. The bed answered with a crescendo of creaks. Peter's heart pounded in time, urging him to rise, to claim, to confront the source of his torment. But that path was barred, locked away by vows and desires tangled like the sheets on his marital bed. Sleep He commanded once again, the word a fragile shield against the onslaught of sensation. He turned his face into the backrest of the couch, seeking refuge in the cool leather. God, yes! Sarah's voice spiked, sharp and clear. Peter squeezed his eyes shut, an attempt to banish the images searing into his brain. Their sounds, their pleasure, it was a world he was barred from entering, a feast he could only starve beside. Sleep. He whispered, a mantra, a plea, a surrender. His body tensed, then shuddered, a leaf in the storm's grip. Enough. He breathed, a thin line of resolve amidst chaos. Take it you little harlot! Came another call from the bedroom, but it was distant now, a fading siren song as Peter forced his attention inward, to the quiet rhythm of his own heartbeat. Sleep. He said one last time, a command to his rebellious flesh and roiling emotions. The night pressed in, heavy and dense, until finally, his consciousness waned, giving way to the oblivion of sleep. The cacophony dwindled, a last breath of indulgence that slipped into the silence of the night. At first, Peter lay rigid, the remnants of their ecstasy hanging in the air like a thick fog. Slowly, his muscles uncoiled, and the tension seeped from his body as the world around him softened into quietude. Despite the discomfort, <<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>>despite the cage's cruel embrace, <</if>>sleep crept upon him once again, a thief in the night, stealing the sharp edges of reality. In its generous clutches, Peter's consciousness ebbed, and he slipped into a slumber that was neither deep nor restful, but mercifully [[CuckNight1.1.1<-free from the auditory spectacle that had tormented him.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'house/livingroom.png']]<<set $datenow.setHours(7, 0, 0, 0)>><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>> Morning, love. Sarah greeted, her voice a melody laced with the remnants of satisfaction. She closed the distance between them, offering no reprieve as she pressed her lips against Peter's in a kiss that was both tender and invasive. The taste of another lingered there, a potent mix that seared into Peter's senses, igniting a conflicted arousal that warred against the constraints placed upon him.<<set $wifelocation = "House">> Did you sleep well? Sarah asked, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes, her breath of the other man's manhood. There was an unspoken knowledge in her gaze, a knowing glint that spoke of her awareness of his plight. Hardly. He admitted, the honesty of his voice tainted by the raw edge of fatigue. The walls are thin, Sarah. Ah, yes. She responded, a playful smirk curving her lips. I suppose they are. She sat down beside him, close enough that he could feel the heat emanating from her body, a cruel reminder of the division between them. Was it... Was it good for you? Peter found himself asking. It was a question borne from his deepest insecurities, a plea for reassurance wrapped in simple words. Sarah leaned in, her breath warm against his ear, and whispered, It was unforgettable. The statement hung in the air, heavy with implication, leaving Peter to grapple with the emotions that surged within him, jealousy, desire, and an unwavering devotion that tethered him to her despite the pain it wrought. Unforgettable. She repeated, her voice a sultry hum that vibrated through the space between them. Sarah leaned back, crossing one leg over the other with an air of casual exhibition. Her skirt hitched up ever so slightly, offering Peter a glimpse of the aftermath of her indulgence. Let me paint you a picture. She purred, locking eyes with him. He was like a storm, fierce and unrelenting. Each touch sparked flames, each kiss was a promise of more to come. Peter's jaw clenched as he listened, his heart pounding against his ribcage.<<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>> The metal cage felt tighter, its presence a constant reminder of his submission and chastity. It pressed against him unforgivingly, a cruel warden to his burgeoning erection that sought freedom in vain.<</if>> Every moment was intensity itself. We had sex on every corner of our bedroom. Sarah continued, her voice now a taunt laced with triumph. He took me places we've never been, Peter. Places you couldn't even imagine. And his manhood was... Delicious.... The words struck him harder than any physical blow could. He saw the flicker of satisfaction in Sarah's eyes as she watched the emotions play across his face. She was skilled in the art of manipulation, weaving her tale to elicit the maximum effect. Is that what you wanted to hear? She asked, tilting her head to the side as she scrutinized his expression. Her question was rhetorical, they both knew it, yet it demanded an answer, a submission to the dynamic they had created. Sarah... Peter began, but found no words to follow. His throat was tight, his thoughts tangled like threads in a loom gone awry. Shh, She hushed him gently, reaching out to stroke his cheek with the back of her fingers. No need for words, my love. Your eyes say it all. And with that simple gesture, she affirmed her power over him, leaving him adrift in a sea of his own tumultuous feelings, lost, desiring, and unequivocally hers. Peter watched her. Every movement, a taunt. The way she sauntered across the room, hips swaying with a predator's grace, bespoke of her confidence. His heart hammered against his ribcage, a trapped thing yearning for release. Sarah, he said, his voice breaking the silence like a pebble dropped in still water. Was it... Was last night... Trully...? His eyes searched hers, a silent plea for something to cling to, some shard of reassurance amid the shambles of his pride. She turned toward him, a slow smile curling her lips. Her gaze locked onto his, holding him captive as effectively as the metal that encased him. Oh, Peter, she murmured, her voice dripping with feigned sympathy that didn't quite reach her eyes. It was exquisite. His breath caught at her words, the admission he'd dreaded served with a playful lilt that cut deeper than any knife. Her pleasure in his discomfort was palpable, a dark perfume filling the space between them. Better than anything we've shared? he pressed, the question scraping its way up his throat. Oh darling I don't want to make you sad. Sarah replied, her tone light, almost sing-song. She stepped closer, her presence an enveloping warmth. Lets just say that, he knew exactly how to satisfy me, in ways you've never even touched upon, or reached upon. Peter felt the sting of her words like salt in a wound. He wanted to look away, to escape the hold she had on him, but he was riveted. Her power was absolute, and in that moment, he understood the depth of his own surrender. His heart thrumming in a rhythm of dread and desire. She prowled closer, the air between them charged with the electricity of her [[CuckNight1.3<-dominance over him.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'house/closedbedroom.png']] Peter's eyelids fluttered open, a groan slipping from his lips as he struggled with the weight of his own weariness. The room was tinged in the soft light of dawn, but the warmth of daybreak did nothing to ease the leaden exhaustion that draped over him like a thick blanket. His mind replayed the muffled moans and cries that had pierced through the thin walls throughout the night, each one a ghostly echo that haunted the silence of the morning.<<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> Damn. He muttered, rubbing at eyes that felt grainy with fatigue. His limbs were heavy, each movement an effort against the invisible weight that seemed to pin him to the couch. <<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>>His penis, locked tightly on the cage, leaking precum everywhere, sights of a rough night.<</if>> Another day. He sighed, pushing himself up to sit. <<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>>The chastity device was a cold reminder of the night's frustration, of the promise he'd made, to Sarah, to himself. With a grimace, he adjusted his position, seeking some relief from the unyielding metal.<</if>> Made it through. He whispered, a note of triumph threading through the exhaustion that lined his voice. He was battle-worn but intact, a survivor of his own desire and the love that anchored him. Endured. He said louder this time, his voice resonating in the empty space. It was more than just making it through the night; it was affirmation, a testament to his resolve. Sarah... The name lingered on his tongue, a bittersweet taste mixed with pride and pain. He stood, stretching out the kinks in his back, the physical aches mirroring the emotional ones. Time to face the day. He spoke to no one, his words echoing off the walls. The morning light cast long shadows across the room, a contrast to the darkness that had cradled him hours before. He shifted on the couch, feeling the fabric cling to his skin, a reminder of the restless hours spent there. The memories were vivid, the relentless sounds of Sarah's passion, the undeniable evidence of her pleasure, all within earshot but beyond reach. He yearned for rest, for respite, yet it eluded him, chased away by the cacophony of indulgence that had unfolded just a room away. As he lay there, entangled in his thoughts, the sound of footsteps approached. Sarah appeared before him, her form framed by the doorway. She moved with the confidence of a woman sated, her green eyes alight with an inner fire that only last night's escapades could kindle. Her blonde hair fell in disheveled waves around her shoulders, [[CuckNight1.2<-a testament to the fervor she had experienced.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'house/bedroom.png']]<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >><<set $viewCuckNight1 to true>> Peter hesitated at the threshold, the palpable scent of recent carnal exploits clinging to the air like a thick perfume. His chest heaved, each breath a battle between resentment and dark excitement. The bedroom lay before him, a tableau of disarray, it spoke volumes of the fervor that had unfolded within its confines. His gaze swept over the bed, once a sanctuary now defiled by the evidence of Sarah's liaison. Sheets twisted and contorted in a frozen dance of passion clung to the mattress, their white purity blemished by streaks and patches of semen. It was a stark, visceral reminder of physical acts he had not participated in but would always be privy to. The disorder spilled onto the floor where clothing lay strewn without care, an assortment of fabrics and colors discarded in the haste of undressing. Each garment told a story, a fleeting moment of urgency, a silent witness to ecstasy and sin. Peter could almost hear the rustle of fabric against heated skin, the urgent disrobing preceding surrender. There was no denying the turmoil brewing within him. Frustration clawed at his insides, a jagged edge against his own arousal. He stood frozen, caught in the voyeuristic aftermath, ensnared by the remnants of Sarah's pleasure which he was both condemned and compelled to confront.<<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>> Peter's knuckles blanched as he squeezed them tight, the metal of his chastity cage cold and unforgiving against his skin. A physical barrier to his mounting need. The restraint sent a sharp pang through him, a mixture of yearning and the bitter tang of denial.<</if>> He approached the bed, his movements deliberate. One by one, he peeled away the tarnished sheets, the fabric slipping through his fingers like the ghost of forbidden touch. Each tug at the linens was methodical, a means to distance himself from the sensations clamoring for attention below his waist. The task was mundane yet monumental, each fold and gather of the soiled sheets a battle against the tide of his own desires. Peter focused on the action, the simple mechanics of stripping the bed, as if by doing so he could also strip away the arousal that tormented him. The scent hit him first, a potent mixture of musk and perfume that seemed to seep from the very fibers of the crumpled sheets. Peter hesitated, his hands hovering above the bed, a silent battle raging within as the aroma wrapped around him like a siren's call. It was Sarah's scent, mixed with semen of another, an olfactory testament to her infidelity and his own twisted devotion. His fingers grazed the linen, and the smell grew stronger, filling the room, enveloping him. Peter's breath hitched in his throat, a visceral response to the invisible presence of his wife's lover. Every inhalation was an act of self-torture, every exhale a reminder of his longing. A single thought pushed its way to the forefront of his mind: bury his face in the linens, drown himself in the essence of their encounter. It would be so easy to give in<<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>>, to let the cage be momentarily forgotten<</if>>. But Peter steeled himself, his resolve as unyielding as the metal that confined him. He couldn't, wouldn't, allow himself that small comfort. With a muffled grunt, he pulled the sheets free from the mattress, the sound of fabric tearing away from fabric like a bandage being ripped off a wound. It was done. The bed lay bare, stripped of its sultry shroud, while Peter stood amidst the chaos of his own making, a man adrift in a sea of yearning and restraint. Peter's fingers brushed over the fabric strewn across the floor, Sarah's satin camisole, a stranger's crumpled shirt. His hands trembled, betraying him, as they clung to the material that still seemed to pulse with her warmth. Each garment was a reminder of how others had touched what was his, [[PeterClearBedroom1<-leaving their invisible marks upon her skin.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'house/bedroom.png']] He collected each item with deliberate motions, his mind recoiling from the images that flashed before his eyes: Sarah laughing, her back arching, her pleasure peaking under another's touch. He folded her clothes gently, placing them aside, while the others he bundled up with less care, his grip tight and resentful. With every piece of clothing he set right, the room felt emptier, colder. The echoes of intimacy clung to the walls, but Peter forced himself onward. He would not let this room hold power over him, would not give in to the jealousy that clawed at his insides. The damp cloth was cool in his hand as he reached for the cleaning solution. He poured it liberally, the sharp scent cutting through the muskiness that lingered in the air. His movements were methodical, each wipe a stroke of erasure, stripping away the evidence of the night's transgressions. The cloth turned sullied shades of gray as he scrubbed, his arms moving with a vigor that betrayed his inner turmoil. This space, their sanctuary, had been defiled, and only he could sanctify it once more. With each pass, the room began to transform back into the hollow echo of its former self, the traces of illicit love dissolving beneath Peter's determined hands. He worked in silence, the only sound the rhythmic swish of cloth against wood and fabric. As the last remnants of the encounter faded, so too did the strength in Peter's arms. Yet, he persisted, driven by the need to reclaim the sanctity of their shared life, even if it meant obliterating the evidence of Sarah's betrayal, a betrayal he had sanctioned, a torment he had chosen. Peter straightened his back, the last of the stained sheets bundled in his arms. The fabric, once a testament to Sarah's carnal exploits, now lay limp and lifeless, stripped of its sordid history. His hands, still trembling from exertion, dropped the bundle into the hamper with finality. The room, purged of its chaotic remnants, stood cold and sterile, a stark contrast to the fervor it had witnessed hours before. He paused, surveying the space that had transformed under his diligent care. The bed, once a disheveled nest of indulgence, now bore crisp linens, each corner tucked with military precision. The floor, previously littered with the detritus of lustful abandon, shone unblemished, not a garment or token out of place. But the cleanliness was an illusion, a veneer over the vivid memories that clawed at his mind, as relentless as the steel that encased him. His eyes closed for a moment, a futile attempt to shut out the barrage of images that danced behind his lids, Sarah writhing, gasping, coming alive under someone else's command. Peter's own body betrayed him, responding with an ache that no amount of self-restraint could quell. <<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>>The metal of his confinement felt like ice against his fevered flesh, a reminder of the pact that bound him to this path of denial.<</if>> When the task was done, Peter stepped back, surveying his work. The room was clean, sterile, devoid of the passion that had filled it just hours before. But within him, the tumult remained, an ever-present storm<<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>> raging against the bars of his self-imposed cage<</if>>. With a shuddering breath, he opened his eyes. The bedroom, now devoid of any outward sign of debauchery, held him in a suffocating embrace. His role, one of servitude and subjugation, demanded resilience. He'd clean, he'd observe, he'd suffer, but always in silence, always with the reverence Sarah's desires commanded. The physical labor had drained him, yet it was nothing compared to the internal battle that raged on. Each step he took was measured, a testament to the discipline he imposed upon himself. He lingered by the doorway, a soldier at the precipice of a battlefield, knowing that with each encounter, each cleansing, he sank deeper into the quicksand of their twisted covenant. The air felt cooler as he stepped away from the sanctum of sin, leaving behind the pristine facade and the phantom caresses that only served to stoke the fires of his longing. Peter moved through the threshold, the click of the closing door a soft punctuation to the scene, a [[House<-chapter ended, yet the story far from over.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'house/livingroom.png']] <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to "?">><<set $wifeLastVaginal to "?">><<set $wifeLastOral to "?">><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> Peter lay sprawled across the couch, his back pressing into the soft cushions. <<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>>Every muscle in his body seemed to coil tighter with the pressure encasing his groin, a relentless reminder of his submission. The metal felt cold, almost biting against his heated skin, and each throb of his confined member amplified his frustration.<</if>> The sound of the front door closing echoed through the house, a signal that stirred something deep within him. He lifted his head slightly, eyes narrowing as he tried to discern any hint of movement beyond the living room. The thick carpet swallowed the sounds, but Peter's imagination filled in the gaps. Sarah's laughter, light and teasing, floated down the hallway. The sound twisted in Peter's gut, a mixture of adoration and something darker, something he couldn't quite name. His pulse quickened, he knew that giggle, it was one she reserved for her most enticing games. A murmur of deeper tones blended with Sarah's giggles, the masculine timbre unmistakable even through walls and distance. Peter's grip tightened on the edge of the couch, knuckles whitening. He leaned forward, straining his ears, as if by sheer willpower he could penetrate the silence that followed. Shh, we don't want to wake him, he heard Sarah coo, her voice a silken thread weaving through the stillness. Let him hear, the client responded, a note of challenge lacing his words. Maybe he'll like it. Peter's breath hitched. His chest constricted<<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>>, not solely from the cage's embrace but<</if>> from the tantalizing torture of what was unfolding just out of sight. Curiosity warred with the demure part of him that longed to slide under the waves of denial. It was a battle lost before it began. Naughty girl, the client teased, the words barely reaching Peter's ears, yet they struck with the force of a gavel, sentencing him to his voyeuristic fate. He shut his eyes tight, a poor shield against the burgeoning images in his mind, Sarah, flushed and yielding, her laughter now a siren song drawing him closer to the rocks of his desires. And yet, he did not move from the couch. He remained, a silent observer to the symphony of suggestion playing beyond the bedroom door. A creak pierced the silence, deliberate and rhythmic. Each groan of the bed frame was a siren call to Peter's imagination. He envisioned Sarah, her body arched in pleasure, the client's hands tracing the pale canvas of her skin. The images flickered like a silent film in his mind, vibrant and unyielding. Ah, yes, a voice moaned from the other side of the wall. It was Sarah, her tone laced with abandon, unrestrained and inviting. Hmmmph, she pleaded, a dagger to Peter's heart. The sounds grew more fervent, each moan a crescendo that resonated through the room, through the walls, through Peter's very being. His longing clawed at him, insistent and cruel. With every breath, the need for release tightened its grip, a noose around the remnants of his self-control. Is this what you like? the client's voice rumbled, a low bass that vibrated through the floorboards. God, yes, Sarah gasped out. Her ecstasy, palpable and vivid, seeped into Peter's senses, feeding the frustration that coiled within him. Tell me, the client demanded. Tell me how much you want it. I want it, all of it, she cried, her voice hitching as if on the edge of a precipice. Peter's fists clenched, nails digging into his palms. The fervor of their exchange was a tangible thing, wrapping around him, taunting him with the very thing he could not have. The air seemed to thicken, charged with the electricity of forbidden intimacy. Please, Sarah's supplication broke through the haze, a single word laden with all the urgency of her desires. Peter's hand trembled as it reached downward, a reflex born of desire. His fingertips brushed against the unyielding metal encasing him, the chill of it stark against his fevered skin. A shudder coursed through him at the contact, but he jerked his hand away as if burned. The reality was clear and sharp, there would be no solace found in these fruitless gestures. Ah, just like that, a voice from the bedroom purred, dripping with satisfaction. He squeezed his eyes shut, an attempt to barricade his mind against the invasion of sounds. But they came, relentless, an auditory assault that clawed at the edges of his resolve. Each moan, each gasp was like a brushstroke on the canvas of his imagination, painting scenes he could envision but not partake in. More, give me more, Sarah's plea rang out, an entreaty for deeper pleasure that Peter could never provide. His chest tightened, breaths becoming shallow. He wanted to move, to flee from the cacophony of passion that wasn't his own. But he remained, anchored by a love so deep that even [[CuckNight2.0<-this arousing torment couldn't uproot it.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'house/livingroom.png']] <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to "?">><<set $wifeLastVaginal to "?">><<set $wifeLastOral to "?">><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">>Peter lay sprawled across the couch, every muscle wound tight, a coil ready to snap. The living room was shrouded in the dim light of a solitary lamp, casting long shadows that mirrored the dark thoughts swirling through his mind. Sarah's presence lingered in the air, her perfume a ghostly whisper that teased at his senses. His heart hammered against his ribcage, a relentless drumming that matched the cadence of his racing thoughts. With each beat, a silent question throbbed: What was she doing? Who was she with? The hardness of reality pressed against him, as tangible and suffocating as the cushion beneath his back. The walls of their modest home seemed to close in around him, the spaciousness of the living room now feeling like a cell. Sarah had transformed it, a space once filled with the laughter of shared secrets into a stage for his own private torment and arousal. He turned his head, ear angled toward the bedroom door, straining to pick up any trace of sound. The anticipation gnawed at him, a hunger for knowledge he wasn't sure he wanted to satisfy. His imagination painted vivid scenes behind the closed door, each more torturous than the last. Sarah, with her pale skin and untamed blonde locks, entwined with a shadow, an unknown man who was privy to her most intimate self. The creak of the bed slithered into Peter's ears, a cruel serenade to his already heightened senses. Moans, soft, breathy whispers of ecstasy, danced through the air, seeping from the sanctuary of the bedroom where Sarah was lost to another yet again. His heart pounded, a drumbeat syncing with the distant rhythm of the bed. Frustration seeped into his pores like sweat, coating him in the bitter realization that he was bound<<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>>, not just by the chastity device, but<</if>> by the web of his own yearning. His breath came short and ragged, each inhalation laced with the scent of his own helplessness. Sarah... oh gods, he gasped into the silence that mocked him, a lone spectator to her ecstasy. The moans swelled from beyond the closed door, punctuated by the distinct cadence of skin on skin. It was a melody of forbidden bliss that wrapped around Peter<<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>>, constricting tighter than the device that caged him<</if>>. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to banish the images that flooded his mind. He needed some sleeping time. More, you little whore... came the muffled voice of the other man, piercing through the walls, through Peter's defenses. Is it good? Sarah's voice drifted, honey-sweet yet laced with sin. Perfect, such a tight hole, the man satisfaction was a tangible force that seemed to vibrate through the very foundation of their home. Tell me how you want me, she coaxed, her words a knife twisting in Peter's chest. Every way, the man replied, desire thick in his voice. I want to taste every inch of you. Then do it, she urged. Take what's yours for the night. Peter's knuckles whitened as he clenched the couch cushion, the fabric bunching beneath his grip. The sounds of pleasure swelled, unabated, unashamed. Hmmmph... God, yes! Her voice again, breaking higher, wilder. Does he know how lucky he is? the man taunted between breaths. Shh... Focus... On us, she whispered back. Peter was both there and not, included yet excluded, present in her betrayal, absent in her pleasure. Sarah... The word was a plea, an accusation that fell on deaf ears. Sarah world was reduced to the one who touched her now, while Peter's narrowed to the sounds that fed his torment. The dance continued without him, a cruel ballet of flesh and desire, the movements choreographed to music only they could feel, leaving Peter in the [[CuckNight3.1<-silent wake of their passion.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'house/livingroom.png']] <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to "Client">><<set $wifeLastVaginal to "Client">><<set $wifeLastOral to "Client">><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">>Peter's form was a study of tension, sprawled across the couch in the dimly lit living room. His fingers drummed an uneven rhythm on the leather, betraying his unrest.<<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>> The chastity cage, an unyielding band of cold metal—bit into his flesh, holding him captive to a promise made in love and desperation.<</if>> In the adjoining bedroom, the door eased open. Sarah's silhouette framed the entry for a moment before she disappeared inside. Her voice, soft and lilting, blended with another, a deeper timbre that belonged to the man who had come calling under the veil of night. Right this way, she murmured, her tone threaded with practiced allure. Lead on. The client, a shadow behind her, answered with a gruff. Their footsteps sank into the plush carpet, hushing their approach to the bed that Peter knew all too well, their bed. His heart pounded. Each step they took was a note to his curiosity, which increased with every muffled word exchanged beyond the wall. Make yourself comfortable, Sarah invited, her words barely reaching Peter's straining ears. Comfortable, huh? The client's chuckle was a low rumble. That's not exactly what I'm here for. Then perhaps, Sarah's reply came, laced with mischief. Comfort can wait. They were close, so tantalizingly close; their whispers were like tendrils of smoke slipping through the cracks of the door, wrapping around Peter's senses. He shifted, the leather couch creaking beneath him<<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>> as if in sympathy to the torturous cage<</if>>. Tell me, the client's voice grew huskier. What's off-limits? Nothing, Sarah breathed, and the word was a key turning in Peter's mind, unlocking waves of desire and angst. Good, the client said, satisfied. Peter's hand twitched, a traitorous impulse to seek relief. But he resisted, remaining still as stone while his imagination painted vivid strokes of what might unfold just a wall apart. The click of the door latch was a clear, defining sound, a period to Sarah's entrance into the realm of forbidden pleasures. Peter felt it in his spine, that sharp shiver, as if the noise had traveled through the air and into his very marrow. His fists clenched involuntarily, nails digging into his palms, a primitive response to the cocktail of emotions brewing within him. The house seemed to hold its breath, and then, the symphony commenced: the soft, initial moan that fluttered like a trapped bird against the bedroom walls. It was followed by another, this one louder, more assertive, twining itself around the very fibers of Peter's being. Sarah, the client groaned, the name riding out on a wave of desire that crashed into Peter's ears. Shh, Sarah's voice, hushing her companion with a playful tone. You'll wake the neighbors. Let them hear, came the bold reply, punctuated by the unmistakable creak of the bed, a rhythmic protest to the weight and movement pressed upon it. Each creak, each stifled laugh, each whispered plea, it was as if they were etched into the air, reaching out to Peter, tempting him. He remained motionless, though every fiber of his being urged him to respond to the call of his own flesh. More, the word, a command from Sarah's lips, drifted through the walls, stirring within Peter an insatiable hunger. Anything for you, the client vowed, voice thick with lust. <<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>>Peter's resolve was iron, yet the sounds chiseled at it, bit by bit. The cage was his only armor, but even that could not shield the thoughts that swirled like a tempest in his mind, the vivid images that the chorus of moans painted on the canvas of his imagination. Peter's hand twitched, a spasm driven by the primal urge that gnawed at his restraint. The air was thick with suppressed desire, each breath he took laced with the weight of temptation. His fingers edged downward, drawn as if by a magnetic pull to the source of his torment. But just as flesh grazed cold metal, he halted, the reality of his confines snapping him back. A stifled sigh escaped him, his digits retreating from the chastity cage, steel and lock.<</if>> Damn it, he whispered into the emptiness of the living room, his voice barely rising above the sounds of pleasure that seeped through the walls.<<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>> Every nerve ending seemed to scream for release, yet he knew all efforts would be in vain.<</if>> With a grunt of frustration, Peter squeezed his eyes shut, as if by sheer will he could blot out the cacophony of ecstasy that held him captive. He retreated inward, searching for the core of strength that had led him to this moment. Memories of Sarah's smile, her touch, and her whispered promises enveloped him, a mental shield against the onslaught of sound. His jaw clenched, muscles taut with the effort to remain still, to honor the pact that bound them more securely than any vow spoken before. Love, that complex tapestry woven from threads of passion and sacrifice, enveloped his heart. Even as the storm of jealousy threatened to capsize him, [[CuckNight4.1<-it was love's anchor that kept him grounded.]]

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >>Peter twisted beneath the thin blanket, a captive to his fitful dreams. In them, Sarah shimmered, an ethereal vision of desire. Her laughter chimed, silver and seductive, as she arched against the formless shape of her client, a shadow man, faceless and ever-shifting. The images fractured like broken glass; her pale skin illuminated in one shard, her hair a golden cascade in another.<<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> More, the dream-Sarah whispered, her voice a velvet caress that seemed both distant and painfully near. The bed they shared, a mere mirage of tangled sheets, rippled and undulated with their movements. Peter's chest tightened. A silent scream clawed at his throat, but he could not look away. His heart raced, pounding out a rhythm of raw need and confusion. Is this what you want? Sarah's spectral figure turned to him, eyes piercing into his soul. To see me like this? Sarah... His own voice was a ghostly echo, lost in the tumult of his subconscious. The dream twisted, contorting with his inner chaos. The lover's touches blurred, hands upon Sarah's flesh becoming both tender and demanding. Her body responded with a fervor that left Peter breathless, aching. Please... Yes... he begged the phantoms. He felt himself sinking, deeper into the mattress, deeper into the abyss of his own psyche. The voices of the lovers melded into a haunting chorus, words indiscernible yet saturated with carnal promise. And then, gradually, the visions began to dissipate, the sounds dimming as if muffled by layers of cotton. Peter's body relaxed, the tension uncoiling from his muscles. The fragments of Sarah's beauty and the lingering echoes of pleasure became less sharp, less piercing. His breathing slowed, heavy and rhythmic. The room around him, though unseen behind closed lids, receded further into the periphery of his awareness. The nocturnal world embraced him fully now, cradling him in its darkened arms, offering solace from the tempest of his yearning. At last, Peter surrendered to the depth of his sleep, the dream-Sarah and her phantom lover fading into nothingness. His reality, so fraught with restraint and longing, had no hold here in the quietude of night's deepest hours. Here, he found reprieve, however fleeting it might be. Dawn's tentative whispers crept through the sheer curtains, bathing Peter in a hesitant light. His eyelids fluttered open, consciousness returning with the faintest prick of sunbeams on his skin. He shifted, a dull throb pulsing beneath the confines of the chastity cage, a cruel reminder of the night's torturous symphony. Sarah's door creaked open, halting Peter's groggy attempts to sit up. She stepped out, her silhouette framed by the bedroom's threshold, an aura of fulfillment encasing her as if she wore it like a second skin. The satisfied curve of her lips caught the dawn, reflecting it back as something richer, more alive. Good morning, Sarah said, her voice smooth, carrying a melody of secrets and satiation. Peter swallowed, the sound of her footsteps approaching setting his nerves alight once again. There was a grace in her barefoot saunter across the room, each step measured and sure. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, [[CuckNight2.1.1<-tousled yet perfect in its disarray.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'house/kitchen.png']]<<set $datenow.setHours(7, 0, 0, 0)>><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $cuckNight to 4>><<set $wifelocation = "Kitchen">> Sarah, he called out, voice hoarse from sleep and unspeakable yearning. She paused, one hand braced against the kitchen counter, the other reaching for a pot. Yes? The word hung in the air, expectant. Nothing. His throat tightened around the truth that clawed for release. Instead, he swallowed it down, letting the bitterness linger on his tongue. Okay. She turned back to her task, dismissing the momentary interruption. He followed her into the kitchen, drawn by the magnetic pull of her presence. His feet found their place on the cold tile, just a breath away from where she stood. Silence enveloped them, a shared sanctuary and a barrier all at once. Peter? Sarah glanced over her shoulder, an eyebrow raised. You're quiet. What's on your mind? Us, he said simply. Us? Her tone softened, the edges blurring with concern. What about us? Peter took a deep breath, each word weighed and measured before release. You're...everything I want. Everything I need. Sarah set down the coffee pot, turning fully to face him. A small smile played upon her lips, but her eyes searched his for the unspoken fears. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/cum2.png']] And you're my everything, Peter. You know that. But I can't... His voice faltered, the confession threatening to shatter the fragile equilibrium they'd built. Can't what? She stepped closer, closing the gap until the warmth of her body threatened to undo him. Can't give you what they do, he finished, the words spilling out in a torrent of vulnerability. Her hands reached up, cupping his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks with a tenderness that belied the harshness of reality. Oh, Peter, she sighed. You give me so much more. Can't you see that? Sometimes, it doesn't feel like enough. His gaze dropped, unable to withstand the intensity of her green eyes. Look at me, Peter, she commanded gently. He obeyed, lifting his eyes to meet hers once more, drowning in their verdant depths. Your love is enough, she said firmly. It's the foundation of who we are. Without it, none of this would mean anything. And yet you give much more. Even if I'm... He trailed off. Especially then, Sarah whispered, pulling him into an embrace that spoke of acceptance and coexistence. Peter rested his head against her shoulder, the fight drained from him, replaced with a profound sense of belonging. In her arms, he found solace from the storm of his own desires, [[Kitchen<-even if only for a fleeting moment.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'house/closedbedroom.png']]<<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> Is this what you need girl? The client's voice again, commanding, knowing. Yes, oh, yes! The words were a sweet agony in Peter's ears, the affirmation of her pleasure a testament to his own yearning. Is it better than your cuck husband? the voice came once more, relentless. Much more... It is... Amazing... Incredible... Her responses were punctuated by the rhythmic creaking that spoke of movements Peter could only dream of. The sounds melded into a symphony of forbidden desire, notes that resonated with Peter's deepest insecurities and hungers. Eyes still closed, he fought the images that threatened to surface, the imagined contortions of ecstasy that belonged to another. Yet, the harder he tried to push them away, the more vividly they danced behind his eyelids, taunts of what he was denied. Can you take it? Can you handle it all? The words were a challenge, thrown down like a gauntlet. Anything, everything, Sarah responded, her voice edged with passion's precipice. And there Peter lay, a silent bystander to the crescendo of intimacy beyond his grasp, his heart aching with a love both pure and tainted. Peter shifted, the leather of the couch sticking to his skin as he tried in vain to find a sliver of comfort. The room felt smaller with each passing second, the air thick with the scent of longing<<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>> and the weight of his chastity cage<</if>>, a constant, unyielding presence. He was caged, trapped<<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>> not only by the cold embrace of metal but also<</if>> by the chains of his own emotions. More, please, came a muffled plea from the bedroom, Sarah’s voice laced with urgency and need. Each syllable was a hammer to Peter's self-worth, forging the iron of jealousy within him. Like this? The deep timbre of the client's voice vibrated through the walls, heavy with authority. Hmmmph... Yes! Sarah breathed out, her affirmation a sharp sting to Peter's heart. Peter twisted again, a futile attempt to escape the relentless tide of sound and sensation that flooded the living room. His mind raced with thoughts darker than the shadows that played across the ceiling, painted by the dim light filtering through the curtains. Tell me, how much do you want it? taunted the unseen man, his words like coals on Peter's raw nerves. More than anything, Sarah gasped, and with her confession, Peter's grasp on composure slipped further. He rose slightly, pushing against the armrest as if willing his body to rise above the torment, yet every inch he moved was a reminder of his plight, the tightness around him, the heat within him. His love for Sarah was unwavering, yes, but so too was the pang of knowing she reveled in pleasures he could not provide. Are you mine? The question cut through the haze, demanding, owning. All yours... The vow shattered the last vestiges of Peter's resistance. He knew it was just her arousal speaking, but he couldn't hide his jealousy emotions from himself. Slumping back into the couch, Peter allowed the sounds to wash over him, a deluge of desire that he could neither partake in nor turn away from. His eyes remained shut, as if darkness could shield him from the truth that whispered with every moan, every creak, every panting breath, that he was on the outside looking in, and there was no solace to be found. Perspiration clung to Peter's brow, a silent testament to the inner turmoil that held him captive. Arousal clawed at his restraint, threatening to unravel the delicate threads of his obedience. But fatigue, a relentless adversary, waged its own war against him. Sarah, he whispered into the emptiness, a futile attempt to bridge the chasm that her ecstasy had carved between them. His voice was a ghost, drowned by the symphony of passion that played beyond the walls. The clamor of their union, once a siren's call, now transformed into a lullaby, coaxing his senses towards oblivion. His body, caught in the throes of an unyielding desire, began to succumb to the seduction of sleep. Eyelids, heavy as lead, betrayed him, fluttering shut with the weight of his spent willpower. Come on, he begged the darkness, a last plea mingled with the edge of consciousness. It went unanswered, swallowed by the distance, by the night, by the very fabric of his reality. And then, silence, save for the fading cries of pleasure that once tormented him, now receding into the background like the tide withdrawing from the shore. As the wave of unconsciousness swept over him, Sarah's moans became distant echoes, reverberating through the dreamscape that slowly enveloped his mind. Peter drifted, tethered to the waking world only by the faint strains of satisfaction that slipped away with each passing moment. The struggle within him eased, his body relenting to the inevitable embrace of slumber. And in the stillness that followed, he slept, unaware of the dawn that awaited, of the eyes that would soon find his, or of the haunting [[CuckNight2.1<-scent of fulfillment that lingered in the air.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'house/closedbedroom.png']] Peter's fists clenched, knuckles bone-white as his body quaked. Each tremor a futile fight against the unbidden images flooding his mind. Sarah, tangled in silk sheets that weren't theirs alone. Her laughter mingling with deep masculine groans. <<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> Ah, Peter, she'd say, her voice husky. If only you could see... His eyes flew open, darting frantically across the room. A painting on the wall, abstract, meaningless swirls of color. No solace there. The houseplant in the corner, leaves trembling in a nonexistent breeze. It offered no distraction from the relentless soundtrack of betrayal drifting through the walls.<<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>> A floorboard creaked behind the closed door, and he imagined her arching her back, reaching for pleasures he was barred from giving. His heart thrashed against his ribs, demanding he rise, he act, he reclaim what was his by vows spoken but now shattered. Yet the cold steel around him served as a cruel reminder, he was bound, locked away from even the solace of touch.<</if>> Damn it, Sarah. The words were a growl torn from his chest, raw and scraping. Though he knew she couldn't hear, that she was lost in the throes of another's embrace, a part of him yearned for her to sense his anguish, to pause and whisper his name with even a sliver of the desire she lavished upon her client. Look at me, he implored the empty space before him, imagining her gaze piercing through the walls, locking with his in silent understanding. Look at me, he begged again, softer this time, a broken echo of the man who had once held her with confidence, not cuffs. Peter's gaze shifted to the clock on the wall, its ticking a steady metronome in the quiet room. The second hand moved with mechanical precision, each click a sharp jab to the silence that hung like a shroud around him. He tried to let that rhythmical sound anchor him, to let it draw his thoughts away from the muffled gasps and sighs that seeped through the walls. The clock became his world for a fleeting moment, the black numbers, the moving hands, the mundane reality of passing time. It was an attempt to control the turmoil within, to command his own body that betrayed him at every sound from the bedroom. Tick, tock, tick, tock... Peter mimicked under his breath, trying to match the cadence, a futile mantra against desire. But the ticking, methodic and indifferent, only served to taunt him. Each second that fell away was a reminder of his static state, a life measured not by progress or pleasure but by the inexorable march of moments he could never grasp. Time was slipping by, and with each tick, his yearning grew, his release as distant as the stars outside his window. Damn you, he spat at the clock, at the situation, at his own helplessness. What is time to me now? Nothing but a tormentor! He rose abruptly, pacing the length of the room with restless energy. Back and forth, his steps were in time with the sounds from beyond the door, an unwilling dance with the ghost of Sarah's moans. <<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>>The cage around him was unyielding, cold, a constant pressure that mocked his attempts at self-control.<</if>> His words faded, swallowed by the space that offered no reply, no comfort. Peter stopped in his tracks, realizing the futility of his outcry. There was no audience to his struggle, no witness to the battle he waged within himself. Only the ticking of the clock, ever-present, ever-indifferent, counting down seconds of [[CuckNight3.2<-a torment that seemed to have no end.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'house/closedbedroom.png']] Peter collapsed back onto the couch, his lean frame sinking into the cushions. The sounds from the bedroom continued to pierce the heavy air around him. His heart pumped a rapid beat, a discordant rhythm that clashed with the distant creaks and sighs of pleasure he was not part of.<<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> He shut his eyes tight, willing the noises away, but they were etched into his mind, vivid and unrelenting. His own body betrayed him, responding with an intensity that only magnified his frustration. <<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>>The chastity cage, a symbol of his submission, his devotion, felt like a vise, keeping him on the edge of madness.<</if>> I... Just need to stop thinking about it, he admonished himself sharply, clenching his fists in a vain attempt to redirect his attention. He focused on the mundane, an old stain on the rug, a book left open on the end table, but these details paled against the relentless tide of his inner turmoil. Damn this, Peter hissed as another wave of exhaustion washed over him. His muscles ached with the strain of tension; his mind, once razor-sharp, now frayed at the edges. Sleep beckoned, a siren call amidst the storm of arousal that refused to abate. Please, he whispered into the void, the single word a desperate prayer for respite. Please let me rest. His eyelids, those traitors that had refused to stay closed, now drooped with a heaviness that felt like centuries of weariness condensed into one moment. Peter's body curled instinctively, seeking comfort in the confines of the small couch, a life raft in the sea of his discontent. Sarah... He repeated, the word started dissipating into the darkness that crept along the edges of his consciousness. His last thought, a flickering candle in the wind, was of her, always her. A final shudder ran through him as sleep claimed victory, the battle between his longing and his weariness ending in a truce. The moans and creaks from the bedroom ceased to exist, replaced by the silent sanctuary of his unconscious mind. And then, [[CuckNight3.3<-there was peace.]]

<<set $datenow.setHours(7, 0, 0, 0)>><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $cuckNight to 1>><<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> Peter's limbs unfurled as the tension seeped from his muscles. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, the breaths deep and even. The furrows of stress that had etched lines across his forehead smoothed out, leaving behind the innocence of slumber. In the depths of his unconscious state, Peter wandered through landscapes untouched by reality. Here, his desires did not haunt him, they were distant memories, powerless to provoke the ache of unsatisfied need. He moved through dreamscapes, each more serene than the last, a quiet observer to the tranquil scenes unfolding before him. Sarah, he mumbled, the name a soft murmur that stirred the air of his dreams. No response came, no echo to remind him of what lay beyond the realm of sleep. In this space, there was only Peter, alone with the phantoms of his imagination. A door creaked in the distance, a sound that once would have set his heart racing. But here, it was nothing, a detail in a dream that held no meaning. His mind, usually a storm of thoughts and images, settled into a calm that was both foreign and welcome. The challenges of the waking world, the struggles that awaited him, lay dormant.<<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>> For now, the cage that held him captive, the one forged of his own passions and frustrations, was invisible, inconsequential.<</if>> Sleep had granted him a reprieve, a delicate truce between his yearning and the reality that bound him. Rest, he whispered into the void, a command to himself, or perhaps an affirmation. And rest he did, his body limp against the couch, his features soft in the absence of inner turmoil. The night passed, the moon tracing its path across the sky, indifferent to the man adrift in the sea of his subconscious. The darkness held him, a silent guardian against the dawn that would inevitably come, bringing with it the light of day and the resurgence of all he had escaped, [[House<-if only for a while.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'house/closedbedroom.png']] Peter's muscles coiled like twisted ropes, each resonating moan from the bedroom acting as a lash upon his taut nerves. His breath hitched, betraying his stoic facade. The vivid images of Sarah, her body entwined with another's, flooded his mind, a relentless tide eroding the bulwarks of his restraint.<<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> Deeper... A voice begged through the thin barrier of walls, not his own, yet it clawed at his insides, a visceral echo of his silent yearning. His fists balled into knots, the knuckles white as he fought the primal urge to claim what was his. Peter imagined Sarah's green eyes alight with unbridled pleasure, her petite frame yielding to the desires of another. It was a tormenting tableau painted with strokes of jealousy and lust on his imagination. The battle waged on, unnoticed by the world outside his mind. Peter's eyelids grew heavy, his body weary from the siege of sensation that had assailed him since dusk. Sleep beckoned, a siren's call promising respite from the tempest of his thoughts. The sighs and whispers drifted down the hallway, a haunting melody of forbidden desire. Peter pressed his ear against the cool fabric of the couch, straining to separate Sarah's voice from the low hum of her client's. The laughter, light and airy, pierced him sharper than a scream. Peter's muscles coiled tight, he shifted, every move an echo of the distant pleasure that was not his own. Jealousy gnawed at him, a relentless beast with insatiable hunger. The love, of my life... he whispered, the words bitter on his tongue. The love of my life is there, fucking someone else... Peter's chest heaved with each breath, his heart against the quiet that finally enveloped the house. In the silence, his own pulse was deafening, a relentless drumbeat marking the passage of seconds into minutes. With heavy eyelids and a body weighed down by turmoil, he lay back on the couch. His mind, however, rebelled, replaying the echoes of passion that had seeped through the walls. He turned on his side, curling into himself as if to ward off the images that danced behind his closed eyes, images of Sarah, her pale skin aglow, her laughter a melody amidst of another's touch. The night dragged on, an adversary that refused to yield, until at last, the battle waned. Peter's consciousness slipped away, one ragged breath at a time, into the oblivion of sleep. A merciful void claimed him, anesthetizing the rawness of his emotions. Within the depths of slumber, Peter wandered through a dreamscape painted in hues of desire and affection. Sarah's visage flickered in and out of focus, her green eyes alight with impish delight, her blonde hair a halo in the dim light of his subconscious. The sensation of her skin against his, a memory etched in phantom warmth, stirred a yearning deep within his caged confines. Sarah, he called out in his dream, his voice steadier than it had been in wakefulness. What do you see in me? He reached for her, but she danced just beyond his grasp, her laughter ringing clear and mischievous. She twirled away, her form blurring with each spin, a specter of allure teasing him from afar. Tell me, he pleaded, chasing after the fleeting image. Why do I like this? Why do I keep chasing this? Morning crept in with little fanfare, the first rays of sunlight filtering through the blinds. Peter awoke with a start, the remnants of his dreams clinging to him like cobwebs. His body felt leaden, the exhaustion of the night [[CuckNight4.2<-not fully dispelled by the troubled rest.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'house/livingroom.png']] He sat up, rubbing at his eyes, the dull throb of arousal persisting beneath the metal confines. He could still feel Sarah's eyes on him, those green orbs that promised mischief and ecstasy interwoven.<<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">> Morning already, he muttered to the empty room, the words tasting of both defeat and devotion. He pushed himself up, his movements sluggish, every fiber of his being saturated with the aftermath of longing and dreams unfulfilled. The bedroom door creaked open, and Sarah stepped out, the early light casting an ethereal glow on her blonde hair. Peter's gaze followed her every movement, his heart racing in sync with her approaching steps. Good morning! she said, her voice laced with a victorious lilt. She leaned down and pressed her lips to Peter's cheek in a kiss that lingered longer than a mere greeting warranted. Her scent was different, layered with a musk that wasn't his own, her lips, a bitter taste from another, a silent testament to the night's transgressions. Morning, Peter replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He searched her green eyes for a sign, any sign, that might betray regret or satisfaction. Did you sleep well? she asked, pulling back, her smile widening at the sight of his disheveled state. Well enough, he managed to say, though sleep had been anything but kind. Sarah moved closer, standing over him with a poise that spoke volumes of her newfound confidence. With a flick of her wrist, she rose her skirt revealing her tighs, the evidence, stains of cum dripping from above, she showed before him like a trophy. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/upskirt1.png']] Look how much, she teased, her tone playful yet piercing. Peter's chest tightened, his emotions churning. Love for this woman before him, longing for a touch he was denied, jealousy at the thought of another man's hands on her skin. But stronger still was the desire to please her, to be what she needed him to be. That.. That is really a lot. he asked, striving to keep his voice even, to show her he could handle this game they played. Perhaps. I've got others that gave me more. <<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>>Sarah's fingers brushed against the metal chastity cage, a fleeting touch that sent waves of frustration through him. <</if>> Does it bother you? No.. I kind of.. Like it, Peter answered truthfully, confronting the complexity of their arrangement head-on. Good answer. Sarah's approval was evident in her smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She sat beside him, tracing patterns on his chest absentmindedly. You know, I do this for us.. I can see in your eyes that you wan't it. I know, he said, his heart swelling with a mix of emotions too potent to dissect. The need to see her pleased, to be part of her happiness, whatever form it took, outweighed his own doubts. Good boy, Sarah murmured, leaning in to whisper against his ear. Her words were a balm and a blade all at once, soothing his heartache while reminding him of the distance between them. Anything for you, Peter breathed, allowing himself to be lost in the moment, in the presence of the woman he loved beyond reason. His role in this unconventional love was clear, and [[CuckNight4.3<-he would play his part with unwavering devotion.]]

<<set $datenow.setHours(7, 0, 0, 0)>><<set $wifelocation = "Bedroom">><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $cuckNight to 1>>Peter inhaled sharply, his lungs filling with the resolve that had settled deep within him. He watched as Sarah's slender fingers continued their dance across his chest, a bittersweet of touch that both comforted and tormented. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifetalk1.png']] Peter, are you sure you're okay with this? Her voice was tender, probing the silence for doubts or fears that might linger in the shadowed corners of his heart. More than okay, Peter replied, the words an anchor he cast into the uncertain waters of their relationship. I love you, Sarah. That's not going to change. She paused, her gaze searching his face. And you're not angry? Not even a little? Anger isn't what I feel. His hand moved, hesitantly covering hers on his chest. It's... complex. But it's our life, isn't it? Our choice. Ours, she echoed, a soft smile playing on her lips. You do understand why I need this, don't you? Because it's who you are. And I can't give you everything. The acceptance in his tone was unfeigned, a testament to the countless nights he'd spent wrestling with the fabric of their desires. And I want you to be happy, Sarah. Even if it means... Even if it means watching me with others. She finished his sentence, her eyes never leaving his. But does it make you happy, Peter? Truly? Seeing you fulfilled does, he admitted, the truth of it shining clear and bright. Knowing I can give that to you, even in this way, brings me peace. And not just peace, I find a conflict of emotions of jealousy and arousal. It is strange. Then we'll navigate this together. Sarah leaned closer, her breath warm against his cheek. No secrets, no lies. Just us and our love, however unconventional it may be. However unconventional, Peter echoed, his voice a whisper of steel wrapped in velvet. He felt her kiss then, a promise sealed on his lips, a vow to withstand the storms ahead. Thank you, Peter. For being mine, for letting me be free. Her gratitude was a living thing, wrapping around him like a cloak. Always, he murmured, the simplicity of the word encompassing every sacrifice, every trial they would face. It was a pledge, a creed by which he would live: Sarah's happiness as his guiding star. Let's go to bed, she said, standing and extending her hand towards him. I'm tired, and I want to feel you close. <<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>>He took her hand, the metal of his cage a reminder of the pact between them. <</if>>They walked together, their shadows merging into one upon the bedroom wall, a symbol of unity despite the complexities of their passions. And together they slept. Peter still aroused,<<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>> chaste inside his cage<</if>> and Sarah [[Bedroom<-with another's seed inside her.]]

<<set $cuckNight to 3>> Are you still thirsty for proof, my love? Sarah teased, the edge of her voice sharp enough to draw blood. Without waiting for his stuttered response, she grasped the hem of her skirt and slowly, deliberately, lifted it upward.<<set $wifelocation = "House">> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/upskirt2.png']] His eyes widened at the sight. There, stark against her pale thighs, was the glistening evidence of her night, smeared, viscous trails that marked her infidelity more clearly than any words could. The trickle of sperm that escaped her was a visual slap to his face, a reminder of pleasures given and taken without him. Sarah... Peter's voice broke, the name escaping like a plea. Shh, she silenced him with a finger to his lips, her smirk cruelly sweet. Words are unnecessary, aren't they? He nodded mutely, his arousal and agony intermingling into a bitter cocktail that he couldn't spit out or swallow. Look at you, Sarah continued, her voice dripping with satisfaction, So utterly captivated by what you can't have. She let her skirt fall back into place, patting it down with a sense of finality. For a long moment, there was only the sound of their breathing, his ragged and hers steady and pleased. However, Sarah began again, her tone shifting into something lighter, almost benevolent, I have something special for you. From the pocket of her silk robe, she produced a small key. A one-day voyeur pass to the tavern. Peter took the offered key, the metal cool against his clammy fingers. It was a golden ticket to a world of debauchery, a chance to peer into the carnal excesses he was barred from partaking in. Think of it as... an education, she said, her green eyes glinting with mischief. You'll see desires unfurl, acts of passion and perversion alike. Only watch? He asked. Only watch, she confirmed, leaning in so close he could feel her breath on his cheek. I'm loving how you behave so timidly and cute after my encounters. And I intend to keep that way. The words were a weight, heavy on his chest, yet the key in his hand promised a glimpse into the forbidden, a silver lining to his caged existence. He looked up at Sarah, her beauty a blade that both cut him and held him together. Thank you, he breathed, accepting the torment and the gift all at once. Use it well, Sarah said, turning on her heel with a swish of her skirt. Opportunities like this are fleeting. And I expect you to leave the key on the door at the end of the day. Sarah perched on the armrest next to Peter, her gaze piercing through him. Remember, love, she continues, her voice laced with a playful warning. If the day turns out dull, it's only your loss. The corners of her mouth curled upward, savoring his silent torment. The pass won't wait for excitement. Peter nodded, the weight of the card burning in his pocket. His thumb brushed over the embossed lettering, each stroke feeding the growing knot of anticipation in his stomach. More so, Sarah continued, her eyes never leaving his face. If you find yourself craving another voyeuristic thrill... She paused, letting the silence dangle between them like a noose. You'll have to let me bring another man into our bed. And you will hear, caged and silent. You remember our game right? The conditions hung in the air, stark and undeniable. For a moment, Peter's breath caught in his throat, his mind wrestling with the imagery she conjured. Can you do that for me? Sarah pressed, her tone teasing yet expectant. He swallowed hard, the taste of acquiescence bitter on his tongue. Yes, he managed to utter, the word a surrender to her desires over his own. Good boy, and one last thing, could you please clean our bedroom? After all, I had quite a night. She cooed, tracing a finger along his jawline before standing up. Her movements were fluid, a dance of control and seduction. As she sashayed away, the finality of his situation settled over Peter like a shroud. He was hers, completely and irrevocably, and the path ahead was fraught with both dread and longing. Peter sat motionless, a statue carved of flesh and yearning, his gaze locked on the space Sarah had occupied moments before. Her words echoed in the hollows of his mind, a litany of temptation and torment. He felt the pull of desire knotting within him, an insidious vine that twisted around his heart with every beat. Is this what I want? he muttered to himself. His thoughts churned with the images she'd painted, the raw hunger of watching, the searing sting of jealousy as another claimed what was once solely his. It was a maelstrom of emotion, each feeling bleeding into the next until he could no longer distinguish where one ended and another began. <<if $pChastity && !$pVagina>>The metal cage encasing him was a constant reminder of his submission, its unyielding embrace a stark contrast to the freedom Sarah flaunted. <</if>>She held the key, quite literally, to Peter's pleasure and pain. With a trembling hand, he reached into his pocket, feeling the edges of the key against his fingertips. The weight of his love for Sarah pressed down upon him, a burden he bore willingly, even as he feared the consequences of his decision. Sarah, what have we become? he whispered<<if !$viewCuckNight1>>, [[PeterClearBedroom<-getting ready to clear their bedroom.]]<<else>>as he [[House<-prepares for the day.]]<</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/cum1.png']] Morning, he managed to respond, his voice hoarse with sleep and unspent desire.<<set $wifelocation = "Kitchen">> She bent down, her breath a warm breeze against his cheek, the scent of another's touch mingling with her natural fragrance. It was an intoxicating combination that made his heart race and his body tense. Her lips found his forehead in a kiss that spoke of tenderness, possession, and the echoes of pleasures he could only imagine. Did you sleep well? Sarah asked, pulling back just enough to search his face, her green eyes bright with an inner glow. Enough, Peter replied, the brevity of words a lifeline in the sea of emotions threatening to spill. Good, she murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair from his brow. I wouldn't want you to be tired. Her concern tugged at him, a complex knot of gratitude and frustration. Peter yearned to reach for her, to claim her as she claimed him, but he remained still, his hands resting by his sides, obedient even in the wake of his own turmoil. Was it...good for you? he dared to ask, his curiosity a splinter he couldn't ignore. Very. The single word fell between them, heavy with unspoken details. Sarah straightened, watching him for a moment longer. A silent communication passed between them, one of understanding and unfulfilled roles. Then she turned, moving towards the kitchen with the same assuredness she always carried. Get up when you're ready, she called over her shoulder. I'll make some food. Peter's gaze locked onto Sarah as she retreated to the kitchen, her hips swaying with a carefree grace. He clutched at the armrest, knuckles whitening, and pushed himself up from the couch. His movements were mechanical, driven by a force beyond his conscious control, [[CuckNight2.2<-the need to be near her, always.]]

<<if $wifelocation == "Bedroom">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeonbed1.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Kitchen">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onkitchen2.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Bathroom">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/bath2.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "House">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onlivingroom1.png']]<</if>> <<set $datenow.setUTCHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 1)>> Sarah glanced at him, her green eyes reflecting the room lights. She furrowed her brow, wondering where this conversation was leading. Why do you want to know about being a female, Peter? she asked, trying to gauge his thoughts. Peter hesitated for a moment, feeling a knot in his stomach as he mulled over his words. He looked down at the ground. Well, I just... I wonder if you'd still love me if I were a woman he confessed, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Sarah stopped walking, turning to face him with surprise etched on her delicate features. Her heart ached for Peter, who seemed so vulnerable in that moment. She reached out, touching his arm gently. Peter, my love, of course I'd still love you she reassured him. Peter's eyes met hers, searching for sincerity in her gaze. He knew Sarah meant well, but it was difficult to shake the nagging worry that had taken root in his mind. But how can you be sure? he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Because Sarah said, her voice unwavering. Our love isn't based on whether you're a man or a woman. It's based on who you are inside. You're kind, caring, and loyal. Those are the qualities I love about you, and they wouldn't change if your gender did Peter's chest tightened as he absorbed her words, feeling a surge of gratitude for the woman standing before him. He knew she was right, but it still felt reassuring to hear her say it out loud. Thank you he said, his voice thick with emotion. I needed to hear that Sarah smiled, her eyes shining with love for her husband. You're welcome, Peter. Just remember, no matter what happens, we'll face it together <<set $feminization to 7>> As they [[Fempath 3 direct<-continued their conversation]], Peter couldn't help but feel grateful for the bond they shared. [[Wife Interaction<- Continue this conversation later]]

<<if $wifelocation == "Bedroom">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeonbed1.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Kitchen">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onkitchen2.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Bathroom">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/bath2.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "House">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onlivingroom1.png']]<</if>> <<set $datenow.setUTCHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 1)>> I want you to know that my love for you isn't based on your appearance. It's about who you are as a person, your kindness, your intelligence, your unwavering support She leaned closer to him, her blonde hair brushing against his shoulder as she spoke. Let me tell you a quick story that I think will help you understand Intrigued, Peter nodded, eager to hear what Sarah had to say. He couldn't deny the comforting warmth that enveloped him whenever she was near, and he trusted her completely. Years ago Sarah told him, There was a witch who lived in a nearby shack in the forest. People would come from miles around to seek her wisdom and guidance, but she was also feared for her powers. Peter listened intently, his brown eyes locked on hers as he tried to picture the mysterious woman in his head. The wind rustled through the trees, adding an eerie ambiance to the tale. Though many people were scared of her reputation Sarah continued, The truth is, she only used her magic for good, helping those who genuinely needed it. But there was one instance where someone came to her with ill intentions, and she had no choice but to teach him a lesson As Sarah weaved the tale, Peter found himself captivated by the vivid imagery she painted with her words. He could almost see the witch's shack, hidden away in the dense foliage. A shiver ran down his spine as he imagined the power that must have emanated from within. Peter Sarah said, interrupting his thoughts, The point I'm trying to make is that no matter what form you take, even if its a frog, I will always love you. Just like the witch in the story could see the true intentions of those who sought her help, I can see the goodness and strength within you Peter's heart swelled with gratitude as he took in Sarah's words. As the breeze rustled the leaves around them, he felt the weight of his insecurities begin to lift. Thank you, Sarah he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. Always remember, Peter she replied, squeezing his hand, My love for you goes far beyond the surface. It's rooted in our connection, in the person you are beneath it all <<set $feminization to 8>> [[Fempath 4 direct<-Ask about where is her shack]] [[Wife Interaction<-Continue this conversation later]]

<<if $wifelocation == "Bedroom">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/wifeonbed1.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Kitchen">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onkitchen2.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "Bathroom">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/bath2.png']]<</if>> <<if $wifelocation == "House">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/onlivingroom1.png']]<</if>> <<set $datenow.setUTCHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 1)>> It was nestled deep within the forest, hidden from plain sight by overgrown vines and twisted branches. The wooden structure was old and dilapidated, barely holding together against the elements. Its windows were cracked, and the door hung crookedly from its hinges Sarah's words painted a vivid image in Peter's mind, and he could almost feel the chill of the damp air around the shack and hear the creaking groans of its timbers. Despite its poor condition she continued The shack seemed to possess an inexplicable energy, as if it were a living entity with secrets waiting to be discovered Peter leaned closer, his eyes wide with intrigue. What happened there? he asked, his voice barely a whisper. Legend has it Sarah began That a man, well-known for his cruel treatment of women, sought the witch's help for personal gain. He believed that he could manipulate her into granting him even more power over those he oppressed She paused for effect, allowing Peter's imagination to run wild with anticipation. But the witch, as powerful as she was, saw beyond his deceitful facade. She knew the darkness that lurked within his heart and decided to teach him a lesson Instead of granting his selfish request, she cast a spell upon him, slowly transforming him from a burly, arrogant man into a petite, vulnerable woman Sarah's gaze never wavered from Peter's, ensuring he understood the gravity of the story. Wait, so the witch changed this man into a woman? Just like that? Peter's eyebrows shot up, disbelief evident in his voice. Indeed Sarah confirmed. His new body became a reflection of the very people he had once tormented. In this form, he could no longer wield power over others through brute strength or intimidation. Instead, he faced the same challenges and vulnerabilities that women often do Peter's thoughts raced, trying to comprehend the magnitude of this transformation. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to walk in a woman's shoes, to face the world from a completely different perspective. Sarah he asked hesitantly Do you think there's any truth to this story?" Truth or not she replied, her eyes twinkling with playful mischief It serves as a reminder that we should always strive to understand and empathize with those who are different from us. Wouldn't you agree? [[Fempath 5<-Listen closely]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Structure/taverndoor1.png']]<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> Peter's hand trembled ever so slightly as he fed the cold metal key into the lock, his breath shallow and quick. The sound of his heart thudding against his ribs seemed deafening in the silence that pressed around him. He knew what lay beyond the door, what scene would greet his eyes, yet the compulsion to witness it was an itch crawling beneath his skin. The key slid home with a muted click, too loud in his own ears but hopefully not beyond the barrier that separated him from Sarah and her client. His grip on the key tightened, the metal biting into his flesh, a grounding pain amidst the storm of emotions swirling within him. Peter rotated the key with painstaking care, the muscles in his wrist tensed to control the movement. He could feel the lock disengaging, the tiny mechanisms shifting and yielding to the turn of the key. There was a ritualistic quality to it, a silent initiation into the voyeuristic role he was about to assume. His pulse echoed in his temples, each heartbeat a drumbeat marking his descent. Every motion was deliberate, calculated to keep his presence undetected. The thought of them, Sarah and her client, unaware of his proximity sent a shiver down his spine, a blend of fear and excitement. The idea that she was there, just beyond the thin veneer of wood, indulging in forbidden pleasures, pulled at the core of his being. Peter eased the key past the final resistance and felt the bolt retract. The pathway was clear, yet he hesitated for a fraction of a second, caught between desire and the trepidation of crossing a line from which there was no return. Then, with a resolve that surprised even himself, he nudged the door open, just enough to cast his gaze into the world he longed to understand but feared to fully embrace. The door gave way with a faint creak, betraying Peter's intrusion by the barest margin. He froze, holding his breath, listening for any sign that he had been heard. Silence returned like a forgiving shadow, and he exhaled, his breath shallow and controlled. The sliver of space between door and frame was all he dared to create, a mere crack in the portal to Sarah's clandestine world. Through this narrow aperture, the dim light from within spilled out, casting a warm, amber glow that seemed to throb with the pulse of the room. Peter's eyes, hungry for the scene they were about to devour, adjusted to the low illumination. He became an eye, and nothing more, an observer shackled to his own voyeuristic desires. Shapes began to emerge from the darkness, contours defined by the interplay of light and shadow. There was Sarah, her pale skin a stark contrast against the deeper tones that surrounded her. Her body melded with that of the client, a tangle of limbs that spoke a primal language of need and possession. The client's silhouette was larger, imposing, a figure carved from the night itself as he held Sarah in a grasp that was [[Spy On Wife1.1<-both fierce and strangely tender.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Structure/taverndoor1.png']]<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> Peter's hand trembled slightly as the key met resistance in the lock. He steadied his breath, willing his fingers to cooperate, and finally, the mechanism yielded with a soft click that seemed to echo through the hushed corridor. He nudged the door open, just enough for one eye to press against the gap. The room swam into view, bathed in the glow of bedside lamps casting shadows across the walls. There, in the center, was the bed where two figures lay entwined. The sight of Sarah, her pale skin contrasting with that of her companion, sent a jolt through Peter's veins, a thrumming pulse that mingled with the cadence of their bodies. He watched, transfixed, as they moved together with a primal rhythm, each contour of Sarah's slender frame accentuated by the dim light. Her blonde hair cascaded over the pillows, a golden veil that shrouded her face in mystery. The client's silhouette was all sharp angles and urgency, a stark contrast to Sarah's delicate curves. With every motion, Peter felt a tightening in his chest, an inexplicable fusion of [[Spy On Wife2.1<-eagerness and torment.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Structure/taverndoor1.png']]<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> Peter's fingers quivered, the chill of the key biting into his flesh. He exhaled, a gust of resolve girding his spirit for the threshold he was about to cross. His heart thrummed a frenetic beat against his ribs, each thud echoing the turmoil raging within his slim frame. He cast a furtive glance over his shoulder, ensuring the coast remained clear, a fleeting moment of paranoia that no prying eyes bore witness. The hallway stood silent, save for the hushed whispers of shadows clinging to the walls. With a cautious step, Peter neared the door behind which his wife, Sarah, had vanished with another man, her client. The key felt heavy, an anchor tethering him to a reality he both longed for and loathed. The metal slid into the lock with an almost sinister silence, and he could feel the tumblers yield to its presence, an invitation to the illicit tableau within. Steady, he whispered to himself, the mantra a feeble attempt to command his racing pulse. The turn of the key was smooth, decisive, betraying none of the inner conflict that tore at Peter's submissive nature. He pushed the door, the motion minimal, calculated. Beyond it, he knew, lurked the carnal dance that would either unravel him or bind him ever tighter to Sarah and her unspoken desires. The door groaned on its hinges, a soft betrayal of Peter's intrusion. He swallowed the lump in his throat, eyes straining against the reluctant light that spilled into the crevices of the shadow-clad room. Amidst the gloom, there they were, two forms, interlocked in a dance as old as time itself. His heartbeat hammered a rhythm of dread and desire, yet he couldn't look away. Is that all you've got girl? The voice cut through the stillness, sharp and unyielding. It was Sarah, her tone laced with disdain. Even shrouded in darkness, her presence was unmistakable, commanding the space around her. Come on then, she goaded. Show me what you think I'm worth. Whore, came the client's retort, the word falling between them like a gauntlet thrown. There was a hunger in his voice, a primal need that underscored the insult. Is that supposed to hurt me? Sarah's laugh was a sound twisted with mockery, a siren's call that ensnared and repelled all at once. You'll have to try harder than that. Peter's breath hitched, caught in the crossfire of their exchange. A part of him wanted to burst forth from the shadows, to claim Sarah right then and there, to assert some semblance of control. Yet he remained rooted, a silent spectator to the unfolding drama, his own desires muted and [[Spy On Wife3.1<-muffled by the thickening tension.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Structure/taverndoor1.png']]<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >><<set _rndm to random(1, 3)>><<set _rndmGB to random(1, 3)>><<set _gotopassage to "Spy On Wife"+_rndm>> <<set _gotopassageGB to "Spy On WifeGB"+_rndmGB>> <<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> Sarah is locked inside with $sarahwith <<if $datenow - $spyKeyTimer <= 72000000>><<link "Use a key">><<if $sarahwith == "Clients" || $sarahwith == "Guards" || $sarahwith == "Mercenaries" || $sarahwith == "Merchants" || $sarahwith == "Old Perverts" || $sarahwith == "Old Men">><<goto _gotopassageGB>><<else>><<goto _gotopassage>><</if>><</link>><<else>>Use a key (You dont have a key)<</if>> [[WifeSexTavernRedirect<-Hear what is going on]] [[Upstairs<-Go back to the tavern]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Sex/embrace1.png']] <<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> Their embrace was rough, unapologetic, and Sarah... she moved with a grace that belied the intensity of their union, her petite frame undulating in rhythm with the client's forceful guidance. Peter watched, the sight imprinted upon his retinas, burning away any pretense of ignorance he might have clung to before. In the shadows, whispers of movement hinted at the unspeakable acts being performed just beyond Peter's line of sight. Each shift of their silhouettes revealed more yet hid just enough, a tease to Peter's imagination, compelling him to envision what lay hidden. His heart, once pounding in fear, now throbbed with a different urgency, one that anchored him to the spot, unable to tear himself away from the tableau that unfolded before his eyes. Look at you, my little whore, the client sneered, his voice a dark melody of contempt as he loomed over Sarah's pale form. The term was vile, spitting out from his lips like venom, yet it seemed to resonate with an unsettling harmony between them. Peter's fingers clenched around the doorframe, knuckles blanching white. His breath hitched in his throat, a silent gasp that could not decide whether it was born of jealousy or something more forbidden. He watched, transfixed, as the man's broad silhouette drove into Sarah with a merciless rhythm that spoke of ownership and raw desire. More Sarah whispered back, her voice a soft plea that twisted into Peter's chest like a knife. The sight was jarring, an intimate violation that sent a shockwave of emotion tearing through Peter's slim frame. It was as if he had stumbled upon a private act of rebellion against the vows they had once shared so tenderly. Take it the client demanded as he set the pace, commanding the space around them both. Peter's pulse thrummed in his ears, sounds of sex and betrayal that drowned out all else. His arousal felt like treachery, each beat of his heart an admission of his deepest, darkest craving, to see Sarah reduced to this, to witness her surrender to another man's will. Is this what you want? To be used like this you little slut The client's words were sharp, probing, laced with the power to degrade yet somehow uplift. A knot formed in Peter's stomach, tight and heavy, as if his very insides were being pulled taut by the scene unfolding before him. This was no longer just about voyeurism, it was a revelation of his own submissive nature, laid bare by the tableau of dominance and submission etched in flesh and shadow. Y-yes, Sarah gasped, the confirmation a sultry note that hung in the air, thick with implication. The client grunted in response, his final thrusts growing more frenzied, a crescendo of control that would soon crest and break. Peter, caught in the maelstrom of conflicting emotion, remained motionless, a silent observer to the unraveling of his own composure. Remember who owns you now, whore the client growled, each word underscored by the sound of bodies colliding, a rhythm punctuated by Sarah's soft cries. Peter, a husband ensnared by the complexity of his desires, watching as his wife danced on the edge of pleasure and degradation. Sarah's voice, honeyed and heavy, floated through the narrow opening of the door. Each moan was a testament to her pleasure, vibrant against the harsh timbre of the room. Her breath hitched, riding the waves of sensation that the client bestowed upon her with each deliberate movement. Like that? he panted, his voice a low rumble of satisfaction. Mmhmm, she breathed out, a plea wrapped in ecstasy. The sound of their union was rhythmic, intense, a primal drumbeat that resonated in Peter's ears. He stood motionless, the heat of the moment seeping into him, igniting a fire he could neither quell nor fully understand. Does it feel good, Sarah? Tell me how much you love it, the client demanded, his voice threading through the dimness, seeking affirmation. Ah... So good... I love... How it reaches so deep... Sarah affirmed, her voice climbing as she rode the cresting wave of her own release. In that instant, time fragmented. Sarah's eyes flickered toward the door, and for a breathless second, green locked onto blue. In her gaze, there was recognition, an unspoken [[Spy On Wife1.2<-conversation that transcended words.]]

The corner of her mouth twitched upward, and the glint in her eyes spoke volumes, a playful challenge etched within their depths.<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Sex/smirk1.png']] Look at me, the client said, oblivious to the silent exchange. Let me see how much you need this. She obeyed, her eyes never leaving Peter's, even as she surrendered to the demands of the man before her. It was a dance of glances, a teasing lure cast in Peter's direction, a promise of secret games yet to be played. Sarah shifted, lifting her hips in a fluid motion that drew a guttural groan from the man above her. The movement was subtle, yet deliberate, as if every arch of her spine and curl of her toes were choreographed for an audience of one. A coy smile danced on her lips, her body now angled perfectly toward the sliver of space where Peter stood, hidden. Tell me what you want, sir. Sarah's voice coaxed, husky and laced with temptation. Her fingers trailed up the client's back, nails leaving faint red trails in their wake. Talk dirty to me, Whore, the client growled, his hands gripping her thighs, pressing into the soft flesh as he moved with a relentless rhythm. Is that what you like? she teased, her voice a melody of sinful promise. You want to hear how much I adore your cock driving into me, how it fills me up and makes me feel like I'm yours. Peter's breath hitched, the words slicing through him with a precision that was almost surgical. Each syllable was a silken thread, weaving a tapestry of wanton images in his mind. Say it, the client urged, his pace quickening. I love it, she moaned, louder now, ensuring the words reached beyond the walls that contained them. I can't get enough of you pounding me, using me like your personal little whore. The air in the room seemed to thrum with electricity, charged by the exchange between the tangled bodies and the voyeur who bore witness. Sarah's performance was flawless, a play put on for the benefit of her entranced husband, her voice a siren's call that beckoned him closer to the edge of his own restraint. Peter's heart raced, the pulsing in his ears almost deafening. He watched, frozen, as the client's movements became frenzied, a testament to the impending climax. Sarah's voice, laced with feigned passion, echoed through the crack in the door, reaching Peter and stirring a tumult within him. Come for me, she urged the client, her words sharp and commanding. Show me how much you want it, show me how you want to mark me right now! The client grunted, his body tense, and then released a guttural sound that signaled his release. It was the final act in their sordid play, the cue Peter needed. He had to leave, to escape before his presence transformed from silent observer to unwilling participant in their carnal theater. With deliberate care, he eased the key out of the lock. His hand trembled, but he steadied it, ensuring no tell-tale click would betray him. The metallic whisper of the key seemed louder than thunder in the quiet aftermath of the client's satisfaction, but went unnoticed by the couple inside. Sarah's laughter, soft and low, filtered through the sliver of open space as Peter began to close the door. Her performance continued, though her audience of one was making his exit. Did you enjoy that? she cooed at the client, her tone dripping with mock innocence. Damn right I did, the client panted, spent and oblivious to the shadow that had been cast upon them only moments ago. Peter edged the door back into its frame, the creak so faint it barely registered. He held his breath, counting the seconds, waiting for any sign that they had heard him. Nothing. They were lost in their own world once more. With one last glance through the narrowing gap, Peter saw Sarah's satisfied smile, a private message meant only for him. Then the door clicked shut, sealing away the scene he was never meant to witness. Silent as a ghost, Peter stepped back, retreating from the door, the key now a cold weight in his pocket. His heart still hammered against his ribs, a relentless drum that echoed the turmoil swirling inside him. Heels clicking against the hardwood floor, Peter's retreat was a quiet storm of conflicted emotions. Each step away from the closed door was a step through his own tangled psyche. The image of Sarah's knowing smile haunted him, a ghostly reminder of her tacit permission. Part of the game, he reasoned aloud, trying to assuage his conscience. But the words rang hollow in the dim corridor. Peter, you fool, he said, stopping in his tracks. With a deep breath, he leaned back against the wall, allowing the cool surface to anchor him to the moment. Can't keep doing this to yourself. His voice was firmer now, conviction warring with desire. Who are you kidding? he scoffed at his reflection in a nearby mirror. You'll be back tomorrow. His laughter was a quiet sound that danced with shadows, a lone audience to the drama of his mind. Shaking his head, he pushed off the wall and continued his escape, the weight of his emotions a cloak he couldn't shed. Never simple, is it? he whispered to himself as he turned the corner, leaving the scene of his turmoil behind in search of reprieve from [[Upstairs<-his own tormented thoughts.]]

<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> Mmmh... he heard Sarah breathe, though Peter could barely make out her words above the pounding of his own heart. Her voice, even in its faintness, held a note of command that resonated through the still air. Peter watched, unable to tear his gaze away, as Sarah bent to the will of her client yet somehow remained the orchestrator of their dance. His presence behind the door, unseen and unheard, became a silent testament to the unfolding scene, a keeper of secrets in the half-light. The coarse whisper cut through the dimness, a blade that sliced to Peter's core. You like that, don't you, whore? Sarah's response was not in words but in a crescendo of moans, each one threading through the haze of Peter's morality and desire. Tell me what you are, the client demanded, his voice rough with lust. I am... Sarah gasped, her admission punctuated by the rhythmic creaking of the bed. I am a little whore... Peter's breath hitched. Heat crept up his neck, spread across his face. The label, vile as it was, struck a chord within him. Jealousy gnawed at his insides; yet, the sight, the sounds, they ignited something base and raw within him. Good girl, the client praised, the words dripping with condescension. You take it so well. Sarah arched, her silhouette a bow drawn taut by invisible strings of passion and power. Her pleasure was an audible tide, rising, falling, crashing against Peter's eardrums, drowning out the whispers of doubt and reason. Harder, she urged between the panting and the rustling of sheets. The client obliged. The sound of skin meeting skin grew more rapid, more insistent. Sarah's moans became a litany, each one intertwining with the man's grunts, creating some discordant sounds that resonated in the cramped space behind the door. So fucking tight. The client grunted. So hot. I can feel you so hard... Inside me, her voice a velvet submission that caressed Peter's senses. He stood motionless, a sentinel to their carnal exchange, his body responding in primal ways to the tableau before him. The words, the actions, all of it was etched onto the canvas of his mind, an indelible image he could neither accept nor reject. Come for me, you dirty whore the client ordered, his tone edged with the anticipation of possession. Sarah's cries peaked, a siren call that beckoned Peter into the depths of his own forbidden desires. Her surrender was complete, her body a vessel for their mutual degradation and ecstasy. Fuck, the client exhaled, a finality in his voice as he found his release. Peter's own breaths came fast and shallow. He was lost in the throes of what he had witnessed, a tumultuous sea of emotion that threatened to pull him under. With effort, he reminded himself to breathe, to stay silent, to remain unseen. Good girl, the client said, now spent and sated. Such a perfect little whore. Anytime for you, Sarah whispered back, her tone laced with pride and satisfaction. Peter felt a pang of something undefinable, pride, envy, arousal? It was all too much, too complex. He knew only that he must retreat, withdraw from the scene that had unfolded before him, carrying with it pieces of his soul he might never reclaim. In the dim glow of the bedside lamp, Sarah's eyes flickered open. They found Peter's gaze through the sliver of space afforded by the partially opened door. Her lips curled into a sly, knowing smile; it was a silent acknowledgement of his voyeuristic presence. Without missing a beat, she arched her back, [[Spy On Wife2.2<-pressing herself against the client's eager body.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Sex/spotted1.png']]<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> Do you like when I'm filled? Sarah purred, her voice low and inviting. The words were for the client, but her eyes, those vibrant green pools, remained fixed on Peter, drawing him deeper into their conniving waltz. The man beneath her grunted, hands roaming over Sarah's pale skin. But of course, as a whore like you should be he managed between labored breaths. Peter's heart raced. Each subtle gyration of Sarah's hips seemed choreographed for him, a performance meant to ensnare and captivate. Her gaze never wavered, and as she moved with calculated grace, Peter's arousal grew. It was a dance, yes, a dance of defiance against the submission she displayed to the other man. Watch me, her glance seemed to whisper to Peter, a secret conversation amidst the cacophony of flesh upon flesh. Damn, the client groaned, oblivious to the exchange happening right before his clouded eyes. Sarah complied, but her movements were laced with an intimacy reserved only for the spectator behind the door. Her body responded to the client's commands; her soul, however, performed for Peter alone. God, yes, the client muttered, lost in the throes of pleasure. Those words echoed hollowly in Peter's ears. He knew they were not meant for him, yet a part of him claimed them. With every undulation from Sarah, Peter felt as though he were being pulled taut, like a string plucked and resonating with forbidden frequencies. Keep going, Peter thought, a silent plea cast into the void of his longing. Sarah responded, as if she had heard him, her rhythm unyielding and more pronounced. She was teasing him, tormenting him with a spectacle that was both his fantasy and his undoing. There was a glint in her eye, a spark that told him she relished this power she wielded. And he, bound by desire, could do nothing but watch. The crescendo of grunts and gasps reached its apex, the air in the room thick with the scent of sweat and lust. Peter's fists clenched at his sides as he witnessed the final shudder of the client's second release, the primal act unfolding mere feet away from him. His heart hammered against his ribcage. Gods... Whore, you are so good the client panted, his voice ragged with satisfaction. He swallowed hard, the taste of bile rising in his throat. It was time to leave, to escape this silent torment before it consumed him whole. With painstaking care, Peter eased the door shut. The soft click of the latch seemed to echo in the hush that followed the client's climax. He stepped back, every muscle in his body tense as if ready to flee from a predator. His feet moved of their own accord, carrying him down the hallway that felt like a tunnel leading out of a dark underworld. The images seared into his mind played on an incessant loop, Sarah's mischievous smile, her eyes full of secrets and promises made without words. Damn it, he muttered under his breath, the heat of desire still pulsing through him, a cruel reminder of what he had just witnessed. He longed for Sarah, for the intimacy and betrayal that twisted together like vines around his heart. Peter slipped into the shadows, the distance between him and the room growing with each step. But no matter how far he walked, he couldn't outrun the hunger that Sarah had stoked, a [[Upstairs<-fire that threatened to engulf him completely.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Sex/sex1.png']]<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> You want me to try harder? I can do that. The client moved, a predator ready to pounce, his silhouette shifting atop the bed. Prove it, Sarah challenged, her words a weapon brandished with precision. Peter felt the scene etch itself onto his memory, an indelible mark that would not soon fade. There was no escaping the truth that lay bare before him, Sarah reveled in this, in the power, the control, the defiance. And he, unable to turn away, could only watch as the story of their lives wrote itself in whispers and moans, in the heavy silence of his own longing. The symphony of Sarah's moans and the client's grunts punctuated the air, sounds of pleasure that resonated through Peter. He stood there, a chasm of emotions yawning within him, each sound a visceral reminder of her betrayal and his own twisted yearning. His gaze lingered, tethered to the writhing forms before him, the battle between heartache and fascination raging silently. Is this what you want? The client's voice broke through, rough and demanding. Yes... Sarah purred in response, her breathy tone laced with satisfaction. Peter's hands clenched at his sides, knuckles whitening. The voyeuristic thrill surged, an undertow pulling him deeper into the forbidden tableau. And as he struggled, the thin veil of his restraint began to fray, thread by delicate thread. Sarah shifted then, her body a fluid dance of seduction beneath the dim light. Her head tossed back, blonde hair cascading down, her silhouette etched against the shadows like a siren's call as she looked straight towards the slightly opened door where Peter was. She had taken notice of his presence. Gods, you're incredible, the client groaned, oblivious to the silent exchange. Sarah's laughter was light, but her gaze held steady, locked with Peter's for an eternity compressed into seconds. She moved with purpose, each shift and moan a dagger to Peter's heart, yet also a balm to the smoldering ache of desire within him. Tell me what you want the most right now, she demanded of the client, but her eyes never left Peter's shadowed form. Your asshole, came the guttural reply, the word hanging heavy in the air. Peter's breath fogged the sliver of space where the door had creaked open, his inner turmoil a storm that found no peace. Each second stretched taut, a tightrope upon which he balanced precariously, torn between the agony of witnessing and the heat of watching, the relentless push and pull of longing and despair. Then take it, Sarah challenged, her back arching in brazen display, an invitation wrapped in defiance. And Peter, motionless in the half-light, could only watch as the scene veered ever onward, a cruel ballet danced to the rhythm of his breaking heart. Sarah, he whispered, voice a ghost on his lips. Fear tangled with desire in his gut, a knotted serpent coiling tighter with each passing second. Her body moved in fluid motion, a dance of raw sensuality that held Peter captive from behind the thin veil of secrecy. The client, lost in the throes of passion, drove into her with a fervor that spoke of primal hunger, of a need that bordered on desperation. His grunts punctuated the silence like drumbeats, urging Peter's heart to match its rhythm. Harder Sarah gasped. Gods, yes, take it all, whore the client breathed out, his movements becoming frenzied, a crescendo building toward the inevitable peak. The tableau before Peter blurred at the edges, his vision narrowing until all he could see was Sarah, her green eyes, wild and untamed, finding him in the darkness. They spoke volumes without a word: the love, the betrayal, the unspoken agreement of their twisted bond. I love you, she mouthed, each syllable a dagger twisted in the wound of his open heart. Sarah, he choked out again, a plea lost amidst the sounds of flesh against flesh. She turned away, her attention now fully ensnared by the man beneath her. Her back arched, a delicate curve that beckoned to Peter even as it pushed him away. She was close; he could tell by the quickening pace of her breath, by the way her body seemed to draw taut like a bowstring. Come for me, you little harlot the client urged, his voice strained with need. With a cry that pierced through to Peter's very soul, Sarah shuddered, her climax overtaking her in waves that seemed to crash over both of them. Peter stood there, feeling each ripple as if they were his own, his body trembling with the force of emotions he could neither suppress nor comprehend. And then, silence fell like a curtain, heavy and absolute. The client's gasps tapered into silence, his form melting into Sarah's in the aftermath of shared pleasure. Peter's heart thumped a desperate rhythm against his ribcage, urging him to flee this tableau of betrayal. With the stealth of a shadow, he reached for the door, his fingers brushing the wood with the same tenderness that Sarah had feigned towards it moments before. The door whispered shut, sealing away the scene that had [[Spy On Wife3.2<-branded itself onto his mind.]] He couldn't bear the sight any longer.

Down the corridor he moved, each step an echo of the life he was leaving behind with every inch he put between himself and that room. His footsteps made soft impressions on the creaking floorboards, as if the very house conspired to keep his escape unheard.<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> Was he watching? The murmur slithered through the crack beneath the door, trailing Peter like a specter. Doesn't matter, came Sarah's breathy reply, a hint of triumph lacing her words. He's exactly where we want him. Peter flinched, the voices chasing him like hounds on the scent of wounded prey. He pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his shallow breaths. His wife's laughter, light and cruel, danced with the man's lower tones, binding together in a symphony that spoke of intimacy he was barred from. Let him watch, the stranger said, a growl of possession in his voice. Next time, maybe we will let him watch closely. Maybe, Sarah teased, the single word a velvet caress against Peter's frayed nerves. His pace quickened, a silent sprint fueled by the turmoil within. Sarah's dreams, once whispered sweetly in the dark, now screamed their truth with brazen clarity. She wanted him caged, a spectator to his own humiliation. Sarah... he murmured, the name a plea, a curse, a benediction all at once. But she didn't hear him. The end of the hallway loomed. Freedom. Or something akin to it. What lay beyond that threshold, Peter couldn't guess. But anything was better than the suffocating reality of the deceit he'd just witnessed. Without looking back, Peter stepped into the cool anonymity of the night, the door closing with a soft click of finality. The whispers faded, but their imprint lingered, a ghostly refrain that would [[Upstairs<-haunt him with every heartbeat.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Structure/taverndoor1.png']]<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> Christ, she's so fucking tight, someone exclaimed as they emptied themselves inside her, the sound of satisfaction palpable. Look at her... dripping with it, another remarked, a twisted sense of pride in his voice as he withdrew, leaving a trail of his release. Perfect little cumslut, a voice chimed in from the shadows, the words hanging heavy in the dimly lit room. Peter couldn't speak, couldn't protest. He remained a silent observer, his presence undetected, his emotions a tangled knot he couldn't begin to unravel. The heat in his chest spread, conflicting urges warring within him, jealousy, desire, shame. Fuck, yes, they continued to praise, their voices a testament to Sarah's allure and Peter's complex torment. She's made for this. And then, as the last of them finished, the room fell into a temporary lull, the only sound the labored breathing of spent men and the soft whimpers of his wife. With a heart leaden as stone, Peter let the door slip shut, the click of the latch whispering the end of the voyeuristic episode. Peter's gaze was unflinching, the scene unfolding before him like a perverse ballet. The men took turns, their bodies moving with a primal urgency that left no room for tenderness. Sarah, beneath them, became the vessel of their lust—a canvas painted with the evidence of their desire. His hand trembled slightly, the cool metal of the key seeming to vibrate with his rapid heartbeat. He slid it into the lock, biting his lip in a futile attempt to still the fluttering in his stomach. Anticipation coursed through his veins, mingling with a sharp tang of anxiety that clung to the back of his throat. The key turned with a soft click, almost inaudible but thunderous in the silence of the corridor. Peter's breath hitched, his eyes widening as he registered the faint sound. His movements were deliberate, controlled by an invisible string pulling at his submissive nature, dictating each cautious step. He nudged the door, an inch at a time. It creaked open, just enough for him to slip a glance through the narrow gap. The edge of the door pressed against his palm, a barrier and an invitation all at once. Peter leaned forward imperceptibly, peering into the space beyond, where shadows moved to a rhythm only they knew. Peter's gaze swept the room, a dimly lit cavern of shadows and whispers. A sliver of moonlight fought its way through the cracked curtains, the silver beam like a spotlight on an unseen stage. It fractured the darkness, casting elongated silhouettes that swayed and shifted. The air was thick, charged with an energy that clung to his skin. Peter squinted, his eyes desperate to penetrate the gloom. He searched for familiarity within this tableau of anonymity. There, amidst the shapes that danced in the half-light, was Sarah. Her form, a pale wisp entwined with darker figures, moved with a grace that belied the carnal nature of her surroundings. The bed creaked under the weight of desire, a chorus to the silent ballet before him. He could see them, the others, not merely spectators but participants in their own right. Hands gripped themselves, movements synchronized with the undulating bodies on the bed. The air pulsed with unspoken words and the [[Spy On WifeGB1.1<-rhythmic sounds of flesh against flesh.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Structure/taverndoor1.png']]<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> Peter's hand was steady, a contrast to the rapid drumbeat of his heart. The key, cold and metallic between his fingers, slid into the lock with precision born of necessity. He rotated it slowly, the tumblers aligning with a hushed click that seemed to echo through the silent corridor. He paused, listening for any sign that his presence had been detected. Nothing but the faint hum of distant activity reached his ears. Emboldened, he nudged the door, the hinges protesting with a subdued groan as a sliver of amber light sliced through the widening gap. Squinting, he leaned forward, an inch at a time, allowing his vision to adapt to the contrast between the hallway's sterility and the room's dim glow. Shadows danced across his line of sight as he strained to discern the figures within, the shapes before him coalescing into forms both familiar and unsettling. The door edged wider, a sliver of reality intruding upon Peter's private nightmare. Sarah glided into the room, her form ethereal in the dim light. The murmur of voices hushed as all eyes fastened onto her, the air charged with raw hunger. Finally, a deep voice rumbled from the shadows. our evening begins. The clients converged, tall and imposing figures, their gazes locked onto Sarah with predatory intensity. She stood, unflinching, a statue amidst the circling wolves. Their hands reached out, grazing her arms, [[Spy On WifeGB2.1<-her shoulders, marking territory.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Structure/taverndoor1.png']]<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> Peter's hand trembled slightly as he slid the key into the lock, the cool metal offering a stark contrast to his warm, sweaty palm. He turned it with deliberate slowness, each click of the mechanism thunderous in his own ears. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple, but he was still, silent. The door protested with a soft groan as it opened a hair's width. His breath hitched, caught in the gravity of the moment. Peter leaned forward, the gap revealing only shadows and whispers of movement to his eager eyes. He blinked, urging his vision to adapt quicker to the scarce light that spilled from within. Inside, the dim ambiance of the room swallowed shapes and sounds, distorting them into an indecipherable ballet of silhouettes and hushed tones. Peter's pulse throbbed at his neck, each heartbeat a drumbeat pushing him closer to the edge of discovery. He dared not move, nor breathe too loudly, as the scene before him [[Spy On WifeGB3.1<-unfolded like a forbidden tapestry.]]

Peter remained motionless, a statue at the threshold of forbidden desires. His presence was a ghost, felt by none as they reveled in their shared anonymity. He watched, invisible yet irrevocably tied to the scene unfolding before him.<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> Dirty little thing, aren't you? one of the clients growled, his voice a low rumble that reverberated through the hushed room. Peter's breath hitched, a silent gasp as the words struck him, a visceral blend of shock and fervor. The term 'whore' was wielded like a weapon, crude and cutting, yet it seemed to only spur Sarah on. She writhed beneath the rough hands that claimed her, her back arching in a silent plea for more. Look at her, another chuckled, coarse and mocking. Can't get enough, can she? [img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Sex/gb2.png']] Her response was not in words but in the cadence of her movements. Each thrust met with an eager undulation of hips, each slap of skin a chorus that crescendoed within Peter's chest. Her moans floated over to him, intertwined with the harsh sounds of commanding voices that did not belong to him. Take it, they commanded, and she obeyed, a willing participant in this raw display of dominance. Sarah's body was aglow in the dim light, her skin a canvas painted with the flush of arousal, testament to her own deep-seated desires. Good girl, one praised, voice dripping with satisfaction, an acknowledgment of her submission that knotted Peter’s insides. They used her, their words as forceful as their actions, and she accepted it all with a fervor that both wounded and excited him. More, she managed to gasp, her voice barely audible above the cacophony of lust that filled the room. Greedy whore, someone taunted, yet there was admiration in their tone, a perverse pride in her insatiability. The scent of sex was tangible, a thick aroma that enveloped Peter, a fragrance that told a story of forbidden indulgence. And still, he watched, torn between turning away and stepping further into the abyss that stretched before him. Peter's eyes locked onto the stark tableau before him. The room, a shadowed stage where Sarah was the center of a primal dance. His breath hitched, fingers gripping the door frame. Take it, take it all, grunted one client as he positioned himself behind Sarah. Her body arched in response, accepting him fully, each thrust eliciting a guttural groan from both. Your turn, another said, voice rough with lust as he moved to stand in front of her. Sarah tilted her head back, mouth open in silent invitation, and he filled it without hesitation. Look at her go, someone chuckled, the sound slicing through Peter's fog of jealousy. The clients rotated, a choreography of carnal greed around Sarah's petite form. Peter stood motionless, watching the spectacle unfold. Such a perfect whore, one man murmured to Sarah, his hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm. She responded only with fervent movements of her own, stoking the fire in the pit of Peter's stomach. Is there no end to your hunger? another taunted, his tone a mix of derision and awe as Sarah shifted to accommodate yet another taking his place. The men spoke little, their actions speaking volumes that reverberated through the dimly lit room, and through Peter's conflicted soul. Peter's chest tightened, a silent observer to the carnal ballet. Sweat sheened bodies entwined on the wrinkled sheets, moving with an urgency that was raw and unapologetic. The room's air, thick with the scent of sex, clung to his senses. Yes.. Please... Sarah gasped between moans, the word barely audible. Her voice was lost amidst the chorus of grunts and groans that filled the space. Good girl, a client praised, his voice a low growl as he watched her lips part for another. Sarah's reply was a muffled whimper, vibrations humming along skin and sending ripples through the watching men. Can't get enough, can you? another chided, his hand guiding her head in rhythm with his thrusts. Never, hahaha, someone answered for her, chuckling, their tone laced with lewd amusement. The stench of lust hung heavy, a tangible presence that seemed to press down on Peter, suffocating yet intoxicating. It was an olfactory testament to the debauchery before him, a constant reminder of Sarah's descent into this hedonistic world, a world she thrived in. Her mouth is made for this, one man remarked, his breath coming in short pants as he watched her take him deep. A true harlot. Look at her go, another voiced, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her from behind. She loves it. Peter swallowed hard, the taste of bile rising at the back of his throat. He couldn't move, couldn't look away. The tableau of his wife, the sounds, the smells, they all melded into an overwhelming sensory assault that held him captive. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the doorframe, his eyes captive to the carnal spectacle. The sounds of climax began to crescendo, each breathy grunt and satisfied groan a piercing note in the debauched symphony. Fuck, I'm close, one man gasped, his voice strained with impending release. His movements became erratic, desperate thrusts seeking completion. Sarah arched beneath him, her body a vessel for their pleasure, and Peter felt his heart lurch. A stillness took him, even as the air vibrated with the raw energy of sex. Going to fill you up, you like that? another panted, his rhythm unyielding. Sarah's response was a fevered cry, muffled by the flesh she serviced. Me too, grunted a third, and there was a chorus of agreement, a collective tension that promised imminent release. And then, one by one, they surrendered to their peaks, their bodies shuddering in the throes of orgasm. [img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Sex/gb1.png']] Take it, take all of it, they commanded, and Sarah did, her form quivering with each pulse of warmth that filled her. Peter watched, the visual seared into his memory: his wife, claimed and marked by others. God, look at that, one of the men grunted as he pulled out from between Sarah's thighs, his release spilling out and mingling with the rest. I came a fucking lot. Never seen a cunt take so much and still beg for more, another man remarked, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her with a fervor that spoke of both possession and praise. Such a good little whore, the words were growled from above her, where a man held her head, guiding her mouth onto him. Sarah's response was muffled, her vocal cords vibrating around the flesh that filled her, her eyes half-closed in a trance of pleasure. Christ, she's insatiable. A new voice entered the chorus of approval, the sound of slapping skin accompanying his words as he found his rhythm within her. Taking it like it's what she was born for, someone added, his tone laced with lewd admiration. Fuck, that's it, harlot. Drain every last drop, the encouragement came paired with a sharp thrust, punctuating each syllable with a surge of his hips. Sarah's form was awash with movement; her body rocked by the hands and wills of those who used her. She was lost in the sensation, the only sounds escaping her being the wet slap of flesh and the occasional high-pitched keen when overwhelmed by the intensity of her own arousal. Fill her up until she drips it all back out, they uttered together, a collective command that seemed to drive them further into their debauched fervor. Such a perfect slut, the men murmured among themselves, an obscene mantra that celebrated the debasement occurring before Peter's hidden vantage point. Take it all, they commanded through gritted teeth, and Sarah obeyed, her body convulsing around them, her whimpers crescendoing into a symphony of raw carnality. More, please... Fill me more... Sarah gasped out, the single word a testament to her insatiable hunger, even as she was filled to the brink. Always more, they agreed, their laughter dark and satisfied, the sound echoing off the walls and [[Spy On WifeGB1.2<-burrowing deep into Peter's consciousness.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Structure/taverndoor1.png']]<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> Peter's hand trembled as it hovered by the door, the solid reality of the wood a stark contrast to the fluid debauchery he had witnessed. He pressed his palm flat against its surface, feeling the grain beneath his fingers, steadying himself. With one last glance over his shoulder, he confirmed the room remained lost in its own fervor, oblivious to his presence. He tugged the door toward him, inch by deliberate inch. The hinges whispered their compliance, betraying no hint of his retreat. His breath held captive in his chest, he was a statue save for the minute motion required to close the gap. The sliver of chaotic pleasure that had been visible through the opening narrowed, a slowly shutting eye to the world he had peeked into. Sarah's world. A world where she was queen and harlot, commanding and commanded, all at once. I want to go at it again, he heard someone command from within, the voice rough like gravel. And then another sound, the unmistakable tone of flesh on flesh, vigorous and unapologetic. Fuck, you're so good at this, another voice praised, the words thick with lust. There was no reply but the continued chorus of moans and the rhythmic creaking of the bed straining under the collective sin it supported. The voices, the commands, they were not meant for him. Peter knew this. Yet each syllable that floated through the narrowing aperture seemed to etch itself onto his heart—a heart that pounded with a rhythm akin to the bedposts', yet filled with a heaviness rather than exhilaration. Harder, make her take it, a voice demanded, bold and insistent. The response was a symphony of carnal agreement, a testament to Sarah's voracious embrace of her role. Is there any end to your thirst? the amusement in the question was palpable, even as it was met with only the wet sounds of compliance. Peter's gaze lingered on the thinning view of Sarah, her form a shifting shadow amidst the lustful figures that surrounded her. It was as if he sought to memorize the tableau, or perhaps to sear the image into his mind as a brand of ownership, even in his silent departure. Remember this, someone growled within, the directive aimed at Sarah but piercing Peter instead. You're ours tonight. The door clicked softly shut, sealing Sarah in her den of hedonism, while Peter stood outside, wrapped in a quiet unlike the storm he had just witnessed. He released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, the sound absorbed by the thick air of the corridor. Good girl, came the muffled approval from behind the barrier, a benediction of sorts that offered no comfort to the man who stood alone, his back to the door that contained [[Upstairs<-his wife's ecstasy and his own torment.]]

Look at you, another voice sneered, laced with ownership. <<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> A perfect little doll for us to play with. Peter's throat tightened, his pulse thundering in his ears. He watched, helpless as hands mapped the contours of Sarah's body, bold and insistent. Her skin seemed to glow under their touch, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Peter that he quickly stifled. Such a delicate thing, someone cooed mockingly, But we know better, don't we? Sarah remained silent, her green eyes half-lidded, an unreadable mask that belied the tempest brewing beneath. Peter's fingers curled into fists, the nails biting into his palms, the pain a feeble anchor in the storm of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. Let's see if she can handle all of us tonight, challenged a third, the excitement palpable in his tone. Their words were a visceral assault, each syllable dripping with contempt, painting her in shades of debasement and desire. Peter struggled for breath, a voyeur caught in the web of his own making, torn between turning away and the compulsion to witness every moment. The moans swelled, a chorus of primal need. Flesh met flesh in rhythmic cadence, the sound sharp and unapologetic in the dimly lit room. Peter's eyes widened, the tableau before him raw and unfiltered. Sarah's body was the epicenter, each movement reverberating through the onlookers. Like that? One of the clients grunted, his voice rough with lust. Sarah's response was a moan, high-pitched and unabashed, spurring them on. Gods, yes, another voice growled. She loves it. Peter watched, entranced. His wife, the woman he knew as gentle and reserved, undulated with a fervor that belied her petite frame. The clients' hands were everywhere, claiming her flesh as their playground. They took turns, each eager to elicit another gasp, another whimper from Sarah's lips. I.. Want it more... she gasped out, a plea that echoed off the walls. Greedy, isn't she? A laugh cut through the haze of desire. O she is, such a good little harlot came the reply, smug and knowing. Peter's throat felt tight, his breaths shallow. He saw now the Sarah that lurked beneath the surface, a siren call to these men who danced to her tune even as they thought themselves in control. Keep up, one of them teased, his hand guiding her movements. Never enough for you, another accused, his tone admiring despite the words. Her silhouette shifted, a dance of shadows and light as the clients moved with her, around her. Her cries blended with their grunts, the air thick with the scent of wanton abandon. Beautiful, someone murmured, the word almost lost amidst the symphony of pleasure. Fucking slut, another agreed, the sound of a slap punctuating his statement. Sarah didn't speak, her voice rendered unnecessary by the eloquence of her body's responses. The room pulsed with energy, every moan, every slap a testament to the carnal feast [[Spy On WifeGB2.2<-unfolding before Peter's eyes.]]

<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> The crescendo of passion built to its peak, the clients' bodies tense with imminent release. Sarah's form was a vision of surrender, every curve and contour of her body offered up to their desires. Fuck, yes, one man groaned as he reached his limit, his voice rasping with fulfillment. Take it woman! Another commanded, his pleasure evident in the rough cadence of his words. Their releases were almost simultaneous, their expressions twisted in ecstasy as they gave themselves over to the moment. The room echoed with the sounds of their climax, the reality of their satisfaction stark before Peter's eyes. Fuck, Peter whispered under his breath, the single curse word a testament to the storm of emotions raging within him. His heart hammered against his ribs, each beat a drum of arousal and jealousy. Look at her, a voice purred from the shadows. She's made for this. Peter couldn’t tear his gaze away, even if he wanted to. The sight of Sarah, bathed in the afterglow of their gratification, struck him to his core. Isn't she incredible? a different voice asked, awe laced with the smugness of possession. Unreal, another agreed. Peter’s mind raced. He struggled to reconcile the surge of heat that coursed through him with the sharp sting of possessiveness that clawed at his chest. A floorboard creaked. Peter's head snapped up, his eyes locking on the shadow that had shifted near the door. Instinct overrode everything else. He couldn't be seen. Not now. Not like this. He backed away, the key turning with a soft click as he resealed the forbidden tableau behind him. His movements were deliberate, minimal; even his breath seemed too loud in his ears. The door closed with a quiet thud, sealing Sarah and her pleas of pleasure [[Spy On WifeGB2.3<-away from him.]]

<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> Sarah's entrance halted the room's low murmurs. She crossed the threshold, a vision of forbidden allure in the half-light. The clients, dark shapes against the deeper darkness, turned as one entity drawn by her pale radiance. Finally, a deep voice growled from the semi-circle of men. Look at you, another chimed, the words sharp and biting. Peter's throat constricted, eyes fixed on the display before him. He watched as handstoo many to countreached out, brushing against Sarah's skin with presumptive ownership. They pulled her closer into their midst, a collective force of hunger and command. Thought you'd keep us waiting? one client taunted, his fingers curling around her arm. Never, Sarah replied, her voice steady, betraying nothing of the storm Peter felt brewing within him. Good girl, sneered a figure, stepping closer to whisper something in her ear that made her shiver visibly. Peter's jaw clenched. The words they used were like daggers, each syllable etched with contempt and yet... was there pleasure in her shudder? Let's see what you've got for us tonight, someone demanded, and the chorus of approval that followed was a tangible thing, filling the room with its intensity. Show us, echoed another, the commandment stark and raw. Sarah, surrounded and yet somehow apart, met their stares with a defiance that belied her actions as she began to shed her garments, piece by piece. Her compliance woven with silent rebellion. Peter felt the scene sear into him, every possessive touch and degrading word an imprint he couldn't escape. His fingers twitched against the door frame, the only sign of the inner turmoil that threatened to spill over. Enough watching, a voice boomed. Time for doing. The crowd pressed in, and Peter's sight blurred at the edges, his heart pounding a staccato rhythm of conflict. Arousal. Jealousy. Powerlessness. Move her where we can all see, someone ordered, and Sarah was guided, almost floated, to the center of the room, the hollow echo of her heels on the floor a counterpoint to the heated anticipation that filled the air. Perfect, a client murmured, and the room hummed with a predatory satisfaction. Peter swallowed hard, he could hear the sound of his own heartbeat. And the room's air pulsed with primal sounds, a symphony of carnal indulgence. Moans unfurled into the semi-darkness, entwining with the rhythmic slap of flesh that resonated off the walls. Sarah was the epicenter, her responses a vivid testament to the clients' rough administrations. [img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Sex/sex2.png']] Like that? A voice gruff with desire punctured the haze of heavy breathing. Sarah's answer came not in words but in a crescendo of moans that spoke volumes. Her silhouette danced, a fluid shadow amid the shifting bodies that orbited her with hungry intent. Peter watched, rooted in place. His wife's form undulated to the tempo set by strangers, her gasps and cries a melody that harmonized with the guttural growls of the men claiming her attention. The tableau unfolded before him, each movement, each sound etching deeper into his consciousness. God, listen to her, someone muttered, almost in awe. Sarah’s voice rose, unbridled, a siren's call riding the waves of pleasure and power exchanged in the dimly lit room. Her chorus of rapture rang clear, devoid of speech, telling her tale in the language of the senses. Peter felt the moment stretch, timeless, as he bore witness to the unfolding maelstrom of passion. His presence, a silent ghost behind the barely ajar door, went unnoticed by all but himself. Keep going, fuck her good another urged, and the scene surged forward without pause, an unrelenting tide that waited for no man. The climax built, a crescendo of raw energy that consumed the room. Sarah was the epicenter, her body a vessel for their desires. One by one, they reached the zenith of their lust, their release hot and unrestrained. Take it, a voice commanded, thick with satisfaction. Fill that whore! the words were a growl, primal and possessive. Sarah's form shivered under the onslaught, her pleasure peaking in tandem with theirs, her moans a testament to the intensity of the moment. Her submission was complete, a silent agreement to the demands of the clients [[Spy On WifeGB3.2<-who reveled in their control.]]

<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> Peter's heart hammered against his ribs, each throb a reminder of his hidden vantage. His eyes couldn't tear away from the spectacle, every fiber of his being locked into the scene. The rush of blood in his ears was like the roar of a distant storm, threatening to engulf him. Such a cute slut, someone whispered, half to themselves. Perfect. The way I like it. Jealousy gnawed at Peter's gut, a bitter serpent coiling tighter with each gasp from Sarah's lips. Arousal mingled with envy, a confusing alchemy that heated his skin and clouded his mind. He was powerless, a spectator to his wife's deepest desires made manifest without him. Damn, a client breathed out, the word hanging heavy in the aftermath. Powerlessness settled over Peter like a shroud, his will fracturing under the weight of his conflicting emotions. He was lost, adrift in a sea of sensation and sentiment he couldn't navigate. The grip on his own reality slackened as Sarah's continued to unravel before him. What a beautiful sight the reverence in the voice was unmistakable. She takes it really well, came the hungry response. Come on! On her ass!, the command was not a suggestion. And Sarah, amidst it all, moved with the tide of passion that showed no sign of ebbing. Peter's heart raced, a drumbeat in the silence. He sucked in a shallow breath, held it. Fear prickled at the base of his skull, the danger of discovery now looming larger than his own tangled emotions. The room seemed to contract, walls inching closer, air growing thinner. He had to leave. The decision was instinct more than thought, a survival reflex that propelled him backward. His hand trembled as he pulled the door shut with a painstaking slowness. The latch clicked into place, a sound that thundered in his ears but [[Spy On Wife GB3.3<-would not reach beyond the room.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'tavern/Structure/taverndoor1.png']]<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> The hallway was empty, sterile in its silence, a stark contrast to the room he'd just vacated. He started walking, each step measured, controlled, but his mind was anything but. Damn it, he muttered. His steps quickened. The images assaulted him, Sarah’s body arching, those sounds, the looks on their faces. And yet, beneath it all, a pulse of something dark and hungry stirred within him. Desire mingled with confusion, warring against each other, making his heart race even faster. Can't believe this, he breathed. He reached the end of the corridor. Stopped. His hand pressed against the cool wall for balance as the enormity of what he'd just seen began to truly sink in. The world he thought he knew, his understanding of Sarah, of himself, it was unraveling thread by thread. Get it together, Pete. His own voice sounded strange to his ears, a lifeline thrown across the chasm of his thoughts. With that, he walked away, the echo of his footsteps a dull reminder of the reality he had left behind, and the [[Upstairs<-unknown he was walking towards.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'house/upstairs.png']]<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>> Retreat. The hallway stretched before him, both escape and exile. Peter stepped back, each footfall a muted thud against the plush carpet, his departure a silent procession away from the scene that seared itself into his memory. Never knew it could be like this, he muttered to himself, the words slipping out, a confession to the shadows. Desire twisted inside him, a raw and unfamiliar craving that clashed with the stark reality of his confusion. Jealousy had carved hollows in his chest, yet it was curiosity that filled them now, a curiosity about the dark corners of pleasure and the secrets Sarah harbored. Should I keep doing this? The question was a whisper lost in the expanse of the corridor. Peter's pace quickened, his mind a blur of images and sounds that refused to dissipate. What he had witnessed was a revelation, a testament to a world he had only glimpsed through half-closed doors and whispered rumors. God, what am I even thinking? His voice echoed back at him, a stranger's voice, tinged with longing and doubt. He rounded a corner, putting distance between himself and the room where his wife was the center of an insatiable storm. Peter's thoughts were a maelstrom, every certainty he held swept away by the tide of events he had never imagined himself part of. As Peter merged with the anonymity of the night, the last vestiges of the life he recognized faded into the backdrop. Ahead lay a path paved with questions and the promise of forbidden knowledge. Behind him, the door stood closed, a barrier to a past he could [[Upstairs<-no longer return to unchanged.]]

The chatter of the marketplace enveloped Peter and Sarah as they meandered between rows of vibrant stalls. Laughter spilled from their lips, a shared mirth that danced in the air like the melody of an old, familiar song. They jostled playfully, nudging elbows and swapping jests with the ease of a couple entwined by years and secrets. [img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/onmarket2.png']] Try this, Sarah said, offering Peter a slice of sun-ripened peach from a nearby fruit stand. The juice ran down his chin as he took a bite, and she giggled, dabbing at his face with the corner of her shawl. Always looking out for me, Peter chuckled, his gaze slipping sideways to catch Sarah in a candid moment. Her laughter was a beacon, drawing glances from passersby who seemed to orbit around her natural radiance. His eyes tracked the gentle sway of her hips, the subtle toss of her blonde hair in the afternoon sun, a sight that never failed to quicken his pulse. Look at you, smitten as ever, she teased, catching his stare. I must be doing something right. More than right, he murmured, the words barely audible over the hum of the market. He marveled at how effortlessly she held the world's attention, yet remained oblivious to the effect she had, a siren unaware of her own song. Sarah's hand found his, fingers intertwining. You're not so bad yourself, she said with a playful wink. For a common guy, you've got your charms. Ah, but only for you, Peter replied, squeezing her hand as they continued their journey through the maze of merchants and merchandise. It was these simple moments, he realized, the laughter, the teasing, the shared history that bound him to her irrevocably, each memory a thread of their love. Peter's attention flickered back to the throng of the marketplace, his hand still entwined with Sarah's as they weaved through the crowd. The vibrant calls of vendors and the rich aroma of exotic spices hung heavy in the air. He couldn't help but notice the fleeting looks that men cast toward Sarah, their eyes lingering just a touch too long on her form as she moved beside him. Each gaze felt like a pinprick, an odd mixture of irritation and something else he couldn't quite name [[IntroStory1.2<-bubbling within him.]]

Fresh apples from the northern orchards! a voice boomed, slicing through Peter's contemplations. Ah, Bram, Peter said, releasing Sarah's hand to clap the vendor on the shoulder. Your stall seems more colorful each time we pass. [img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/bram.png']] Only the best for my favorite customers! Bram exclaimed, his wide grin revealing gaps where teeth once were. He held out a glossy red apple for inspection. What do you say, Peter? Care to taste summer's last kiss? Sure, why not? Peter replied, taking the fruit and biting into it. The crisp sweetness exploded on his tongue. Delicious as always. Tell your friends! My apples will make their winter meals sing, Bram called after them as they continued on their way. Will do, Bram, Peter promised, tossing a coin into the man's outstretched hand and catching the wink the old vendor sent Sarah's way. She merely smiled, a small curl of her lips. Peter threaded his fingers through Sarah's as they wove through the throng of people, the hustle of the marketplace fading into [[IntroStory1.2.1<-a quiet backdrop to their intimacy.]]

Look at these peppers, Sarah said, holding up a bright red specimen for inspection. I bet you couldn't handle the heat. I shall accept your challenge, Peter retorted with a smirk. He plucked the pepper from her hand and placed it into their basket, his fingers grazing hers. The contact, though brief, was charged with an unspoken intimacy. Remember last time? Sarah giggled, her green eyes gleaming with mischief. You turned as red as this little guy. Hey, I had it under control, he protested, but his laughter betrayed him, mingling with hers and infusing the air around them with a contagious joy. Passersby glanced over, drawn by the couple's playful energy. A vendor nearby shook his head, smiling at their banter while arranging his fruit display. The atmosphere buzzed with life, each stall offering a bounty of fresh produce that mirrored the richness of the moment. You know, your salad skills could use some work. Sarah picked up a cucumber, examining its length with a suggestive raise of her eyebrow. Salad skills, huh? Peter raised an eyebrow in response. I'll have you know my greens are the talk of the town. Is that so? She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. But of course, his voice low and brimming with confidence. Their flirtatious exchange was a dance they knew well, one that kept their connection alive and crackling with each shared laugh and sly comment. The market's sounds retreated into the background as they continued their stroll, baskets slowly filling with the ingredients of a shared evening yet to come. Peter, look at these, Sarah said, her voice pulling him back from the tendrils of his thoughts. She was pointing to a pile of glossy, dark cherries, their skins taut with ripeness. As she extended her hand to pick one up, Peter's attention shifted from the fruit to the crowd. Men meandered past the stalls, casting surreptitious glances in Sarah's direction, each look lingering [[IntroStory1.4<-like the aftertaste of a forbidden fruit.]]

<<if $startFame == "Prostitute" || $startFame == "Nobility's Mistress">><<goto IntroStory1.4P>><</if>>Nice, aren't they? she murmured absently, but Peter barely heard her words. He watched, a knot of something unspoken tightening in his stomach, as men's eyes traced the curve of Sarah's frame, taking in her petite form with more than casual interest. His heart drummed a complex rhythm of desire and disquiet, the secret thrill of his darkest fantasies bleeding into the vibrant marketplace around them. Very nice, indeed. The voice belonged to an older vendor, whose gaze settled on Sarah with unabashed appreciation. Peter's mouth went dry as he watched the man reach for a plump strawberry and hold it out toward her. Especially for a beautiful young lady, the vendor added, a twinkle of mischief in his eye. Thank you, Sarah replied, the corners of her mouth curving into a smile that seemed to carry a hint of flirtation. Try this, the vendor urged, holding the strawberry closer. [img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/onmarket3.png']] Tell me if it's sweet enough for your taste. Sarah's lips parted slightly as she leaned forward and accepted the berry, her teeth sinking into its flesh. Juice glistened on her lips, and she laughed lightly. It's perfect, she assured the old man, her green eyes dancing with delight as she looks at him. Only the best for you, he winked, turning back to his stall. Peter stood beside her, his face carefully neutral, even as the heat of the moment washed over him. He wanted to steer her away, reclaim her attention, yet he remained silent, captivated by the spectacle of his wife's allure, so innocently wielded and so powerfully effective. Shall we get some for tonight? Sarah's voice broke through his reverie, her question innocent but loaded with an unintended double entendre. Sure, Peter managed, his voice steadier than he felt. They'll be great for dessert. As they moved away from the vendor's stall, Peter cast a glance back at the old man who still watched Sarah with a satisfied grin. The exchange had been brief, but its imprint lingered, igniting a fire that Peter knew would not easily be extinguished. Bags crinkled and leaves rustled as Peter and Sarah wove through the dwindling crowd of the marketplace. The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over their path, painting long shadows on the cobblestones. Their fingers were laced together, the weight of fresh produce pulling slightly at their joined hands. Think we got everything? Peter's voice was light. Everything and more, Sarah replied, her head tilting to rest against his arm comfortably, like she had found her perfect nook in the world. I can't wait to cook these up. You'll help, right? Of course, he chuckled. But remember, "help" is a relative term when it comes to my culinary skills. They shared a soft laugh, the sound mingling with the murmur of the market behind them, now just a backdrop to their own private world. Peter, Sarah started, her tone shifting to something more serious, reflective. When you're old and gray, do you think we'll still be coming to markets like this? Picking out vegetables, living quietly... Quietly? He raised an eyebrow, teasing her. You, quiet? I don't believe it for a second. Hey! She nudged him playfully, but then sighed, a dreamy look taking over her features. But really, I hope we do. It's the simple things, isn't it? They make life sweet. He squeezed her hand, feeling the sincerity in her words resonate within him. Yeah, it's the everyday moments. And whatever happens, wherever we are, I just want to be there with you. Me too. She whispered, laden with emotion. Maybe we'll have a little garden of our own, he mused, letting himself get swept up in the vision of their future. No need for the marketplace. Just you, me, and nature. Sounds idyllic, she breathed, and for a moment they walked in contemplative silence, each lost in their thoughts of a shared life not yet lived. As the marketplace faded into the distance, the reality of their intertwined dreams seemed to draw closer, as tangible as the produce they carried and as vital [[IntroStory1.5<-as the love they held for one another.]]

The sun dipped lower in the sky as Peter and Sarah's steps synchronized along the cobblestone path leading away from the bustle of the marketplace. The air was thick with the mingling scents of ripe produce and the faint hint of evening jasmine. Tomorrow will be the party, she mentioned casually, but with a glint of mischief in her eye. It's going to be quite the event. Peter glanced at her, noting the playful curve of her lips. And I suppose you'll be there, waiting for me? he asked, a teasing note evident in his tone. Perhaps, she teased back, her fingers dancing along the back of his hand in a way that sent shivers up his spine. You'll just have to come and find out for yourself. A ripple of anticipation coursed through him, sparked by her words and fueled by the possibilities that lay ahead. The party, a chance to see Sarah in her element, surrounded by admirers yet choosing him every time, stirred a complex cocktail of excitement within him. Then consider me intrigued, he replied, his curiosity piqued and his heart alight with the thrill of what the night might hold. They reached the threshold of their home, standing on the precipice of the evening's promises, both eager for the dusk that would soon turn into night's embrace. Promise me you'll come, Sarah whispered, her breath a warm caress against Peter's cheek. Nothing could keep me away, he replied, the words barely audible as they hung in the air between them. Their eyes met, and in hers, Peter caught a reflection of his own yearning mirrored back at him. She leaned in, closing the scant distance, and pressed her lips softly to his. The world seemed to pause, the gentle kiss an intimate seal on the promises they'd made. When they parted, the taste of her, sweet and lingering like honey, clung to him, a silent reminder of what was to come. Tomorrow, she breathed, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Tomorrow, Peter echoed, his voice laced with a cocktail of anticipation and nerves. With a final glance, charged with unspoken desires, they turned away from each other. Each step that took Sarah further from his side felt heavy with the weight of waiting hours. Peter walked home, the cobblestone streets familiar beneath his feet, yet he barely noticed the world around him. [img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/market.png']] His thoughts were a whirlwind, centered on Sarah, on the party, on the unknown. The excitement of the evening to come sent his heart racing, a mix of thrill and anxiety swirling within him. What would the night hold? The questions danced through his mind, unanswered but electric with possibility. He could almost feel the eyes of others on Sarah, their admiration stoking the embers of his hidden fetish, a dark heat that both [[IntroStory2<-consumed and invigorated him.]]

<h3>The day of the party</h3> Peter stood before the mirror, his hands trembling slightly as he straightened his tie. The fabric felt foreign between his fingers, a stark reminder of the significance of the evening ahead. He sucked in a breath, trying to steady his nerves, and examined his reflection critically. The slim build that stared back at him seemed almost too slight for what he was about to undertake, but he pushed the thought away. Come on, Peter, he muttered to himself, forcing a smile onto his face. You can do this. He took one last glance in the mirror, making sure not a single hair was out of place. Satisfied, or perhaps just resigned to the fact that no amount of primping would calm his nerves, he turned away and paced the room. Sarah, he began, voice barely above a whisper as he practiced the words he'd been turning over in his mind for weeks. From the moment I met you, I knew there was something extraordinary about you. He paused, imagining her standing in front of him, those vivid green eyes locking onto his with an intensity that always seemed to see right through him. He swallowed hard and continued. [img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/proposaltraining.png']] Your laughter, your touch, the way you light up a room just by being there... it's like a force of nature. I've been swept up in it since day one. He could almost feel her presence, the way she would stand so close, flirty and captivating. Sarah, I want to be with you, truly be with you, for all my days. Will you... A sharp knock on the door jarred him from his reverie. Peter flinched, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn't answer, instead taking a deep breath and running through the words one more time in his head. This had to be perfect. For Sarah. For them. Will you marry me? he finished, the proposal hanging in the stillness of the room. No response came, no giggling acceptance or tender embrace, just the silence of the empty space around him and the echo of his own voice. Tonight, he affirmed, steeling himself with a nod. Tonight, everything changes. With one last steadying breath, Peter opened the door and stepped out into the night, ready to face whatever the party and the [[IntroStory2.0<-fate had in store for him.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/erick.png']] Hey, kiddo, a slurred voice interrupted Peter's silent brooding. He turned to find Erick weaving through the crowd towards him, a mischievous grin plastered on his face despite the sway in his step. Hey, Dad, Peter greeted, managing a half-hearted smile as he accepted the drink handed to him. Lighten up, Pete. You look like you swallowed a frog, Erick chuckled, nudging Peter with his elbow. What's got you in a twist? Just... thinking about something important, Peter replied, avoiding meeting his father's eyes. Ah, proposing to open a guild or planning to invade a small fief? Erick teased, taking a generous sip from his own glass. Something like that, Peter muttered, glancing back at Sarah who was now chatting animatedly with a man who had the audacity to wink at her. Son, if you want to keep a flower as pretty as Sarah, you've got to let her bloom. Can't keep her locked up in a greenhouse, Erick advised with a knowing glance. Peter sighed, the analogy hitting too close to home. I know, it's just... Look, women like her, they're like fireflies. They need to shine, to be free. You can't cage that. Just gotta be the jar they want to fly back to. Erick said, patting Peter's shoulder earnestly. Thanks, Dad, Peter forced a chuckle, the tension in his shoulders easing ever so slightly. Anytime, my boy. Now go on, grab your lady before someone else does. Remember, you're the jar, Erick winked and shuffled off into the crowd, leaving Peter with a faint smile and a renewed sense of purpose. Peter's gaze remained fixed on Sarah as she drifted further into the throng of partygoers. With each step she took, she seemed to draw men into her orbit like moths to a flame. Her laughter, light and infectious, resonated through the saloon, and Peter felt a knot tighten in his chest. It was not simply her beauty that entranced them, it was her vivaciousness, her unbridled joy that [[IntroStory2.2<-made her so captivating.]]

<<if $startFame == "Prostitute">><<goto IntroStory2.2P>><</if>> <<if $startFame == "Nobility's Mistress">><<goto IntroStory2.2M>><</if>> After some time, Peter hovered at the fringes of the living room, his gaze locked on Sarah once again, who was mingling effortlessly through the crowd. He sipped his drink, the ice clinking against the glass in a slow rhythm that mirrored his attempts to maintain a casual demeanor. Beside him, his father Erick's voice washed over him like background noise, a low hum punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter. Son, Erick's words finally broke through Peter's preoccupation, You've hardly touched your drink. Sorry, Dad, Peter replied, forcing his eyes away from Sarah and focusing on the older man for a moment. Just a little distracted. Erick followed Peter's line of sight and chuckled knowingly. Ah, looking out for your lovely girlfriend? Peter managed a half-smile, but his insides churned. Sarah, glowing under the warm lights, her laughter tinkling through the air, seemed oblivious to the swarm of men drawn to her luminous presence. He knew she was just being friendly, but it didn't ease the tightness in his chest. Indeed, Peter murmured, taking another sip of his drink to moisten his dry throat. As if on cue, a group of men near Sarah laughed loudly, their heads thrown back in unison. They leaned in closer to her, their bodies a barrier that shielded their conversation from Peter's view. However, snatches of their crude banter reached his ears, carried over the din of the party. [img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/gossip.png']] Man, I'd love to get to screw that little thing, one voice slurred, his words dripping with lust. Bet she's whore underneath all that charm, just as the others. Another chimed in, eliciting a chorus of lewd agreement. Peter's hand tightened around his glass, the knuckles whitening. Jealousy and frustration warred within him, the heat of anger flushing his cheeks. He wanted to stride over there, to claim Sarah and shield her from their vulgar thoughts. But he was rooted to the spot, his nature wrestling with the surge of protectiveness. Peter? Erick's concerned voice cut through the haze of Peter's irritation. You look a little pale, son. Everything alright? Fine, Peter lied, his jaw set. Just... tired, is all. Maybe you should relax a bit, his dad suggested, oblivious to the storm raging inside Peter. It's a party after all. Have some fun. Fun. The word felt strange as he watched she toss her blonde hair back to listen intently to the man leaning a little bit too close to share a private joke, the man place a hand on Sarah's back, to whisper something that made her smile even wider. Peter swallowed the bitterness rising in his throat. Sure, Dad, he said, pasting on a smile that didn't reach his eyes. I'll try to loosen up. Good boy, Erick patted him on the back before turning to greet an acquaintance. Peter's gaze flicked back to Sarah, the image of her surrounded by those men burning itself into his memory. He took a deep breath, trying to quell the restless energy building within him. The night was far from over, and his resolve was beginning to fray at the edges. [img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/randomguy.png']] Another drink, Peter? a voice intruded, but he barely registered who it was or what they were saying. He nodded absently, his focus pinned on Sarah. She was the sun in their little universe, and the men revolved around her like planets drawn by gravity. Unseen by her, unseen by them, Peter felt himself relegated to the cold fringes of this system, orbiting alone. His hands clenched involuntarily as one of the men touched her arm, guiding her attention to him. Sarah's smile never wavered, her green eyes sparkling with a warmth that seemed to promise everything and nothing at the same time. They leaned in, heads close together, sharing secrets Peter could not hear, promises he could not intercept. That girl has quite the crowd, someone murmured beside him. Does she? Peter's response was automatic, the words hollow. Quite the social butterfly, that is your girl isn't it?. The statement hung in the air, laced with something Peter couldn't, or wouldn't define. Yes, he managed to say, watching Sarah. Must be tough, the voice continued, prodding. Watching her with all those men. Peter's gaze hardened as he turned away from the probing eyes of the other partygoer. His heart raced with an emotion he couldn't quite name, anger, fear, desire, it was a tangled web within him. Sarah was his, wasn't she? And yet, why did it feel like [[IntroStory2.3<-she belonged to everyone else in these moments?]]

He took a sip from the glass that had appeared in his hand, the cool liquid doing nothing to quench the burning in his chest. The room felt suddenly suffocating, the sounds and sights blurring into colors and noises that centered on the woman he loved. Peter's eyes darted around the room, searching for the familiar flash of blonde hair amid the sea of partygoers. His heart sank as he caught a glimpse of Sarah, her laughter ringing clear even from afar. She was surrounded by those same men who had been leering at her earlier, their hands boldly resting on her lower back as they guided her through the crowd. With each step she took away from him, Peter felt a twinge of frustration and a growing sense of helplessness. Peter, are you even listening? his father's voice cut through his thoughts, pulling him back to the present. Sorry, Dad, what were you saying? Peter struggled to keep his voice steady, diverting his attention back to his father while his mind remained fixated on Sarah's diminishing figure. About the Henderson account, Erick said with a slight frown, unaware of his son's internal turmoil. "I'm telling you, it's a gold mine waiting to be tapped." Right, the Henderson account, Peter echoed, though the words felt hollow. He nodded along, feigning interest, yet his gaze kept straying towards the spot where he last saw Sarah. Son, you've got to focus on these opportunities, Erick continued, his voice taking on an instructive tone. You can't let them slip through your fingers. Opportunities, right? Peter muttered under his breath, thinking not of business prospects but of the missed chance to pull Sarah aside and confront the gnawing doubts that plagued him. Exactly! You're getting it. Erick clapped him on the shoulder, misinterpreting his son's distracted response as agreement. Listen, Dad, I need to.. Peter began, only to be interrupted once more. Ah, but wait till you hear about the strategy we have in mind, Erick said, launching into an elaborate explanation of business maneuvers and market predictions. With every sentence his father uttered, Peter's desperation grew. He needed to find Sarah, to speak with her, to reassure himself that the connection they shared was unbroken. Yet here he was, anchored in place by courtesy and familial obligation, nodding along to a conversation he couldn't bring himself to care about. Sounds great, Dad, really. But I should check on Sarah, Peter managed to interject finally, seizing a lull in Erick's monologue. Sarah? Erick glanced around, he momentarily piqued by the mention of his daughter-in-law. Oh, she'll be fine. Enjoying herself, no doubt. But Peter wasn't so sure. The knot in his stomach tightened as he excused himself with a hurried apology, leaving his father mid-sentence. He wove through the clusters of chatting guests, his eyes scanning the room with urgency. It was then he realized Sarah was no longer in sight, vanished into the throng, leaving him adrift in a swell of [[IntroStory2.4<-unease and unanswered questions.]]

Peter's heart quickened as he maneuvered through the throng of bodies, his gaze darting from face to face, seeking the familiar bright green eyes and blonde locks of his wife. The laughter and chatter around him melded into an indistinct hum, the sounds of revelry grating against his nerves. Sarah? he called out softly at first, then louder as panic edged his voice. His calls were swallowed by the din of the party. No one paid him any heed; they were all too absorbed in their own conversations and the clinking of glasses. As he pushed past a particularly raucous group, a faint sound caught his attention, a muffled giggle that seemed oddly familiar. It was girlish, light, and carefree. His steps faltered, his breath catching in his throat. Could it be? As if there were any other woman in this party. [img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/door.png']] Peter made his way toward the sound, each step heavy with trepidation. The noise led him to a closed door down a less frequented hallway. The giggling continued intermittently, followed by a small high pitched playful scream, a tease to his ears, pulling him closer. He paused just outside the door, his hand hovering over the knob. The laughter beckoned him, a siren's song that churned the sea of emotions within him. Was Sarah on the other side, her captivating aura drawing others to her as it always did? His mind raced with possibilities, none of which eased the tightness in his chest. Sarah? he whispered, almost afraid of what he might discover. The laughter from the room ceased abruptly, replaced by a deafening silence that seemed to mock his fears. With Sarah's image etched firmly in his mind, Peter reached for the handle, compelled to uncover the truth behind the closed door. Peter pressed his ear against the door, straining to hear any sounds from inside. He couldn't make out the words, but he could definitely hear some deep, masculine voices and a softer, feminine one. His stomach twisted with jealousy and betrayal as he imagined her with another. But he couldn't be certain if it was just his own fears playing tricks on him. He stood rooted to the spot, hand trembling as it reached for the doorknob. Peter's heart skipped. His grip tightened on the cold metal, the weight of decision heavy upon him. Could he bear to see what lay beyond? Hey, Pete! A robust voice clapped him on the shoulder, jolting him from his reverie. You look like you've seen a ghost, man. Uh, no. Just thought I heard something, Peter stammered, attempting to regain composure. Thought you heard free drinks calling your name, right? another voice chimed in, laughter bubbling from the small crowd that had gathered around him. Come on, it's your round, isn't it? The first voice was insistent now, hands gripping Peter's arm, steering him away from the door and his moment of truth. "Sure, yeah, Peter mumbled, allowing himself to be tugged along, though his gaze lingered on the door. Behind him, it remained closed, an enigma that would have to wait as he was propelled through the throng toward the bar. Let's get you something strong, someone suggested, and the group cheered in agreement, their voices drowning out the silent call from the [[IntroStory2.5<-room behind him.]]

After sipping on a few cold drinks and sharing some laughs, Peter pushed his way through the crowded room. His eyes scanned the faces around him, all seemingly familiar but not the one he was looking for. The clamor of conversation and laughter enveloped him. He paused, scanning the room once more, his frame slipping between clusters of revelers with an apologetic smile here, a murmured 'excuse me' there. The air was thick and the warmth of too many bodies pressed into too small a space, but it did nothing to deter him. He needed to find her, the woman who had become his world. And then she was there, as if conjured by his desperate thoughts. Sarah materialized from a laughing group like a vision. She stood shorter than everyone, yet her presence was undiminished, a radiant figure bathed in the soft golden hue of the chandeliers above. Her blonde hair cascaded in waves around her shoulders, and her green eyes sparkled with mischief. The hem of her dress flirted with her knees each time she shifted weight from one foot to the other, exuding a playfulness that drew Peter's breath away. [img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/reddress.png']] Looking for someone? Her voice, light and teasing, cut through the noise of the party, reaching Peter with striking clarity. Found you, Peter managed to say, drowned out by the surrounding festivities yet heard perfectly by Sarah, who always seemed attuned to his frequencies. Sarah's laughter, a tinkling melody, danced around Peter. Playing hide and seek with your own girlfriend at a party, are you? she quipped, the corner of her mouth curving into an impish smile. Seems like I'm always searching for you, he replied, his tone light, but his eyes betraying the depth of his sentiment. Maybe I enjoy being pursued. Her eyebrow arched playfully, and she stepped closer, her breath a warm caress against his cheek. What would you do if you caught me? He felt a thrill ripple through him. I guess we'd have to find out. Is that a challenge, Mr. Daredevil? Sarah's fingers grazed his arm, sending shivers down his spine. Perhaps, Peter said, a hint of boldness creeping into his voice as he took her hand in his. But it's one I intend to win. With a gentle tug, he led her away from the thrumming heart of the party. They slipped through clusters of guests, his grip firm yet tender around her delicate hand. The noise began to fade, replaced by the cool whisper of the evening air as they entered the courtyard. Breathing room at last, Sarah sighed, her green eyes reflecting the moonlight. She squeezed his hand, anchoring herself to him amidst the tranquil solitude of their newfound privacy. Peter steered Sarah past the ornate fountain, its water murmuring secrets into the night. Their fingers laced together, he felt the pulse of her excitement beating against his skin. The courtyard's shadows welcomed them, offering a stage removed from the revelry's glare. Where are you taking me? Her voice was a whisper, thick with intrigue and an undertone of daring. Somewhere we can talk, he replied, the words almost catching in his throat. He could sense the rest of the world falling away as they wound their way through the labyrinth of hedges and blooms. They came upon a bench hidden by a willow, its leaves a curtain to the outside world. Peter glanced at Sarah, her features softened by moonlight, and he was struck by her ethereal beauty. His heart hammered a fierce rhythm, threatening to betray his nervous anticipation. Here, he said simply, gesturing to the bench as if presenting her with a throne. Sarah perched on the cool stone, the playfulness in her eyes giving way to curiosity. She watched him intently, [[IntroStory2.6<-a silent question lingering between them.]]

Peter fumbled slightly as he reached into his pocket, his fingers brushing against the velvet box that held his future. Drawing a deep breath, he knelt before her, the ring box now cradled in his shaking hands. Sarah, he began, his voice a gentle tremor, I've been waiting for the perfect moment. Peter? Her tone hovered between amusement and awe, her gaze fixed on the box. From the day I met you, you've captivated me, challenged me... he swallowed hard. ...and completed me. He opened the box, revealing the ring – a band of white gold, its diamond catching the light like a star snared from the sky. Will you marry me? The words hung in the air, weightless and heavy all at once. Sarah's hand covered her mouth, her eyes never leaving the ring nor the man before her. Silence stretched for a heartbeat, two, then she extended her hand towards him, a silent yet eloquent reply. Sarah's fingers trembled as they reached toward Peter, her shock melting into a radiant smile that outshone the ring itself. She nodded vigorously, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes like dew on morning grass. Peter, yes! A thousand times, yes! Her voice was a song, each note woven with joy and love. He rose to his feet, the box now insignificant compared to the affirmation in her eyes. They stood inches apart, their breath mingling in the cool night air. Sarah, you've just made me the happiest man alive. Peter's words were simple, his tone rich with emotion. Being with you, it's been... it's like living in a dream I never want to wake up from, Sarah said, her hands finding his, her touch feather-light yet binding them together with unspoken promises. Every day with you is a gift, Peter replied, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of feelings inside him. I promise to cherish you, to support your dreams, to stand by you through every challenge. And I promise to give you all of me, to be the partner you deserve, to fill our lives with love and laughter, she answered, her gaze locked onto his with unwavering certainty. Even when I'm being difficult? Peter teased, the corners of his mouth lifting in a playful grin. Especially then, Sarah laughed, her head tilting back in delight. Because that's when you'll need me most. Their conversation flowed, a river of shared secrets and tender confessions, each word reinforcing the bond they had forged together. They spoke of the past with fondness, of the present with gratitude, and of a future brimming with possibilities. [img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/proposal.png']] The courtyard lay bathed in moonlight, its silver beams filtering through the fluttering leaves of an ancient oak tree. It was a pocket of stillness amid the revelry, the music and laughter from the party becoming a distant murmur. Peter's arms wrapped around Sarah, pulling her close. The warmth of her body melded with his, a perfect fit. She nestled her head against his chest, and he could feel the softness of her hair brushing against his skin. Can you believe it? she said, her words muffled by his shirt. We're really doing this. Believe it? I've dreamt of it, Peter replied, his hand stroking the small of her back. Your dreams have a funny way of becoming my reality, Sarah chuckled, tilting her head back to look at him. Let's make all our dreams realities then, he whispered, leaning down to capture her lips with his. Her kiss was a revelation, eager yet tender, as if she were speaking directly to his soul. They broke apart only when the need for air became too pressing to ignore. Every day with you is a dream, Peter. She ran a finger along the line of his jaw. But this... with this ring, it feels like we're promising to dream together forever. Forever isn't long enough, he murmured, his forehead resting against hers. Then we'll extend forever, she teased, her laughter mingling with his own. Extend it? How do we manage that? Peter asked, playing along. By making every moment count. Starting with this one, she said and stood on her tiptoes to bridge the gap for another kiss. He met her halfway, their lips meeting in a dance as old as time. When they pulled away this time, the smile on Sarah's face was radiant. Every moment has always counted with you, he told her, sincerity thick in his voice. That's never going to change. Good, she smiled. Because I plan on holding you to that, Mr. Fiancé. Consider me duly warned, Mrs. Future-Wife, he grinned back, the title awkward on his tongue but thrilling all the same. Sarah's arms tightened around him, her body language speaking volumes more than her playful banter. She was here, with him, in this secluded courtyard under the stars. Engaged. In love. Let's not go back to the party just yet, she suggested, her voice softening. Anything you want, Peter agreed readily. He brushed a stray lock of blonde hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. Right now, I just want you, she confessed, the moonlight catching the glint of the ring on her finger, a symbol of their newfound promise. And you have me, he assured her, sealing the vow with another kiss, gentle and lingering. Forever, she whispered against his lips. Always, he echoed, [[SomeTimeLater<-believing every syllable.]]

Remember when we'd come here just for the apple candies? Peter chuckled, his voice warm with nostalgia. Hard to forget, Sarah replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. You always managed to charm Mr. Gordon into giving us an extra piece. Those were simpler times, he mused, the corners of his eyes crinkling with the smile that came so easily whenever he was with her. But even then, I knew... Knew what? Sarah tilted her head, strands of blonde hair catching the sunlight like spun gold. That you were going to be my great adventure. His words hung in the air, weighted with every unspoken promise they had made to each other since childhood. Me? An adventure? She feigned a gasp, pressing a hand to her chest. I'll have you know I'm the epitome of predictability. Of course, how could I forget? He played along, the apple from Bram still sweet on his lips. Your predictable way of turning heads without trying, or the predictable shock I felt when you agreed to date me. Ah, but you had me at "hello", if I recall correctly. Her laughter was light and airy, a melody that danced through the clamor around them. Or was it your dashing good looks? Must have been my dashing good looks he quipped, squeezing her hand gently. Because my hellos were quite ordinary until you walked into my life. Ordinary is never a word I'd use for you, Peter. She looked up at him, her green eyes alight with fondness and an enigmatic spark that always kept him guessing. You make the mundane magical. Only because my muse is extraordinary. He stopped, pulling her close amidst the flow of market-goers. And she has made every common day a treasured memory. Flatterer, Sarah whispered, her breath a teasing tickle against his ear. Keep this up, and I might let you win the next round of our little games. Promise? The word was a whisper, yet it held all the weight of his adoration for her. Maybe, she replied, stepping back with a playful swish of her skirt, leaving him in eager anticipation of what that "maybe" could mean. Peter's gaze followed Sarah as she flitted from one stall to the next, her laughter a bright chime amidst the market din. She paused, considering a necklace, the silver chain glinting as it caught the sunlight. As she leaned in to admire the piece, he noticed a man at an adjacent stall, his eyes tracing the same path over Sarah’s form. Find anything you like? Peter asked, his words casual, but his attention divided, the corner of his eye catching the stranger's lingering look. Too many pretty things, Sarah responded, her voice airy, oblivious to the exchange between the men. But nothing I need. Need and want are two different seas to sail, said the man suddenly, his voice smooth, stepping closer with an ease that belied his intrusion into their moment. Sarah turned, a polite smile on her lips. That's very true. Her eyes met the stranger's, holding for a heartbeat longer than necessary. Peter felt a curious tightening in his chest, an unspoken thrill threading through the discomfort. He stayed silent, watching Sarah handle the exchange with her characteristic grace. Perhaps, Sarah continued, her tone dipping into a murmur meant only for the man. Some treasures are worth diving deep for. Perhaps, the man echoed, smiling and nodding before moving away, lost again in the sea of faces. Sarah, Peter began, his curiosity piqued. Do you ever feel like we're anchored down? By our routines, our choices? Anchored? She turned to him, her expression thoughtful, the playful spark now a flicker of something deeper. [img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/onmarket1.png']] Sometimes I dream of the wind taking us somewhere new. Somewhere... unpredictable. Is that what you want? His question lingered between them, heavy with implications. Want is a complicated word, Peter. She reached out, running a finger along the curve of his jaw. I want a lot of things. Some I whisper, some I shout, and some... She pulled her hand back, a sly smile on her lips. —are secrets that even I'm still uncovering. Secrets can be... exciting, he said carefully, the idea mingling with his own veiled desires. Can they now? Her smile widened, eyes gleaming with a challenge. Well, who knows? Maybe one day, you'll uncover all my secrets. Maybe, he echoed, a single word thrumming with the possibility of [[IntroStory1.3<-untold fantasies and revelations yet to come.]]

Peter had barely taken a few hesitant steps into the throng of partygoers when she arrived. Sarah, his Sarah, glided through the door with an almost ethereal grace. She was the embodiment of allure, her dress clinging to her petite form like a lover's caress, emphasizing the subtle curves that always left him breathless. A murmur rippled through the crowd as heads turned and conversations faltered, her radiance seemed to cast a spell on the entire room. [img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/arrive.png']] He watched, chest swelling with a mix of pride and something far more possessive, as she navigated the sea of admirers with ease. Her laughter, light and airy, floated over to where he stood, anchored in place by the weight of his own insecurities. Look at her, friend, a voice slurred nearby, soaked in alcohol and lechery. Peter stiffened, his gaze snapping to the speaker, a man whose leer was all too familiar in these settings. I'd give anything for a night with that thing. A chorus of chuckles rose from the group surrounding the speaker, each one a barbed wire wrapped around Peter's heart. There were nods of agreement, hungry eyes following every sway of Sarah's hips as she mingled obliviously. Wouldn't even know what hit her, another added, his comment punctuated with a lustful smirk that made Peter's hands curl into fists at his sides. Shut up, Peter wanted to scream, to leap forward and defend Sarah's honor, but the words lodged in his throat like stones. He was caught in a vice of jealousy and frustration, the simmering anger rendering him silent. Instead, he pulled in a sharp breath, trying to steady the tremor of rage that threatened to spill out. His fingers twitched, the fabric of his carefully chosen tie suddenly suffocating. The room felt hotter, the din of conversation now a cacophony that mocked his turmoil. Sarah continued to charm and be charmed, her very presence a beacon that drew men like moths to flame. And there stood Peter, watching helplessly as crude words painted pictures he desperately wished to erase. He needed to find her, to pull her away from the prying eyes and whispered desires. It was a need that clawed at his insides, a silent plea for the world to fade until it was just Sarah and him. Tonight, everything changes, he reminded himself, the vow a fragile lifeline amidst the storm of his emotions. With renewed determination, Peter began to weave his way through the crowd, intent on claiming a moment alone with the woman who held his heart, a moment to finally ask the question that burned on his tongue. Peter edged closer, his gaze shifting between the clusters of guests and back to Sarah. She was laughing now, a light, airy sound that seemed to dance above the hum of the party. Her hand touched an arm here, a shoulder there, her natural warmth spilling over into every interaction. To an onlooker, she was simply being her usual sociable self, but to Peter's watchful eye, each touch was a spark igniting another [[IntroStory2.1<-flicker of discomfort within him.]]

<h2>Six months later</h2> <<button "The Debt" "LR1">><<set $firstDreams to 5>> <</button>>

Fresh apples from the northern orchards! a voice boomed, slicing through Peter's contemplations. Ah, Bram, Peter said, releasing Sarah's hand to clap the vendor on the shoulder. Your stall seems more colorful each time we pass. [img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/bram.png']] Only the best for my favorite customers! Bram exclaimed, his wide grin revealing gaps where teeth once were. He held out a glossy red apple for inspection. What do you say, Peter? Care to taste summer's last kiss? Sure, why not? Peter replied, taking the fruit and biting into it. The crisp sweetness exploded on his tongue. Delicious as always. Peter glanced at Sarah, noticing the sly smile on her face as she leaned in closer to Bram. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as he remembered the rumors he had heard about her accepting more than just apples from the old vendor. Tell your friends! My apples will make their winter meals sing, Bram called after them as they continued on their way. Will do, Bram, Peter promised, tossing a coin into the man's outstretched hand and catching the wink the old vendor sent Sarah's way. She looked back at him with a seductive smile. Peter threaded his fingers through Sarah's as they wove through the throng of people, the hustle of the marketplace fading into [[IntroStory1.2.1<-a quiet backdrop to their intimacy.]]

<h2>The beginning</h2> Sarah was the daughter of Lord Robert, a notorious and corrupt lord who held power over everything that he touched. But Peter, cared little for Lord Robert's wealth and status. He had given up his own savings and title to win Sarah's hand in marriage, as he knew she was worth more than any material possessions. With the grand party approaching on the next day, Peter could hardly contain his excitement to finally ask for Sarah's hand and begin their life together. The anticipation hung in the air like a palpable hum, waiting to burst into a joyous celebration. Despite the dark cloud of Lord Robert's influence looming overhead, Peter knew that love would conquer all in the end. Unbeknown to Peter, on Sarah's past she was: [[IntroStory1<-Constantly under Lord Robert's bribery.]] (Submissive to Lord Robert) [[IntroStoryChoice1M<-Used as a bargaining chip by Lord Robert.]] (Nobility Mistress) [[IntroStoryChoice1P<-Used as a meaning to earn money by Lord Robert.]] (Prostitute) <<button "Return" "SkipIntro">> <</button>>

After some time, Peter hovered at the fringes of the living room, his gaze locked on Sarah once again, who was mingling effortlessly through the crowd. He sipped his drink, the ice clinking against the glass in a slow rhythm that mirrored his attempts to maintain a casual demeanor. Beside him, his father Erick's voice washed over him like background noise, a low hum punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter. Son, Erick's words finally broke through Peter's preoccupation, You've hardly touched your drink. Sorry, Dad, Peter replied, forcing his eyes away from Sarah and focusing on the older man for a moment. Just a little distracted. Erick followed Peter's line of sight and chuckled knowingly. Ah, looking out for your lovely girlfriend? Peter managed a half-smile, but his insides churned. Sarah, glowing under the warm lights, her laughter tinkling through the air, seemed oblivious to the swarm of men drawn to her luminous presence. He knew she was just being friendly, but it didn't ease the tightness in his chest. Indeed, Peter murmured, taking another sip of his drink to moisten his dry throat. As if on cue, a group of men near Sarah laughed loudly, their heads thrown back in unison. They leaned in closer to her, their bodies a barrier that shielded their conversation from Peter's view. However, snatches of their crude banter reached his ears, carried over the din of the party. [img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/gossip.png']] Man, I fucked her some days ago her pink pussy was so good one voice slurred, his words dripping with lust. Bet she's the best whore, Robert trained her good. Another chimed in, eliciting a chorus of lewd agreement. Peter's hand tightened around his glass, the knuckles whitening he knew the men were bragging, but jealousy and frustration warred within him, the heat of anger flushing his cheeks. He wanted to stride over there, to claim Sarah and shield her from their vulgar comments. But he was rooted to the spot, his nature wrestling with the surge of protectiveness. Peter? Erick's concerned voice cut through the haze of Peter's irritation. You look a little pale, son. Everything alright? Fine, Peter lied, his jaw set. Just... tired, is all. Maybe you should relax a bit, his dad suggested, oblivious to the storm raging inside Peter. It's a party after all. Have some fun. Fun. The word felt strange as he watched she toss her blonde hair back to listen intently to the man leaning a little bit too close to share a private joke, the man place a hand on Sarah's back, to whisper something that made her smile even wider. Peter swallowed the bitterness rising in his throat. Sure, Dad, he said, pasting on a smile that didn't reach his eyes. I'll try to loosen up. Good boy, Erick patted him on the back before turning to greet an acquaintance. Peter's gaze flicked back to Sarah, the image of her surrounded by those men burning itself into his memory. He took a deep breath, trying to quell the restless energy building within him. The night was far from over, and his resolve was beginning to fray at the edges. [img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/randomguy.png']] Another drink, Peter? a voice intruded, but he barely registered who it was or what they were saying. He nodded absently, his focus pinned on Sarah. She was the sun in their little universe, and the men revolved around her like planets drawn by gravity. Unseen by her, unseen by them, Peter felt himself relegated to the cold fringes of this system, orbiting alone. His hands clenched involuntarily as one of the men touched her arm, guiding her attention to him. Sarah's smile never wavered, her green eyes sparkling with a warmth that seemed to promise everything and nothing at the same time. They leaned in, heads close together, sharing secrets Peter could not hear, promises he could not intercept. Robert's girl has quite the crowd, someone murmured beside him. Does she? Peter's response was automatic, the words hollow. Quite the social butterfly, that is your girlfriend isn't it?. The statement hung in the air, laced with something Peter couldn't, or wouldn't define. Yes, he managed to say, watching Sarah. Must be tough, the voice continued, prodding. Watching her with all those men. Peter's gaze hardened as he turned away from the probing eyes of the other partygoer. His heart raced with an emotion he couldn't quite name, anger, fear, desire, it was a tangled web within him. Sarah was his, wasn't she? And yet, why did it feel like [[IntroStory2.3<-she belonged to everyone else in these moments?]]

After some time, Peter hovered at the fringes of the living room, his gaze locked on Sarah once again, who was mingling effortlessly through the crowd. He sipped his drink, the ice clinking against the glass in a slow rhythm that mirrored his attempts to maintain a casual demeanor. Beside him, his father Erick's voice washed over him like background noise, a low hum punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter. Son, Erick's words finally broke through Peter's preoccupation, You've hardly touched your drink. Sorry, Dad, Peter replied, forcing his eyes away from Sarah and focusing on the older man for a moment. Just a little distracted. Erick followed Peter's line of sight and chuckled knowingly. Ah, looking out for your lovely girlfriend? Peter managed a half-smile, but his insides churned. Sarah, glowing under the warm lights, her laughter tinkling through the air, seemed oblivious to the swarm of men drawn to her luminous presence. He knew she was just being friendly, but it didn't ease the tightness in his chest. Indeed, Peter murmured, taking another sip of his drink to moisten his dry throat. As if on cue, a group of men near Sarah laughed loudly, their heads thrown back in unison. They leaned in closer to her, their bodies a barrier that shielded their conversation from Peter's view. However, snatches of their crude banter reached his ears, carried over the din of the party. [img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/gossip.png']] Man, I saw her entering a room with that old merchant some time ago. one voice slurred, his words dripping with lust. Robert trained her good, lucky bastard. Another chimed in, eliciting a chorus of lewd agreement. Peter's hand tightened around his glass, the knuckles whitening he knew the men were bragging, but jealousy and frustration warred within him, the heat of anger flushing his cheeks. He wanted to stride over there, to claim Sarah and shield her from their vulgar comments. But he was rooted to the spot, his nature wrestling with the surge of protectiveness. Peter? Erick's concerned voice cut through the haze of Peter's irritation. You look a little pale, son. Everything alright? Fine, Peter lied, his jaw set. Just... tired, is all. Maybe you should relax a bit, his dad suggested, oblivious to the storm raging inside Peter. It's a party after all. Have some fun. Fun. The word felt strange as he watched she toss her blonde hair back to listen intently to the man leaning a little bit too close to share a private joke, the man place a hand on Sarah's back, to whisper something that made her smile even wider. Peter swallowed the bitterness rising in his throat. Sure, Dad, he said, pasting on a smile that didn't reach his eyes. I'll try to loosen up. Good boy, Erick patted him on the back before turning to greet an acquaintance. Peter's gaze flicked back to Sarah, the image of her surrounded by those men burning itself into his memory. He took a deep breath, trying to quell the restless energy building within him. The night was far from over, and his resolve was beginning to fray at the edges. [img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/randomguy.png']] Another drink, Peter? a voice intruded, but he barely registered who it was or what they were saying. He nodded absently, his focus pinned on Sarah. She was the sun in their little universe, and the men revolved around her like planets drawn by gravity. Unseen by her, unseen by them, Peter felt himself relegated to the cold fringes of this system, orbiting alone. His hands clenched involuntarily as one of the men touched her arm, guiding her attention to him. Sarah's smile never wavered, her green eyes sparkling with a warmth that seemed to promise everything and nothing at the same time. They leaned in, heads close together, sharing secrets Peter could not hear, promises he could not intercept. Robert's girl has quite the crowd, someone murmured beside him. Does she? Peter's response was automatic, the words hollow. Quite the social butterfly, that is your girlfriend isn't it?. The statement hung in the air, laced with something Peter couldn't, or wouldn't define. Yes, he managed to say, watching Sarah. Must be tough, the voice continued, prodding. Watching her with all those men. Peter's gaze hardened as he turned away from the probing eyes of the other partygoer. His heart raced with an emotion he couldn't quite name, anger, fear, desire, it was a tangled web within him. Sarah was his, wasn't she? And yet, why did it feel like [[IntroStory2.3<-she belonged to everyone else in these moments?]]

Nice, aren't they? she murmured absently, but Peter barely heard her words. He watched, a knot of something unspoken tightening in his stomach, as men's eyes traced the curve of Sarah's frame, taking in her petite form with more than casual interest. His heart drummed a complex rhythm of desire and disquiet, the secret thrill of his darkest fantasies bleeding into the vibrant marketplace around them. Very nice, indeed. The voice belonged to an older vendor, whose gaze settled on Sarah with unabashed appreciation. Peter's mouth went dry as he watched the man reach for a plump strawberry and hold it out toward her. Especially for a beautiful young lady, the vendor added, a twinkle of mischief in his eye. Thank you, Sarah replied, the corners of her mouth curving into a smile that seemed to carry a hint of flirtation. Try this, the vendor urged, holding the strawberry closer. [img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/onmarket3.png']] Tell me if it's sweet enough for your taste. Sarah's lips parted slightly as she leaned forward and accepted the berry, her teeth sinking into its flesh. Juice glistened on her lips, and she laughed lightly. It's perfect, she assured the older man, her green eyes dancing with delight as she looks at him. I have some more to show you in the back of my shack, do you want to see it? I might give some for free to you if you help me choose the best ones to showcase. he winked. Your boyfriend can keep an eye on my things while we are there right? Sarah looks at Peter expectaintly waiting for his reaction. [[VendorIntro<-Let her go with the vendor]] [[NotVendorIntro<-Do not let her go with the vendor]]

Sorry, we're still looking around. Maybe next time. Peter apologized to the vendor. He motioned for Sarah to follow him as they continued browsing through the market stalls. Shall we get some for tonight? Sarah's voice broke through his reverie, her question innocent but loaded with an unintended double entendre. Sure, Peter managed, his voice steadier than he felt. They'll be great for dessert. As they moved away from the vendor's stall, Peter cast a glance back at the old man who still watched Sarah with a satisfied grin. The exchange had been brief, but its imprint lingered, igniting a fire that Peter knew would not easily be extinguished. Bags crinkled and leaves rustled as Peter and Sarah wove through the dwindling crowd of the marketplace. The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over their path, painting long shadows on the cobblestones. Their fingers were laced together, the weight of fresh produce pulling slightly at their joined hands. Think we got everything? Peter's voice was light. Everything and more, Sarah replied, her head tilting to rest against his arm comfortably, like she had found her perfect nook in the world. I can't wait to cook these up. You'll help, right? Of course, he chuckled. But remember, "help" is a relative term when it comes to my culinary skills. They shared a soft laugh, the sound mingling with the murmur of the market behind them, now just a backdrop to their own private world. Peter, Sarah started, her tone shifting to something more serious, reflective. When you're old and gray, do you think we'll still be coming to markets like this? Picking out vegetables, living quietly... Quietly? He raised an eyebrow, teasing her. You, quiet? I don't believe it for a second. Hey! She nudged him playfully, but then sighed, a dreamy look taking over her features. But really, I hope we do. It's the simple things, isn't it? They make life sweet. He squeezed her hand, feeling the sincerity in her words resonate within him. Yeah, it's the everyday moments. And whatever happens, wherever we are, I just want to be there with you. Me too. She whispered, laden with emotion. Maybe we'll have a little garden of our own, he mused, letting himself get swept up in the vision of their future. No need for the marketplace. Just you, me, and nature. Sounds idyllic, she breathed, and for a moment they walked in contemplative silence, each lost in their thoughts of a shared life not yet lived. As the marketplace faded into the distance, the reality of their intertwined dreams seemed to draw closer, as tangible as the produce they carried and as vital [[IntroStory1.5<-as the love they held for one another.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/stall.png']]<<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to "Market's Vendor">> Peter watched from their own stall, the weights of jealousy and yearning pressing down on him. He wanted Sarah to be happy, to savor new experiences, but the thought of her alone with the vendor coiled in his gut like a snake. Go on, love, he managed to say, voice tight. I'll keep an eye on things here. Are you sure? she asked, brushing her fingertips against his arm, a gesture both reassuring and tantalizing. Absolutely. His response was automatic, the words hollow in his mouth. As Sarah nodded and followed the vendor, Peter turned to their wares, arranging the fruits with mechanical precision. His mind raced, images and thoughts tangling in a knot he couldn't untie. He trusted Sarah, he reminded himself. But the trust was a thin veneer over a roiling sea of doubt. Sarah's glance was fleeting, a spark of mischief in her emerald eyes as she stepped into the vendor's dimly lit shack behind the shack. Peter felt the catch in his throat as he watched her disappear behind the wooden door, the latch clicking softly behind her. He shuffled to a spot where the view of their own fruit stall remained unobstructed, heart thumping against his ribs. Apples! Oranges! Berries! he called out half-heartedly to the passersby, each word punctuated by an attempt to anchor himself in the present moment. His fingers trembled as they brushed over the velvety skin of peaches, the distraction feeble against the backdrop of his racing mind. From within the shack, the muffled sounds of movement reached him, a subtle shuffle, the faint brush of fabric. Peter leaned closer to a crate of plums, pretending to inspect them, while his ears strained for clarity. A soft sigh whispered through the thin walls, carrying with it the weight of unspoken secrets. Would you like to try a sample? he asked the next customer, voice cracking slightly. The words felt hollow, bouncing off the surface of his consciousness like stones skimming water. Another sound, this one possibly a stifled moan, barely audible over the market's din, sent a jolt through him. Delicious, he heard Sarah murmur from inside, though to what she referred, Peter could not see. The vendor's low chuckle followed, rich and knowing, sending Peter's imagination into a tailspin. Everything here is ripe and ready, he told a man eyeing his strawberries, his own double entendre not lost on him as he placed the fruit in their hands. The shack seemed to exude an energy now, a rhythmic thrum that Peter felt in his bones. Was it the creak of the wooden floor, or something more? His gaze flickered between the fruit and the shack's door, the latter holding a gravity he couldn't escape. Thank you, said a customer, snapping him back to the momentary relief of transaction. But the respite was fleeting; the shack's silence now screamed louder than any sound, filling Peter with an uneasy anticipation, a desire for revelation [[VendorIntro2<-mingled with fear of its form.]]

Peter shuffled the apples into a more eye-catching pyramid, his hands once again mechanically adjusting the display while his ears strained for the sounds spilling from the vendor's shack. A muffled giggle, wet and ripe as the peaches he tenderly arranged, twisted his insides with a cocktail of emotions. Sir, how much for these? a man inquired, his hand hovering over a bunch of grapes. Two for a coin, Peter replied, trying to remember the vendor's prices. Are they sweet? he asked. I guess so, he replied trying to dismiss the man. As the man nodded and exchanged money for the grapes, Peter caught sight of the shack door swinging open. Sarah stepped out, a flush on her cheeks and a dampness darkening the fabric on her chest. The vendor followed, an all-too-satisfied smirk etched across his face. [img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/stains.png']] Sarah, what.. What happened in there? Peter stammered, eyes flicking between the stains and her face. Relax, it's just fruit juice, Sarah laughed it off, dabbing at the marks with the back of her hand. We got a little carried away with the tasting. Carried away? Peter echoed, the words sticking in his throat like pith. Absolutely, she continued, her smile never wavering. You should have seen the size of the mangos he had! I couldn't help myself. Right, mangos, Peter muttered, skepticism lacing his tone as he remembered the low chuckles and furtive whispers. Trust me, darling, she said, stepping closer to smooth out the crease that had formed between his brows. If anything else happened, you'd be the first to know. Her reassurance did little to settle the unease in his chest, but faced with her unwavering gaze, he swallowed his doubts. Okay, he conceded, forcing a tight-lipped smile. Come here, if you still have doubts... Sarah beckoned, her green eyes glowing with a mischievous glint as she wiped at her chest. Taste yourself how sweet the juice is. She leaned in, lips puckered, offering herself for a kiss. Peter's gaze flickered over to the vendor who watched on, a self-satisfied grin plastered across his face. The sight of it tightened something in Peter's gut. He took an imperceptible step back, shaking his head ever so slightly. Um, not here love, he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. Really? Sarah teased with a raised eyebrow, a laugh bubbling from her throat. Since when do you refuse a kiss from your own girlfriend? Since.. Since we have people around, Peter deflected, his eyes darting away from hers. Fine, suit yourself, Sarah shrugged, turning her attention back to the colorful fruits arrayed before them. Peter watched her for a moment, the way she effortlessly charmed the passing customers with her radiant smile and light banter. A twinge of guilt nipped at him for doubting her, yet the shadows of suspicion refused to be entirely dismissed. Let's head out, Peter said, a firm nod to Sarah [[IntroStory1.5<-as they left the stall behind.]]

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Peter's fingers trembled slightly as they found the cold metal of the key. He pressed it to the lock, the voices and moans barely muffled by the heavy wooden barrier of the tavern room door. His heart pounded against his ribs, a silent drumbeat in the quiet corridor. Easy, he whispered to himself, willing his hands to steady. The key slid into the lock with a hush, betraying no hint of his presence. He paused, listening to the crescendo of a feminine sigh from within, followed by the deep murmur of a man's voice. Peter closed his eyes for a fraction of a second, swallowing the knot of emotion that lodged itself in his throat. With meticulous care, he began to turn the key. The lock resisted at first, then yielded, the tumblers falling into place without a sound. He held his breath, acutely aware of every shuffle and whisper on the other side of the door. Please, Sarah's voice floated through the wood, laced with a need that twisted Peter's insides. It wasn't meant for him, but it clawed at him all the same. Shh, darling, you'll get what you want, another voice reassured, a low rumble that made Peter's grip on the key tighten. He turned the key fully, the click of the unlocked mechanism sounding like thunder to his ears. Yet, the room beyond remained undisturbed, caught up in its own world of pleasure, a world where Peter stood on the threshold. The door gave way to a whisper of movement as Peter nudged it open, the gap no wider than a sliver. He pressed his face close, the shadows of the dimly lit room concealing him like a cloak. Sarah was the epicenter of attention, her body a canvas for the men who painted their lust upon her with fervent strokes. Their hands were everywhere, grasping, claiming, while Sarah, his Sarah. Gods, you're perfect, one man groaned, his voice rough with desire. More... Sarah breathed out, her plea wrapped in the sultry timbre of her voice. Take what you want from her, one man commanded, his voice a low growl that resonated in the charged air. Use me, Sarah urged, her words laced with an eagerness that belied the submissive pose she held beneath them. The room echoed with the slap of skin on skin, punctuated by Sarah's increasingly fervent cries. Each moan was a note in a carnal melody, resonating with the depth of her surrender. She writhed, giving herself over to the relentless rhythm they set, her pleasure amplified by the raw power of their possession Peter's knuckles whitened as they gripped the door frame. He peered through the thin sliver of space, his breath shallow, the sight before him a blade twisting in his heart. Are you enjoying this? one of the men asked Sarah, his voice thick with desire. Yes... she replied, her tone breathy and laden with pleasure. The words struck Peter like a physical blow, igniting an inferno of jealousy that warred with the undeniable heat coursing through his veins. Each syllable was a paradox, both a dagger and a caress, echoing the turmoil that consumed him. Good whore, another man praised, his voice a deep rumble of approval. <<if $pChastity>>The chastity device felt like a vice around Peter's arousal, a cruel reminder of his place in this twisted tableau. It constricted with every heartbeat, the metal cold and unyielding against his skin. Pain laced with pleasure, an exquisite torment that held him captive.<</if>> Show us how much you want it, a third man commanded. Please, Sarah moaned, the word a surrender to their demands and her own desires. Tension coiled within Peter, each drawn-out moment stretching into eternity. He fought the impulse to burst into the room, to flee from the agony of his longing. Instead, he remained still, a silent sentinel to the passion that unfolded mere feet from where he stood. Does she satisfy you? a voice inquired, almost casually. Beyond measure, came the gruff response. Peter exhaled slowly, the sound lost amidst the flesh and satisfaction. His body trembled with the effort to remain unnoticed, to be the observer and not the participant. The duality of his emotions left him adrift, caught between the ache to intervene and the throes of voyeuristic thrill. Mhmm, Sarah gasped, her plea ringing in Peter's ears. Give this harlot what she deserves, the first man echoed, an edge of command lacing his words. Silently, Peter acquiesced to the unspoken order, his eyes betraying nothing of the storm that raged within. He watched, transfixed by the spectacle, the torment of his denied release a bitter echo of the pleasure he witnessed. Sarah's back arched, a silhouette against the dim candlelight. Her breath hitched as one man withdrew, only for another to press forward eagerly. They moved with a primal urgency, each seeking to outdo the other's fervor. Like that? one grunted, his hands gripping her hips. Yes, she hissed through clenched teeth, the simple affirmation laced with raw need. Peter's knuckles whitened on the doorframe, his own body responding despite the cold metal constraining him. He could almost feel the heat of their bodies, the slick sound of skin on skin reaching him like a phantom caress. You can do it... Harder... The room filled with the sounds of forceful compliance, the bed creaking under the weight of their actions. With every thrust, every slap of flesh, Peter felt a surge of something perilously close to pride. She was his, yet here she was theirs. God, you're tight, how you manage whore another praised, breathless as he set a punishing rhythm. A coy smirk in her moans, though her face was hidden from Peter's sight. He watched, helplessly entranced, as Sarah undulated beneath the hands of strangers, her pleasure mounting with each moment. The men were relentless, driven by her pleas, their movements becoming more frenetic. Sarah met them thrust for thrust, her cries punctuating the heavy air. The boundary between pain and pleasure blurred until all that remained was their shared ecstasy. Peter's eyes never wavered, the scene before him an intoxicating blend of beauty and debauchery that seared itself into his memory. Each moan, each gasp from Sarah was a note that called to something base within him. Is this what you wanted? one of the men growled, his question rhetorical, swallowed by the intensity of their coupling. Yes.. So.. Good... Sarah breathed out, her voice a tremor of satisfaction. Peter's fingers trembled as he reached for the door, easing it closed with a soft click that resonated like a gunshot in his tumultuous mind. He pressed his back against the cool wood, the barrier between his wife's world of carnal abandon and his silent vigil. His heart drummed a chaotic rhythm, desire and jealousy clashing within him. Damn it, he whispered to himself, the words barely audible over the hammering in his chest. Why does this feel right? He slid down the door until he perched on his heels, his hands clenched into fists. <<if $pChastity>>The metal cage around his arousal felt tighter than ever, a cruel reminder of his role in this twisted tableau.<</if>> Peter shut his eyes, trying to erase the image of Sarah writhing in ecstasy, but it was etched into his memory, a relentless torment. Doesn't make sense, he muttered, his voice a strained choke. I should hate this. But he didn't. The reality gnawed at his conscience, an insatiable worm feasting on the forbidden fruit of his psyche. He envisioned himself in their place, claiming Sarah with the same primal fervor, yet the thought brought no relief, only a deeper plunge into the abyss of his own paradoxical craving. Should be me, he said, the words a plea to an unseen arbiter of his desires. Not them. The silence of the hallway mocked him, the absence of judgment more condemning than any spoken reproach. Peter rose unsteadily to his feet, his legs numb and uncooperative. He leaned heavily against the door, the solid presence both a support and a symbol of the distance between him and Sarah. Can't keep doing this, he breathed out, his voice steadying with resolve. But even as he spoke, doubt crept into the corners of his mind, an insidious whisper that caressed his darkest longings. Is this love? he asked the empty hall, seeking answers in the shadows. Or am I just another perversion? No response came, leaving him alone with the tangled web of his thoughts. Peter knew he had to face Sarah eventually, to confront the reality they had woven together. But for now, he remained anchored to the spot, a man adrift in a sea of conflicting emotions, [[Upstairs<-searching for the shore.]]

1 - 2 Peter's hands trembled as he reached out, the key cold and solid between his fingers. His knuckles whitened as he guided it towards the lock, the metal grazing against the brass with a faint whisper of contact. He took a deep breath, trying to steady the wild racing of his heart, a cacophony of emotions warring within him. "Easy does it, Pete," he murmured to himself, his voice barely above a hush. The anticipation was like a living thing in his gut, coiling tighter with each second that passed. With a practiced motion, he slid the key home. It resisted for a fraction of a heartbeat before yielding to his insistence, the tumblers aligning with a soft click that seemed to echo through the silent corridor. He paused, the sound hammering in his ears, then pressed his palm against the cool wood of the door. "Alright," Peter whispered, granting himself one final moment of respite from what lay beyond. "No turning back now." He turned the key. The lock gave way with an almost imperceptible creak, begrudgingly parting its jaws to allow him entrance—or perhaps to ensnare him further in the web of his own complex desires. "Gods be with me," he exhaled, the words lost in the musty air of the hallway as he nudged the door open just enough to slip his gaze through the narrow gap. 3 - 4 Peter's sight, once narrowed to the sliver of possibility, now expanded into a tableau of transgression. Sarah, his wife, was ensnared in the grasp of another, her lithe form bending and arching in a tempest of passion that surged through the dim tavern room. The man, a mere shadow entwined with her pale luminosity, moved with an urgency that belied the quietude of their surroundings. "Sarah," Peter's voice was a rasp, strangled by the surge of betrayal that gripped his throat. The word fell dead before it could fully bloom into the stifling air between them, unheard or simply ignored. The flicker of candlelight played tricks on the eyes, casting elongated silhouettes against the rough-hewn walls. These specters danced to the rhythm of the lovers' union—a macabre ballet choreographed by desire and shaded with secrecy. "Please," he tried again, the plea barely audible over the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears. It was a whisper against the storm, a feeble attempt to reclaim what was slipping through his fingers like grains of sand. But the scene before him remained unchanged, unyielding to his quiet desperation. Shadows merged and twisted, as if they were mocking him, drawing him in while simultaneously pushing him away from the very spectacle that held him captive. "Stop," he finally managed, a little louder this time, but the word hung limp and lifeless in the void between what was and what could no longer be. He was a ghost at his own feast, unseen and unheard, a spectator shackled by his own acquiescence. The shadows mocked him still, their dance a cruel reminder of the chasm that had opened beneath his feet—a chasm into which he was inexorably falling. 5 - 6 Peter's hand trembled, a silent witness to the scene unfurling before his disbelieving eyes. His breath hitched, lodged in his throat like a shard of glass as he watched another man's hands claim ownership over Sarah's slender waist. The grip was tight, fingers digging into the soft flesh with an authority that spoke volumes of the bond between possession and surrender. "More, please... more," Sarah gasped, her voice laced with unchecked passion. Her moans cascaded through the room, each one a note in an intimate concerto that resonated with Peter's deepest fears and desires. "Is this what you want?" the man's voice rumbled, deep and commanding. "Yes, yes... don't stop," she pleaded, back arching as she sought to meet every movement, every assertion of his presence within her. Peter clenched his fists, knuckles whitening. He wanted to scream, to shatter the heavy silence that enveloped him, but his voice was a prisoner to the cacophony of Sarah's ecstasy. "Tell me you're mine," demanded the man, his tone brooking no argument. "Yours," she affirmed breathlessly, "I'm all yours." Each word was a lash upon Peter's heart, yet he stood rooted, unable to tear himself away. Sarah's moans grew louder, bolder, filling the space with the undeniable evidence of her pleasure. It was a symphony that both enflamed and eviscerated him, notes of delight interwoven with the discordant strings of betrayal. "Look at you," the man murmured, almost to himself, "Such perfection." In the dimness, Peter could see Sarah's nod, her agreement a silent dagger. She was lost to the moment, to the man who was not her husband, and Peter was nothing but a shadow, a ghost haunting the fringes of her infidelity. "Never enough," she whispered, her words spilling out amidst pants and sighs. "Never," the man echoed, his voice a low growl of satisfaction. The dance of shadows continued, an echo of the dance of bodies intertwined on the bed. Peter felt a chill seep into his bones, a cold realization that he was an outsider looking in on a world where he no longer had a place. With a final, ragged exhale, Sarah's voice rose in a crescendo, her climax a piercing note that fractured the last vestiges of Peter's composure. He stepped back, the spell of voyeurism broken by the sharp ache of loss. "Good girl," the man praised, his words barely audible to Peter as he turned away, the sound of his own heartbeat deafening him to all else. Retreating into the shadows, Peter realized the room had become a mausoleum for his marriage, for his dreams. Sarah's moans still echoed in his ears, a torturous reminder of what he had just witnessed, and what he could never unsee. 7 - 8 The man's grip tightened, a stark contrast to the softness of Sarah's skin. His movements were deliberate, each push and pull a clear assertion of dominance. Peter watched, his fists clenched at his sides, as Sarah yielded, her body bending to accommodate the forceful rhythm set by her lover. "Is this what you want?" the man demanded, his voice gruff with lust. Sarah nodded, her breath hitching. "Yes," she gasped, "just like that." Peter's heart thudded painfully in his chest as he struggled against the urge to storm inside and reclaim what was his. Yet, his feet remained rooted to the spot, betraying him with their inaction. The sounds of their union—skin slapping against skin, the rustle of bedsheets, Sarah's unabashed cries—filled the air, a relentless assault on Peter's senses. "Tell me you're mine," the man ordered, his tone brooking no argument. "Yours," Sarah moaned in response, her voice laced with pleasure. Peter's eyes stung, a mixture of anger and longing festering within him. He wanted to scream, to break down the door and end this mockery of his marriage. But he could do nothing but watch, the voyeur of his own heartache. "Again," the man said, his words thick with desire. "Yours, I'm yours," Sarah repeated, louder now, her submission feeding the man's fervor. The echo of their passionate encounter lingered long after Peter had turned away, the resonance of it haunting him as he staggered blindly through the corridor, every echoing step a reminder of his powerlessness, his silent acquiescence to a role he never wished to play. 9 - 10 Peter's gaze locked onto the sight before him, a tableau of raw carnality that seared itself into his memory. Sarah was a vision of debauched elegance, her body undulating in rhythm with the man who claimed her with an intensity that bordered on reverence. Her spine curved, creating an arch that seemed to call out to the heavens themselves as she reveled in the pleasure of being filled completely. "More," she whispered, the single word a litany of lust. The man grunted in response, his actions speaking the language of primal need as he complied with Sarah's request. The sound of their flesh meeting reverberated through the dimly lit room, punctuated by Sarah's gasps and the man's labored breaths. Peter felt a knot form in his stomach, tight and unyielding. Desire warred with anger inside him, each emotion clawing for dominance. He was torn between wanting to join them and the urge to wrench himself away from the spectacle of his wife's ecstasy with another. The sense of helplessness gnawed at him, an insidious whisper that told him he was less of a man for standing there, watching, doing nothing. "Is this what you want?" Sarah asked, her voice rising above the cacophony of their coupling. "Yes, damn you," the man replied, his tone guttural, conveying possession and a hunger that knew no bounds. Peter pressed his back against the cool wall outside the room, the rough texture grounding him to the moment. His heart thundered in his chest, each beat echoing the tumult of emotions that threatened to spill over. He was a statue bearing witness to a scene not meant for his eyes, yet unable to tear himself away. "Tell me again," the stranger demanded, relentless in his pursuit of her surrender. "Yours," Sarah cried out, and the word was a dagger to Peter's heart. "Say my name," the man coaxed, or perhaps commanded; it was hard to tell through the haze of passion. "James," she moaned, and with that utterance, a part of Peter fractured, a silent break that went unnoticed amidst the crescendo of their lovemaking. He could only watch, listen, and feel the storm within as Sarah gave herself over to the whims of another. 11 - 12 In the dim glow of the chamber, Peter's shadow stretched long and thin. He stood, a silent sentinel, bearing witness to the culmination of his wife's carnal indulgence. His heart plummeted, a stone in a deep well of anguish, realizing he was nothing more than an observer to Sarah's ecstasy. "Harder," Sarah gasped, her voice a blend of command and plea. The man, James, complied with a fervor that left no doubt of his intent to claim every ounce of pleasure. Sarah responded with wild abandon, her cries crescendoing into a chorus that resonated within Peter's hollow chest. "Look at me," James ordered, a tone of triumph lacing his words. Sarah's eyelids fluttered open, her gaze meeting that of her lover. Their connection was a palpable force, a testament to the raw passion they shared—a sight that twisted the knife deeper into Peter's heart. "Yours," she affirmed breathlessly, sealing her submission. "Always," James growled, his movements reaching a ferocious peak. A shudder coursed through Sarah's body as she climaxed, her voice a siren's call that echoed off the stone walls. The finality of the moment hung heavy in the air, a curtain falling on the act that had unfolded before Peter's eyes. James withdrew, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. Sarah lay beneath him, a portrait of satisfaction, her skin shimmering with the sheen of exertion. She drew in ragged breaths, each one a note of contentment that resonated with the silent hum of the room. "Did I please you?" Sarah whispered, her words for James alone. "Beyond words," he replied, his voice softening, revealing a hint of vulnerability beneath his dominance. Peter could only watch, the realization dawning that he had become a mere footnote in the narrative of his own marriage. His presence faded into the background, just another shadow among the many cast by the flickering candlelight. 13 - 13 Peter's fingers trembled as he reached for the door, cool metal of the handle biting into his palm. With a silent motion, he eased it shut, the click of the latch a soft punctuation to Sarah’s cries still ringing in his ears. He lingered but a moment, eyes closed against the sting of betrayal. "Sarah," he murmured, the name a shard of glass on his tongue. Turning away, Peter's steps were shadowed, each one heavier than the last as he moved down the corridor. The stones beneath his feet felt cold and unyielding, much like the revelation that seared through his mind. "Is everything alright, Pete?" a voice called from the dimness. He halted, drawing a shallow breath, and faced the innkeeper who peered at him with quizzical eyes. "Fine," Peter lied, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just... needed some air." "Your wife's been asking after you," the innkeeper continued, a brow arching, a hint of knowing in his gaze. "Tell her I've stepped out," he replied, the words automatic, his heart not in them. "Will do. You take care now," the innkeeper said, clapping Peter on the back before turning away. Left alone again, Peter paused, the exchange replaying in his head as if from a distance. A hollow laugh escaped him, bitter and short-lived. He had become skilled at wearing the mask of composure, even as inside, chaos reigned. "Careful there, Pete," he chastised himself softly. "Can't let them see you break." With resolve that felt brittle, he slipped into the night. The shadows embraced him, a comfort and a shroud, as he vanished from sight.

Peter's hand trembled on the doorknob as he pushed the door open, stepping into the dimly lit living room. The air was thick with tension, a presence looming before him even before his eyes adjusted to the room's shadows. Lord Robert, an imposing figure even seated, turned his head slowly to meet Peter's gaze. [img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/lordrobert2.png']] Hello, Peter, Lord Robert said, his voice low and smooth, like the slide of a knife across a whetstone. Sarah sat rigid beside him, her green eyes wide and fixed on a spot on the floor. Her pale skin seemed drained of all color, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Lord Robert, Peter acknowledged, his throat dry, each word sticking like thorns. He closed the door behind him with a quiet click that resounded through the room like a closing coffin lid. Come now, have a seat, Lord Robert gestured towards the empty chair opposite him, the one that felt miles away despite being just a few steps from where Peter stood. We were just discussing family matters. Sarah's gaze flicked up to Peter for a fleeting moment, a silent plea etched into her delicate features before she quickly looked away again. Peter moved to the chair, the weight of Lord Robert's stare pressing down on him, pushing the air out of his lungs. Family matters? Peter echoed, sinking into the chair, his body language submissive yet fraught with an undercurrent of protectiveness towards Sarah. Indeed, Lord Robert leaned back, regarding Peter with a scrutinizing look. The dynamics of our little... arrangement. Sarah shifted beside Lord Robert, a small noise caught in her throat. She darted a glance at Peter, her lips parting but no words coming out. The feudal lord put a hand on her shoulder, his thumb stroking the bare skin there in a gesture that belied a possessive intimacy. Your wife here, Lord Robert continued. Has been most accommodating in your... absences. I... Peter started, but the words lodged there, unspoken. His eyes stayed on Sarah, whose own eyes begged for [[DebtRepayment2.1<-something he wasn't sure he could give.]]

The metallic clink of the guard's belt buckle echoed in the dimly lit room, sending a shiver down Peter's spine. He watched as the imposing man unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants to the floor, revealing his erect member. A knot formed in Peter's stomach, the unwanted encounter looming over him like an ominous cloud. [img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/guardPenis.png']] Sit, Lord Robert commanded, gesturing towards the sofa beside the guard. Beside him. Peter hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath and swallowing the bile that threatened to rise up in his throat. He couldn't afford to defy Lord Robert, not with his precious Sarah at stake. Reluctantly, he moved to obey. Please, Lord Robert, is there no other way? he pleaded, aware of how futile his question was but unable to keep quiet. Silence! Lord Robert barked, his voice cold and unforgiving. You will do as you're told. Peter clenched his fists, feeling the nails dig into his palms. The power dynamics at play were painfully clear, Lord Robert held all the cards, and there was nothing Peter could do but follow orders. He sat down on the edge of the sofa, acutely aware of the guard's nakedness beside him. His mind raced, searching for some means of escape or reprieve but coming up empty. Very good, Lord Robert sneered, clearly enjoying Peter's discomfort. Now, let the show begin. As Peter stared at the floor, trying to block out the reality of what was about to happen, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear, anger, and humiliation. He knew that he had no choice but to submit to Lord Robert's twisted desires, but the thought of being forced to watch Sarah in the arms of another man was almost too much to bear. The room seemed to close in on itself, a suffocating atmosphere enveloping Peter and Sarah as Lord Robert's guard stood before them. The silence was deafening, punctuated only by the steady sound of their own breathing. In that moment, Peter felt like he was drowning in a sea of emotions. Enough stalling, Lord Robert snapped, his voice echoing through the tense silence. Sarah, proceed. Sarah's eyes, met Peter's for just a moment before she turned her gaze downward. It was clear she felt as powerless and submissive as he did, but there was nothing either of them could do to change the situation. As much as Peter wanted to protect her, he knew that defying Lord Robert would only lead to more pain and suffering for both of them. Come here, the guard ordered, [[DebtRepayment2.4<-his voice gruff and commanding.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/lordrobert2.png']] Speechless? I understand, Lord Robert's chuckle was devoid of humor. It's not every day a man finds himself indebted to another in such a peculiar way. Peter clenched his fists, the fabric of his trousers bunching under his grip. The room felt smaller, the walls inching closer with every second Lord Robert's smile stretched wider. Let us be clear, Lord Robert said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. I am not a patient man, Peter. But I am fair. Your wife understands this, don't you, my dear? Sarah nodded, a quick jerk of her head, her blonde hair catching the light as it moved. Yes, Father, she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Good, Lord Robert purred, turning his attention back to Peter. Now, let us proceed with why we're really here. Lord Robert's icy gaze fixed on Peter, the silence stretching between them like a drawn bowstring. The payment, Peter,he said, his tone sharp as steel. I trust you have my money. Peter's hands felt clammy, his throat tight as he faced the imposing figure before him. <<if $coins >= 2000>>[[DebtRepayment2 Ok<-Pay Lord Robert.]]<<else>>Pay Lord Robert. Not enough coins.<</if>> [[DebtRepayment2 NotOk<-Say that you don't have enough to pay him.]]

Peter's heart hammered against his chest, a relentless drumbeat that threatened to betray his outward calm. He could feel the grip of fear and anger vying for control within him, each emotion as sharp and tumultuous as the other. His gaze locked onto the guard's movements, every muscle in his body tensing as if preparing for a blow he knew he was powerless to stop. <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 30, 0, 100) >> Sarah's movements betraying the internal battle between fear and the obedience ingrained from her upbringing. Her lips parted, but no sound escaped, only a small, shaky breath that seemed to echo in the tense silence of the room. [img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/sadlook.png']] Her gaze dropped to the polished floor, her delicate fingers knotting together as if they were the only things keeping her anchored in that unbearable moment. Her shoulders hunched ever so slightly, a subtle testament to the weight of Lord Robert's command pressing down upon her. Lord Robert, watching with an undeniable glint of satisfaction, barely inclined his head, a motion almost imperceptible to anyone not attuned to his cruel form of communication. It was the silent signal, the one that set the wheels of degradation in motion. The guard, understanding instantly, shifted his stance, anticipation tightening his features. He remained silent, knowing well his role in the twisted display of power unfolding before him. Come now, let us not dawdle, Lord Robert said, his voice smooth as silk yet laced with the venom of impatience. We have a debt to repay, do we not? Peter swallowed hard, struggling to find his voice. This isn't right, he managed to say, the words barely above a whisper, but they hung heavy in the air, charged with his inner turmoil. Right? Lord Robert chuckled, a sound devoid of humor. My dear boy, judging is a luxury afforded by those who hold the power. And you, unfortunately, are not in such a position. The guard sat beside Sarah, towering over her as she remained motionless, an unwilling participant in this cruel charade. Peter’s stomach churned at the sight, his mind racing with thoughts of defiance, of protection, yet knowing full well the consequences of any attempt to intervene. Sarah, Peter called softly, his voice laden with concern. She didn't respond, didn't even flinch, it was as though she had retreated into a shell where the harsh reality of the room could not reach her. Look at me, he pleaded, his words barely audible over the tension that buzzed through the air like an electric current. Lord Robert's laughter sliced through the silence. Oh, come now, Peter. You do realize she has no choice but to obey. His tone dripped with sadistic pleasure, each word a barb designed to remind them of their place. Peter's jaw clenched, his eyes darting from his wife's distant figure to the guard who loomed beside her, a silent sentinel of authority. The guard's presence was a constant reminder of Lord Robert's command, a symbol of the power he wielded over them both. Isn't there another way? Peter asked, desperation creeping into his voice, his throat tight with unshed emotion. I can work, I can find the money. Ah, but you said that last time didn't you? Lord Robert countered, his smirk widening. He leaned back, relishing the control he held over the scene that was about to unfold. A man needs to learn to be true to his words. Please, Sarah's voice emerged, a hoarse whisper that seemed to carry the weight of her despair. Peter's heart broke for the fear he heard in that single word, the plea for a mercy that would not come. Enough of this, Lord Robert snapped. We have dallied long enough. Remember your place, Peter, Lord Robert said. And let her remember hers. Peter's gaze stayed locked on her face, searching for any sign of the woman he loved behind the veil of fear that had descended upon her. In that moment, he realized the true extent of their helplessness, the bitter taste of powerlessness that filled his mouth. And all he could do was watch, bearing silent witness to the unfolding tragedy, his love for Sarah a tormenting echo in the [[DebtRepayment2.3<-oppressive stillness of the room.]]

Peter watched as Sarah hesitated for a moment, then slowly stand in front of the guard. The man's impressive length was now fully exposed, and despite his feelings of frustration and discomfort, Peter couldn't help but feel a pang of arousal at the sight. He hated himself for it, but there was no denying the effect it had on him. <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 30, 0, 100) >> Kneel, the guard said, gesturing to the floor. Please don't make me do this, Sarah whispered, her voice barely audible. Quiet! Lord Robert barked, silencing her instantly. You will do as you're told, or there will be consequences for both of you. [img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/kneel.png']] Peter fought the urge to intervene, knowing that doing so would only put Sarah in greater danger. Instead, he clenched his fists and tried to focus on his own thoughts and emotions, hoping that somehow he would find the strength to endure this ordeal. Peter, Sarah said softly as she knelt before the guard. Sarah, I love you, Peter whispered back, his heart aching with every word. I'm so sorry. As Sarah reluctantly began her task, Peter could only watch and listen, feeling more helpless than ever before. He knew that this moment would haunt him for the rest of his life, but he had no choice but to endure it, not just for his own sake, but for Sarah's as well. The pungent scent of the guard's arousal filled the air, a sensory detail that both Peter and Sarah found impossible to ignore. The tension in the room increased exponentially as Peter clenched his fists tighter, struggling to maintain control of his emotions. Get your hair out of the way, I want a clear view the guard ordered, eyeing Sarah with impatience. Sarah's hands trembled as she reached for her blonde locks, securing them into a ponytail. The simple act highlighted her submissive role in the events about to unfold, and Peter couldn't help but feel a surge of protective anger towards Lord Robert, the man responsible for putting them in this situation. Remember, I'm watching every move you make, Lord Robert warned, folding his arms across his chest. Do not disappoint me. Sarah turned her gaze to her husband for a brief moment before lowering her eyes to the floor. As the guard positioned himself closer to Sarah, Peter could hear his heart pounding in his ears. He wanted nothing more than to put an end to this humiliating experience and protect his wife from further degradation, but he knew that any attempt to do so would only lead to greater suffering for them both. Come on, the guard snapped, grabbing Sarah by the arm and yanking her forward. You know what you have to do. Peter's mind raced as he searched for a solution, any way to free them from their torment. But he found none. In the face of Lord Robert's power and authority, they were utterly helpless. As the scene continued to unfold before him, Peter's thoughts turned inward, seeking solace in his love for his wife and the knowledge that they shared an unbreakable bond. It was a small comfort amidst the overwhelming sense of helplessness, but it was all he had to cling to in that moment. Her lips parting to accept the guard's imposing length. Peter clenched his fists, [[DebtRepayment2.5<-unable to tear his gaze away from the scene before him.]]

Good girl, the guard sneered, gripping the base of his shaft with one hand as he watched Sarah comply. Now get to work. <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 30, 0, 100) >> As if on cue, the room filled with wet sounds, a perverse symphony that served as a constant reminder of the degrading act taking place. Each slurp and gasp tore at Peter's heart, fueling his anger and humiliation. [img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/bjguard.png']] See, Peter? This is what your precious wife was made for, Lord Robert taunted, his voice dripping with malice. Don't you agree? She is not Peter gritted his teeth, his entire body trembling with rage. Ah, but I'm afraid it is, Lord Robert replied, his grin widening. You see, women like Sarah are born for this purpose. To serve men, to please them. Don't be so selfish, Peter. Let her fulfill her destiny. Destiny? Peter spat, his mind racing with thoughts of defiance. This isn't destiny. This is cruelty. Perhaps, Lord Robert conceded, shrugging nonchalantly. But here, such distinctions are meaningless. With each passing second, Peter's heart sank lower. He tried to focus on Sarah's strength, the love they shared, and the life they had built together. But as the wet sounds continued to echo through the room, he found himself increasingly consumed by despair and something else. Remember your debt next time, Peter, Lord Robert said. Find a way to make this right. Lord Robert said, his eyes never leaving the scene before him. Or else there will be consequences far worse than what you're witnessing now. As the room continued to resonate with the intimate and [[DebtRepayment2.6<-degrading nature of the encounter.]]

<<set $timerSarahSexTavern to $datenow>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastOral to "Lord Robert's guard">>Peter's gaze locked onto Sarah's eyes, which shimmered with a mixture of determination and fear. The room was filled with the wet sounds of her submission, and Peter's body tensed as he clenched his fists in frustration.<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 30, 0, 100) >> [img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/bjguard2.png']] Ah, that's it, the guard grunted, grabbing a handful of Sarah's blonde hair, guiding her movements to match his desires. Just like that. Please... just don't hurt her, Peter whispered, desperation evident in his voice. But his plea seemed to go unheard, the guard ignored him entirely, focused only on his own pleasure. Shut up, Peter, Lord Robert snapped. Don't be dramatic. Sarah's eyes flickered to Peter briefly, acknowledging his concern, before returning to the task at hand. There was a newfound urgency in her actions, her hands gripping the guard's thighs as she bobbed her head with increased speed and intensity. Such a good whore, the guard praised, smirking down at Sarah. You were born for this, weren't you? Sarah gagged as the guard pushed deeper into her throat, causing tears to well up in her eyes. Peter's heart ached at the sight, feeling helpless to intervene. Stop it! Peter cried out, unable to contain his anguish any longer. Can't you see you're hurting her? Peter why you need to do such a scene Lord Robert said. He is being such a gentleman why you whining over it? Peter closed his eyes, trying to block out the scene before him. But even in the darkness, he could still hear Sarah's choked gasps and the guard's demanding thrusts. How could he ever make this right, when the world seemed so determined to break them apart? Sarah, I swear... Peter began but was interrupted by the guard's guttural moan. Cumming! Take it you little harlot! With a final, forceful push, the guard held Sarah's head down, his grip unforgiving as she struggled to accommodate his full length. Take it all, the guard commanded, his voice laced with arrogance. Sarah's eyes watered, the sheer force of the act causing her to gag once more. Despite the humiliation and discomfort, the guard showed no signs of relenting, his breathing growing ragged as he neared his release. Ah, there it is, the guard groaned, his dominance culminating as he released directly into Sarah's stomach. Her body shuddered involuntarily and her hands hold forcefully the guard's thighs, and Peter's heart ached for her, knowing that they both would carry the weight of this encounter for a long time. Bravo,Lord Robert said, clapping his hands together [[DebtRepayment2.7<-with a sinister grin.]]

<<set $repaymentEventReady to false>> A fine performance, indeed. Now, get out of my sight. he continued, his tone bored now that he had witnessed the degrading act. <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 30, 0, 100) >> Thank you, my lord, the guard said, pulling away from Sarah with a satisfied sigh. Get out, Lord Robert repeated, his voice harsh with impatience. The guard complied, hastily dressing and leaving the room with a smug smirk. Sarah remained on the sofa, tears streaming down her face, cum still smeared across her lips. Please, Peter whispered, the word barely audible, even to himself. He clenched his fists at his side, feeling utterly powerless in Lord Robert's presence. Look at what you've done, Peter Lord Robert taunted, his satisfaction palpable. You've reduced your precious wife to nothing more than a plaything for my guards. I hope you're proud of yourself. Sarah, Peter choked out, trying to reach for her, but Lord Robert forcefully pushed him back. Remember your place, Peter, Lord Robert warned, his power and control evident as he left the room, slamming the door behind him. The chilling echo of the slammed door reverberated through the room, Peter's gaze never leaving Sarah's tear-streaked face. [img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/bjguard3.png']] Sarah, Peter whispered again, his voice trembling with worry and regret. He moved to her side, gently wiping away the remnants of the guard's release from her lips, scent of sex on her face. I'm so sorry. Peter, she said softly, her voice strained from the ordeal. I know, his mind racing with thoughts of what they faced. I will find a way, Sarah. The humiliating image of Sarah on her knees before the guard haunted him<<if $pChastity>>, as did the undeniable arousal it had ignited, locked away inside his cage<</if>>. I will make this right, Sarah. he whispered to himself, [[House<-his voice resolute.]]

Peter's hand trembled slightly on the doorknob, his entrance into the living room halting as his gaze landed on the unexpected sight before him. Lord Robert, a figure of imposing authority and dread, sat too close for comfort beside Sarah on the plush sofa. His wife, a vision of disheveled beauty, looked up with wide, green eyes that flashed a silent plea. [img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/withRobert.png']] Lord Robert, Peter managed to say, his voice a quiet intrusion in the thick air of the room. To what do we owe the honor? Sarah's chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, her usual flirty demeanor absent in the shadow of the feudal lord's grim presence. Peter's heart raced at the sight of her unease, a knot forming in his stomach as he closed the door behind him. Peter, Lord Robert's voice was like gravel, a low rumble that filled the space between them. You should teach your wife not to keep such... disturbing company. Is everything alright, my love? Peter asked, addressing Sarah directly now, trying to ignore the unspoken tension coiling around them. She's been entertaining me with her... Hospitality while waiting for you to return. The insinuation hung heavy in the air, tainting the once familiar room with its implication. Peter could feel the undercurrents of fear lacing his wife's silence, the way she wouldn't meet his eyes spoke volumes. He moved closer, an instinctual need to shield her from whatever had transpired bubbling within him. Sarah, did he.. Enough, Lord Robert interrupted, [[DebtRepayment1.1<-his tone brooking no argument.]]

Good. Lord Robert's single word cut through the silence, sharp and final. <<drop $backpack 'money' 2000>><<set $repaymentEventReady to false>> The Lord pushed himself up from the chair, the movement deliberate and powerful. Peter watched as the older man straightened to his full height, his shadow stretching across the room, swallowing the dim light. Lord Robert’s steps were slow, each footfall a measured display of control as he made his way towards the door. [img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/enteringHouse.png']] Remember this day, Peter, he said without turning back. And let it serve as a reminder of what is expected of you. The door swung open, and the afternoon light spilled into the room, briefly enveloping Lord Robert's form before he stepped beyond the threshold. The door closed with a resolute thud, leaving behind a silence that felt thick enough to choke on. Peter's gaze shifted to Sarah. Her usual vibrancy was extinguished, her eyes averted, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The sight of her so diminished unnerved him more than Lord Robert's threats. She had been a force of nature, her laughter filling their home with warmth and light. Now, she seemed like a ghost of herself, [[House<-her silence screaming volumes into the tense air between them.]]

<<set $repaymentEventReady to false>>Shifting uncomfortably under Lord Robert's piercing gaze, Peter felt the sting of humiliation as he parted his lips to speak. My lord, he started, the words heavy with a dread that settled in his stomach like lead. The money... I don't have it all. Not yet. Lord Robert's eyes narrowed, but the edges of his mouth curled into a smug smirk, as if he had been expecting this very confession. The air seemed to thicken around them, charged with an unspoken understanding of power and submission. Peter, Lord Robert drawled, his voice smooth yet laced with a menace that made the hairs on the back of Peter's neck stand on end. He leaned back, the leather of the chair creaking under his weight. I'm not without mercy. I'll allow you some leniency... this time. The room held its breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop. But, Robert continued, his smirk widening into a grin that didn't quite reach his cold eyes. Let this be a warning to you. My patience has limits, and you would do well not to test them further. Peter's relief at the reprieve was tainted with the bitter taste of fear and the realization that Lord Robert's "leniency" was nothing more than a noose, loosened slightly but ready to tighten at a moment's notice. Peter's chest loosened with the exhale of a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. Lord Robert's offer of leniency hung between them like the calm before a storm. His gaze flickered to Sarah, whose quietness seemed louder than any cry for help, before darting back to the imposing figure of Lord Robert. Understood, my lord, Peter's voice barely rose above a whisper, the words sticking in his throat. The false sense of security was peeling away, leaving behind the stark reality of their predicament. Lord Robert, Peter began, his voice barely rising above a whisper, but he cleared his throat and tried again. Is there anything else you require from us? The Lord pushed himself up from the chair, the movement deliberate and powerful. Peter watched as the older man straightened to his full height, his shadow stretching across the room, swallowing the dim light. Lord Robert’s steps were slow, each footfall a measured display of control as he made his way towards the door. Peter stood rooted to the spot. He knew the old man's mercy was merely a facade, a temporary reprieve from the inevitable reckoning that would come should he fail again. And next time, the consequences could be dire, not just for him but for Sarah as well, his Sarah, who now seemed so small and vulnerable in the vastness of the empty room. Peter, you've always known what's at stake, he said slowly, his voice dripping with condescension. Your duty is to provide, and today you've faltered. I expect better. The lord's eyes lingered a moment longer before he resumed his exit. Sarah's shoulders sagged ever so slightly, a silent exhale telling Peter she too had been holding her breath. Her quietness continued to gnaw at him, an unspoken plea for reassurance that he wasn't sure he could give. Remember, Peter, Lord Robert continued, the malice in his words unmistakable. Next time won't bear such... leniency. The words hung heavy in the air, each one a leaden weight on Peter's conscience. With a slow, deliberate pivot, Lord Robert faced them once more. His lips curled into a sneer that masqueraded as a smile, cruel intent lurking beneath its surface. I believe I’ve indulged myself sufficiently for the day, he announced, his voice smooth like oil but twice as toxic. The false civility of his tone did nothing to mask the threat it carried, nor did it soothe the tight coil of fear in Peter’s gut. He stood rooted to the spot, his throat constricted by unvoiced dread. As the lord turned once more and made his way towards the door, the echo of his boots against the wooden floor resonated through the silence, a grim reminder of the power he wielded. [img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/enteringHouse.png']] Peter watched, a silent sentinel, as Lord Robert's imposing figure passed the threshold and disappeared from sight. The door closed with a definitive click, yet the ominous resonance of his departure seemed to linger, an invisible shroud of fear and uncertainty settling over the room. Sarah's gaze, once fixed on the worn floorboards, rose to meet Peter's. In that single glance, a storm of emotions raged, fear fought gratitude in the depths of her eyes. Sarah squeezed his hand, her grip tight. What are we going to do now, Pete? We can't keep living under his thumb. Her voice, though low, carried the weight of their shared apprehension. Peter felt the question like a physical blow, the answer eluding him as if it were a wisp of smoke, impossible to grasp. We'll have to pay him somehow. We have to, Peter said. They sat together, two figures cast adrift in a sea of uncertainty, the echoes of Lord Robert's threats still dancing mockingly in the shadows. As they contemplated the road ahead, each knew that [[House<-the path they chose would be fraught with peril.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/withRobert.png']] We were merely discussing matters of... debt and repayment. Debt? Peter echoed, confusion etching his features before realization settled coldly in his gut. Of course, my lord. We will sort any outstanding issues posthaste. See that you do, Lord Robert warned, fixing Peter with a stare that promised retribution for any further delay. Let us not speak of such unsavory matters any longer, Peter said, attempting to steer the conversation towards safer shores. May I offer you some wine, Lord Robert? Your concern is touching, but unnecessary, Lord Robert replied, rising from his seat with a deliberate slowness. I have other matters to attend to this evening. As the oppressive figure of the lord exited the room, Peter turned to Sarah, her small frame still tense, her breaths gradually evening out. Her silence was a gaping chasm in the aftermath of Lord Robert's departure, and Peter felt the weight of unspoken words suffocating the air between them. Sarah, are you.. Please, not now, Peter, she whispered, finally lifting her gaze to meet his. In her eyes, a storm brewed, a mix of fear and something else he couldn't quite place. Peter's gaze flickered over to Lord Robert, the man’s posture exuding a vile kind of confidence. There was something amiss, a detail that snagged Peter's attention and held it hostage, a pronounced bulge distorting the front of Robert’s fine trousers. The sight clawed at Peter’s insides, igniting a slow burn of jealousy. He swallowed hard, his mind racing with thoughts of what may have transpired before his arrival. Peter, Lord Robert began, his voice cutting through the charged silence like a blade. The debt for this month remains unpaid. I assume you've not forgotten your obligation? Every syllable dripped with authority, the underlying threat as clear as the intent behind the words. It was a voice accustomed to obedience, one that would brook no argument or excuse. <<if $coins >= 2000>>[[DebtRepayment1 Ok<-Pay Lord Robert.]]<<else>>Pay Lord Robert. Not enough coins. (2000)<</if>> [[DebtRepayment NotOk<-Say that you don't have enough to pay him.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/lordrobert2.png']] My lord, I... He swallowed hard, struggling to maintain what little composure he had left. The full amount is... It's not with me. Explain. The command was terse, a single word lashing out like a whip. Business has been slow, Peter confessed, his voice betraying the knot of dread in his stomach. I've gathered only part of it. Is that so? Lord Robert’s words were deceptively calm, but his eyes narrowed just enough to remind Peter of the gravity of his shortfall. Lord Robert lips curving into a smile that held no warmth. I shall offer you... leniency, once more. His eyes glinted with malice as they shifted to Sarah. Sarah's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession. Peter felt the bile rise in his throat, powerless under Lord Robert's gaze. Sarah, Lord Robert said, elongating her name like a predator savoring its prey. I want you to show my man here how grateful you are for my mercy. Peter's hands clenched into fists at his sides, the nails digging crescents into his palms. He dared not meet Sarah's eyes, fearing the anguish he would find reflected there. The door opened with authority, and a guard stepped into the room. His presence, dark and looming, seemed to consume the remaining air. Peter's heart raced, each beat a thunderous echo in his ears. The guard took a deliberate step forward, his bulky frame casting an ominous shadow that seemed to stretch across the entirety of the living room. The light from the overhead chandelier glinted off his polished boots, mirroring the gleam of dark anticipation in his eyes. There was a certain eagerness there, a [[DebtRepayment2.2<-readiness that spoke volumes of his intentions.]]

<<set $repaymentEventReady to false>><<set $repayStory to 2>> <<goto "House">>

<<if $pVagina>> <<set $pSexHistoryFullList.push("Lord Robert" + " - Vaginal")>> <<else>><<set $pSexHistoryFullList.push("Lord Robert" + " - Anal")>> <</if>><<set $pCumBot = 1>><<set $pCumVag++>><<set $pCumVagTimer to $datenow>>Petra's eyes fluttered open, her body aching and sore. The cold, hard floor beneath her offered no comfort as she shifted, trying to ease the discomfort. The memory of her ordeal in Lord Robert's carriage rushed back to her, causing her heart to race. She was naked, vulnerable, and alone. Sticky residue clung to her skin, a cruel reminder of the violation she had endured. As her senses began to sharpen, Petra caught a whiff of the lingering scent of Lord Robert's guard. The distinct muskiness invaded her nostrils, making her stomach churn with disgust. The smell was everywhere, clinging to her like a shadow. It was impossible to escape. The damp air filled her lungs as she struggled to breathe evenly, attempting to calm herself. But every breath brought the repulsive scent deeper into her body, turning her insides. As Petra's eyes scanned her surroundings, she realized that she was alone in the cell. The realization brought little comfort, for the darkness outside of her immediate vicinity only served to amplify her sense of isolation and helplessness. Fear gnawed at her, yet she didn't dare move or make a sound. She knew that drawing attention to herself would only invite further torment. Hey, look who's awake, one of the male prisoners called out from his own cell. Petra's heart lurched, dread settling in her chest like a heavystone. She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping they would lose interest. Come on over here, pretty girl, another voice taunted. We're bored. Petra felt her heart pounding in her chest, her body trembling with a mix of anger, humiliation, and terror. She wanted to scream at them to leave her alone, but she knew that would only make things worse. Instead, she tried to focus on the cold floor beneath her and the dampness of the air, anything to distract her from the barrage of voices. Hey, I've got an idea, one of the men said suddenly. Why don't we make a bet? Whoever can get her to come over first wins. Really? That's your brilliant plan? another voice scoffed. You think she's going to respond to that? Maybe not, the first man admitted. But it's worth a shot, maybe she is a slut. Fine, the second voice said with a lewd chuckle. Hey, sweetheart! How about you come over here and let me show you what a real man can do for you? Pathetic, the third voice muttered. Quiet! the second man snapped before turning his attention back to Petra. Come on, beautiful. You know you want to. Save your breath, the third voice advised. She's not coming near any of us. Soon we will have her, worry not the second man retorted. Petra's heart pounded in her chest as the prisoners' jeers and crude remarks filled the air. Their hungry eyes burned into her, making her feel exposed and vulnerable. She tried to shrink away from their leering gazes, but there was nowhere to hide. Come here, little girl, one of them shouted, his voice dripping with lust. I'll show you how a real man treats a woman. Give us a taste of that sweet pussy, another chimed in, a wicked grin stretching across his face. We're starving for it. Look at those perky tits! a prisoner exclaimed, licking his lips hungrily. They'd look even better with my hands all over them. With each passing comment, Petra felt her fear escalating. The men seemed to tower over her like giants, their imposing figures casting dark shadows that threatened to swallow her whole. She recognized their malicious intent, but she was powerless to stop them or defend herself. Her transformation into a smaller, more delicate form had robbed her of any chance of fighting back. Imagine how tight she must be, one prisoner mused, his voice filled with cruel anticipation. Can't wait to bury myself inside her and hear her scream. Bet she's never been fucked by a real man before, another added, chuckling darkly. We'll have to teach her a thing or two, won't we, boys? Please, Petra silently pleaded, her terror mounting as their words echoed in her ears. She knew that she couldn't allow herself to give in to despair, but the weight of their threats was almost too much to bear. Once we're done with her, she'll never want to go back to her pathetic little wife, a gravelly voice declared, eliciting guffaws and snickers from the other prisoners. She'll know what she's been missing all along. Petra's mind raced, searching for some way to survive this ordeal. She knew she couldn't rely on anyone else, not even the prisoners who seemed to be arguing on her behalf. They were all focused on their own survival, and she was nothing more than a prize. The thought made her sick to her stomach, but she knew that giving in to despair wouldn't help her now. She needed to find a way out, and she needed to do it alone. The stone walls of the prison cell seemed to close in on Petra as she lay there, her naked body shivering against the cold, damp floor. [[FirstEventPrison1<-Shadows across the uneven surface.]]

The sharp clank of metal against metal echoed through the cold, stone corridors as a guard methodically unlocked each cell. Petra's heart hammered in her chest, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. She pressed herself against the back wall of her dimly lit cell, her grey eyes wide with terror. The metallic clink of the guard's keys echoed through the dank corridor, each rattle a harbinger of fate. Petra huddled against the cold stone wall of her cell, her grey eyes darting toward the sound that crept closer with every passing second. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, a futile shield against the terror that clawed at her chest. The keys stopped. The guard was outside her cell now, his shadow looming through the barred door like a specter of dread. Petra rose on unsteady legs, pressing her small frame against the bars. Wait! Her plea sliced the silence. Don't— <<if $pHeight == 1>>Shut it, tiny.<<else>>Shut it, girl.<</if>> The guard's voice was gravel, dismissive. He didn't even look at her as he inserted the key into the lock with an indifferent twist. The door creaked open, exposing Petra to the other inmates. Her heart hammered like a panicked bird in her chest. Please, she begged, desperation lending strength to her voice. I'll do anything. Just keep it locked. Anything? The guard snorted, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. Not now you harlot. Step back, or I'll drag you out myself. Petra stumbled backward, her protests dying on her lips as the guard turned away, his duty done, leaving her to face what came next. The door swung wide with a groan of neglected hinges. Petra's breath caught, her heart thrumming against her ribcage so fiercely it threatened to break free. The corridor stretched before her, lined with faces twisted by malice and lust. She was no longer shielded by iron bars; her vulnerability was on full display. [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/story/inmates3.png']] Fresh meat, boys! someone jeered from the shadows. Petra shrank back, seeking the false sanctuary of her bare cell corner. The stench of sweat and decay seeped into her nostrils, the sounds of leering laughter filling her ears. Her skin crawled as if a thousand insects marched over her flesh, foretelling a fate she dared not contemplate. Then he appeared—Francis. He stood at the threshold, a behemoth cast in darkness. His skin glistened with perspiration, muscles coiling beneath like living armor. A long beard peppered with gray framed his stern jaw, each strand seeming to bristle with authority. [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Francis/body.png']] Quiet, Francis commanded, his voice a low rumble rolling through the corridor. The inmates obeyed, their snickers fading to silence. They knew better than to challenge the man who ruled Cell22. Petra's eyes flitted to him, then away, unable to endure the weight of his presence. Whore. he spat out the derogatory term, never bothering to learn her name. She stood there, feeling small and ashamed under his harsh gaze. He stepped inside, the cell shrinking around him. You have a choice. Her lips parted, but words failed her. She knew what choices in this place entailed. With Francis, there was only one path that led to survival. A tremor raced through her limbs, an involuntary response to the proximity of danger personified. Every instinct screamed for her to flee, but there was nowhere to run. Look at me, Francis ordered, his voice devoid of any warmth. She couldn't. Her gaze remained fixed on a nondescript point on the grimy floor, as if it were her anchor in this swelling sea of terror. Petra felt exposed, her skin too thin a barrier against the world, every nerve ending alight with alarm. The air between them crackled with a silent threat that made her stomach churn. Whore. His tone sharpened, demanding compliance. With great effort, she lifted her head, her eyes meeting his only briefly before skittering away. They were dark tunnels, promising an endless abyss. She glimpsed the unwavering certainty in his stance, the absolute control he wielded without even a flicker of doubt. It sickened her, this stark reminder of her own powerlessness. Francis closed the distance methodically, aware of the effect each deliberate step had on her fraying composure. The space seemed to constrict further with him inside it, the walls pressing close, suffocating her. She could see the beads of sweat trailing down his temple, mingling with the grays in his beard—a stark contrast to the icy fear congealing in her veins. Such a pretty thing. He mused, his deep voice resonating within the confined space. I don't see why they put you in here with us. Please, Petra whispered, her voice barely audible. I don't want any trouble. Trouble? Francis said darkly, stopping mere inches from her quivering form. You're already in trouble, girl. But I can lessen the trouble... if you do as I say. As the distance between them vanished, Petra's fear threatened to consume her entirely. She fought to keep her breathing steady, desperate for any semblance of control in this terrifying situation. Wh-what do you want from me? she asked, her voice shaking despite her best efforts. Oh, you'll find out soon enough. Francis replied with a wicked smile, his hot breath washing over her face like a putrid wave. But first, you need to make a choice. Francis towered over Petra, the stench of his unwashed body mingling with the acrid scent of fear that clung to her. Here's your choice, girl, he began, his voice low and chilling. You can live with me and my boys in Cell22, where we'll relatively protect you from the others. Or... His eyes narrowed, his tone growing even more sinister. ...you become a 'freefuck' for everyone here and now. You'll be used until you're broken and eventually killed. Petra's blood ran cold at the thought, her limbs trembling as she processed his words. She knew that if she refused him, there would be no mercy, only endless brutality. She had heard stories of other women who had suffered such fates. Please... I don't want that, Petra choked out, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to maintain her composure. I guessed so, Francis replied coldly, his gaze never leaving hers. But life in here isn't about what you want. It's about survival. And the only way you survive is by accepting my offer. As much as she hated to admit it, Petra knew he was right. There were no other options, no saviors to rescue her from this living nightmare. She could either submit to Francis and whatever he wants or endure unimaginable torment at the hands of countless monsters. Alright, she whispered, her voice barely above a whimper. I'll stay with you in Cell22. Smart girl, Francis grinned, a predatory glint in his eyes. He closed the distance between them even further, his massive hand wrapping around her wrist like a vice. Now let's go, we've got some introductions to make. As they left her cell together, Petra couldn't help but feel as though she had just signed away the last remnants of her freedom. But in this hellish place, it was either that or certain death. And for now, she would cling to whatever semblance of life she could find. Petra couldn't help but shudder at the thought of what her life had become. The weight of her decision bore down on her, suffocating her spirit like a heavy, oppressive blanket. She could hear the jeers and taunts of the other prisoners as she passed by, a sickening soundtrack to her submission. Hey, Francis! one of the inmates called out, grinning maliciously. Will you share her with us, huh? Shut up, Francis growled, tightening his grip on Petra's arm. She winced in pain, biting her lip to suppress a whimper. Please don't hurt me, she murmured, her voice trembling with fear. Francis glanced down at her, his expression unreadable. Follow my rules, and you won't have anything to worry about, he replied curtly. But step out of line, and I won't hesitate to remind you who's in charge. Petra nodded, her throat constricting with anxiety. She knew all too well what fate awaited her if she failed to please this man and his gang. And so, with each step towards Cell22, she steeled herself for the harsh reality of her new life, desperately clinging to the hope that she might somehow survive this nightmare. Welcome home, Francis said as they entered the gang's cell. The door slammed shut behind them, sealing Petra's fate and marking [[FirstEventPrison1.3<-the beginning of her harrowing journey in Cell22.]]

<h3 style="text-align: center;">Sex condition</h3> <div class="veryMedium" style="text-align: center;"> <<if $pVagina>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/female/stats/v'+$pStateVag+'.png']] [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/female/stats/a'+$pStateAss+'.png']] <<else>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/female/stats/a'+$pStateAss+'d.png']] <</if>> </div> <h3 style="text-align: center;">Internal view</h3> <h5 style="text-align: center;"><<if $pVagina>>Vagina -------------- <</if>>Ass</h5> <div class="notSoSmall" style="text-align: center;"> <<if $pVagina>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/female/xray/v'+$pCumVag+'.png']] <</if>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/player/female/xray/a'+$pCumAss+'.png']] </div> <h3 style="text-align: center;">Sexual encounters history</h3> <<for _index = $pSexHistoryFullList.length - 1; _index >= 0; _index -->> <<print _index>>: <<print $pSexHistoryFullList[_index]>> <</for>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/story/inmates1.png']] Her gaze nervously shifted towards the other cells, where she saw a multitude of male prisoners staring back at her with hungry eyes. Their leering gazes made her skin crawl, as she became acutely aware of her femininity and the objectification she now faced. Hey there, pretty thing, one of the prisoners called out, his voice gruff and unwelcoming. What's a delicate flower like you doing in a place like this? Petra felt her breath hitch in her throat as she wished desperately for Sarah's comforting presence, but she knew that her wife was far away, likely worried sick about her. Such a sweet little thing, we will get to know eachother soon, an inmate said, his eyes never leaving Petra's quivering form. Enough! Let me sleep! a deep voice boomed from another cell. Easy for you to say, someone retorted. You're not chained up next to a beautiful harlot like this. Petra listened to their exchange with bated breath, fear gripping her heart as she desperately sought a solution to her predicament. She knew that she couldn't rely on these men to help her. Hey girlie. Come closer over here.another one said with a creepy voice as if he was talking with a small animal. The echoes of taunts and jeers reverberated through the dank prison, shattering the silence that had temporarily settled. Petra's heart hammered in her chest as she huddled against the cold stone wall, trying to make herself as small as possible. The prisoners in adjacent cells lunged at their bars, fingers stretching towards her like gnarled branches. She was weak, vulnerable, and completely at the mercy of these brutish men. Hey, little girl, one of them sneered, a burly man with rotting teeth and wild eyes. Why don't you come closer? I promise I'll be gentle. Ha! Gentle? A second inmate laughed, his voice raspy and cruel. You don't want gentle, sweetheart. You want someone like me. I'll show you what real men are made of. Real men? Another scoffed. None of you even compare to me. Just look at the size of me. Imagine what I can do to you, little girl. Petra shivered, unable to tear her gaze away from the leering faces pressed against the bars. Each word they spoke tightened the knot of fear in her stomach, their threats worming their way into the darkest corners of her mind. She felt nauseous, acutely aware of how powerless she was in this place. Petra noticed one prisoner who stood out amongst the rest, a massive man named Titan. His sheer size and physical presence held an air of menace, making her feel even more vulnerable than before. Petra couldn't help but imagine his hands closing around her delicate form, crushing her without effort. Hey boys, someone growled, his voice deep and guttural. Let me have her first. I'll tenderize her for you. Laughter erupted from the inmates, and Petra squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she could disappear entirely. But no matter how tightly she closed them, she couldn't block out the barrage of vile comments and threats that continued to assault her senses. Look, she's shaking! one of them cackled. I bet she's never had a real man before. Maybe we should take turns, another suggested. See how many times we can make her scream. Or maybe, another rumbled darkly. We could all have her at once. See if she can handle it. Petra's breath hitched in her throat, her body trembling uncontrollably as the images conjured by their words invaded her mind. She wanted to scream, to shout for help, but what would be the point? No one would come to her aid in this place. She was alone, utterly and completely. As the prisoners' taunts escalated, Petra realized with a sickening clarity that they weren't just empty threats. The men surrounding her were dangerous predators, and she was their prey. This newfound understanding sent tendrils of ice down her spine, leaving her feeling cold and numb. She tried to focus on her love for Sarah, clinging to the memory of her wife's gentle touch in an effort to keep herself grounded. But even thoughts of Sarah couldn't entirely dispel the terror that threatened to consume her whole. The cold, damp stone beneath Petra's fingertips seemed to mirror the chill that had settled deep in her bones. Her heart raced as she scanned the cell, desperate for anything to protect herself or provide a means of escape. But there was nothing, no loose stones, no makeshift weapons, and certainly no clothes to cover her vulnerable, naked form. Hey, girlie, A deep voice from Cell 15, bellowed. Why don't you come a little closer? I wanna see what those tiny hands can do. Petra's body trembled with anger, humiliation, and terror, but she kept her silence. She would not give them the satisfaction of a response. Aw, don't be shy, another voice chimed in. We're all friends here, aren't we? Friends? a third man scoffed. You think any of us are gonna be friends with a piece of meat like her? Piece of meat? someone laughed, his voice booming through the prison. She's more like a snack, if you ask me. Either way, I bet she's delicious, someone else interjected, licking his lips suggestively. Come on, girlie, Just a few steps closer. I promise I won't hurt you... too much. Please, Petra thought desperately, trying to block out their taunts. Please let this end. Look at her shaking, another inmate sneered. I bet she'd make a sweet little toy for us to play with. Too bad she ain't got more meat on her bones, another added. But I reckon she'll do for a bit of fun. Come on, girlie, they persisted, leering at Petra. Don't be afraid. We'll take good care of you. Ha! Good care? a man from Cell 9 snorted. You mean like we took care of that last one? Shut up! Titan snapped, his expression darkening. She ain't like the others. She's... different. We should not break her. Is she really, though? another inmate pondered aloud, smirking cruelly at Petra. As the inmates continued their verbal assaults and power struggles, Petra clung to the cold stone wall, desperately trying to maintain her composure. Her heart pounded relentlessly in her chest, and her breath came in shallow gasps. Stay strong, she told herself silently, ignoring the voices around her. For Sarah. Though she would not speak, she refused to let them break her spirit. They could take away her freedom, her dignity, and even her life, but they could not take away her love for Sarah. And as long as that love remained, she would not, could not, [[FirstEventPrison1.2<-give up hope.]]

Listen up, Francis continued, his voice harsh and unforgiving. I don't care who you are, or your name. You ain't a woman anymore. You're Cell 22's bitch, a prison whore, a sex toy for men. As he spoke, Petra's body trembled uncontrollably. She desperately searched for some glimmer of hope within herself, but found none. Fear gnawed at her core, leaving her feeling hollow and broken. Understand? Francis asked, his eyes boring into hers. Unable to speak, Petra merely nodded her head in submission. She couldn't believe what was happening to her, yet there was no escaping this nightmarish reality. Her life had been reduced to a commodity, a means to an end for those who saw her as nothing more than an object for their pleasure. Good, Francis said, satisfied by her response. He pocketed the blue rock and turned to leave. As he walked away, Petra's thoughts raced through her mind, a cacophony of fear and despair. She knew she had no choice but to comply with Francis's demands. With every fiber of her being screaming in protest, she steeled herself for the horrors that lay ahead. Remember, Francis called over his shoulder before disappearing from view. You will get used to it, Its on your nature. Petra's heart pounded as she watched Francis walk back towards his gang, her eyes darting from [[FirstEventPrison1.3 Titan<-one menacing figure to the next. ]]

<<set $prisonStory to 1>>The cold metal bars of the cell pressed against Petra's back as she sank to the floor. Her new reality loomed over her like a dark storm cloud, suffocating her spirit and leaving her breathless. The men towered above her, their faces cruel and unfeeling. She felt herself shrinking beneath their gazes, her heart pounding in her chest. Let's get one thing straight, Francis began, his voice as hard as the stone walls that surrounded them. If you want our protection, you're gonna have to earn it. Petra looked up, her eyes wide with fear. What do you mean? Twenty blue rocks, he replied, holding up a small, shimmering gem between his fingers. That's the price for your safety. Every day, you bring us twenty of these, and we'll make sure nothin' happens to you. [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/story/sadnfucked.png']] As her gaze locked onto the tiny rock, Petra felt a knot form in her stomach. How was she supposed to come up with twenty of those every day? What would happen to her if she couldn't? Wh... how? she stammered, her voice trembling. How am I supposed to get twenty rocks? Francis scoffed, rolling his eyes. You're not stupid, are you? There's only one way for someone like you to earn those rocks. Y-you mean... I have to... she stammered, unable to finish the thought. Come on, girl, can't you put two and two together? Francis sneered, leaning in closer to Petra and making her feel even more uncomfortable. You earn those rocks by selling your body. What you don't understand, girl? You're gonna spread those pretty little legs of yours and earn those blue rocks. Please, there must be another way, Petra whispered, tears welling up in her eyes as she tried to hold onto some semblance of hope. I... I can work, or do something else. I don't want... Ha! You think you have a choice? Look at you girl, you won't be able to lift a pickaxe from the ground. Francis barked, his laughter echoing off the cold stone walls of the cell. This is prison, bitch. You're not here because you deserve better. You're here because you're nothing but a worthless piece of meat, meant to be used and discarded by men. A wave of shame washed over Petra, making her skin craw. It would be much easier if she was Peter once more. She wanted to lash out, to tell Francis that she was more than just a body to be used, but the words died in her throat. Instead, she hung her head low, her hair falling around her face like a curtain. Please, she whispered, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. Isn't there any other way? Look around you! Francis snapped, gesturing to the dank prison cell they occupied. This ain't no charity, sweetheart. You want protection and a place to sleep, you gotta pay for it. And since you ain't got nothin' else to offer, your body's the only currency you got. Petra's mind raced, searching for some alternative, some shred of hope that she could cling to. But as much as she hated to admit it, she knew that Francis was right. In this harsh, unforgiving place, her body was all she had left. Fine, she whispered, her voice barely audible. Smart girl, the men will know not to break you too much while you are under my influence. Francis replied, his tone devoid of any warmth or sympathy. Now stop complainin' and get to work spreading those legs to the men. It's what you women are good for, after all. And don't even think about tryin' to escape or disobey us. You belong to us now, and we can make your life a living hell if you step out of line. As he spoke, Petra felt her willpower draining away, replaced by a cold, empty resignation. She had never imagined that her life would come to this, that she would be forced to degrade herself in such a way. She could only pray that somehow, someday, she would find a way to escape this nightmare. As Petra forced herself to her feet, her legs trembling beneath her, she felt a cold, empty resignation settle over her. She knew that from this moment on, [[Cell C22<-her life would never be the same.]]

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[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Titan/body.png']] Meet my crew, Francis announced, gesturing to the men beside him. This here's Titan. He pointed to a hulking white man, towering at 2.30 meters tall and weighing what seemed like a ton. Petra couldn't help but shudder as she took in his massive form. He's the muscle of our gang. Nice to meet you, whore, Titan grumbled, his voice deep and gravelly. His gaze traveled over Petra, making her feel like [[FirstEventPrison1.3 Elmer<-a piece of meat being evaluated.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Elmer/body.png']] Next is Elmer, Francis continued, pointing to a younger man with a muscular build. He looked like a Viking warrior, complete with blonde hair, a long beard, and tattoos decorating his arms. Elmer grinned wickedly at Petra, his eyes full of sinister intent. Looking forward to getting to know you better, Elmer said with a smirk, his piercing blue eyes [[FirstEventPrison1.3 Abe<-never leaving Petra's face.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Abe/body.png']] And last but not least, we have Abe. Francis gestured towards a tall, dark-skinned man with an unsettling appearance. His stench filled the air, and Petra fought the urge to gag. Abe grinned maliciously, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth. Can't wait to play with our new toy, he cackled, his laughter [[FirstEventPrison1.3 end<-echoing through the cell like nails on a chalkboard.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Francis/body.png']] Listen up, bitch, Francis commanded, turning his attention back to Petra. From now on, you belong to us. You'll do whatever the fuck we want, whenever we want, however we want. Got it? Petra's blood ran cold, and she felt her body trembling uncontrollably. She wanted to scream, to fight back, but looking around at these dangerous men, fear paralyzed her. Her mind raced, searching for a way out of this nightmare, but she knew that any sign of defiance would only make things worse. Petra stared at the floor, trying to process her new reality. How had she ended up here? What had she done to deserve this? She searched her mind for any semblance of hope, but found only darkness. Answer me! Francis barked, causing Petra to flinch. Y-yes, she stammered, her voice barely audible. She hated the submissive tone that had crept into her words, but she couldn't help it. These men were monsters, and she was trapped with them. Good, Francis said, his tone cold and satisfied. Remember your place, whore. You're our property now. And with that, [[FirstEventPrison1.4<-her fate was sealed.]]

Petra's bare feet slapped against the cold stone floor, her tattered dress barely covering her body as she walked through the prison corridors. It had been a few weeks since Francis and his gang forced her into this life of depravity, and she couldn't help but notice the growing fame she had garnered among the inmates. Hey Petra, one inmate whispered with a lewd grin. You're quite popular 'round here, ain't ya? She kept her head lowered, focusing on the sensation of the chill creeping up from the stones to her legs, trying to ignore the stares and murmurs that followed her wherever she went. She had become an unwilling celebrity in this hellish place, the only woman among a sea of cruel and desperate men. [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/story/ohoh.png']] As she continued her walk, something felt off. The prisoners were staring at each other more than usual, their eyes flicking back to her as they exchanged knowing glances. They seemed quieter too, as if a sinister secret hung in the air. Petra's heart raced, fear gripping her as she wondered what new torment awaited her. Something's going on, she thought, her breath quickening. I don't like this. Psst, girl, another prisoner hissed, beckoning her closer. Got any plans for tonight? I've been saving up my rocks for you. Not now, Petra spat, clenching her fists and quickening her pace. The tension in the air was palpable, and she knew she needed to get away from these men before things escalated. Busy one, ain't she? a third man chuckled, licking his lips as he watched her flee down the corridor. Can't wait to have my turn with her. Petra's chest tightened, bile rising in her throat as the whispers and laughter swirled around her, a cacophony of depravity and malice. The prison seemed to close in on her, the walls pressing against her very being as she struggled to keep moving. Francis and his gang have made me a target, she realized, desperation flooding her thoughts. I need to find a way out of this nightmare. A sudden flurry of movement caught Petra's eye, her heart pounding in her chest. Before she knew it, she found herself cornered, surrounded by a horde of inmates with hungry, lustful expressions on their faces. Fear clawed at her insides as they closed in, the reality of her [[Richard 1.1<-situation settling heavily upon her.]]

<><<set $prisonStory to 3>> <<set $pSexWith to ["Merek","Nigel","Severin","Yarognev","Dragan","Drew","Gregory","Borko","Cassian","August","Baldwin","Cyriac","Castellan","Alan","Col","Ethelred","Godfrey","Lefuuinus","Lucian","Leopold","Sebastian"]>> <>Look at this pretty little thing, one inmate sneered, reaching out to grab a handful of Petra's hair. I've been waiting for my turn. [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/story/taken2.png']] Get your filthy hands off me! Petra cried out, attempting to push him away. But her efforts were futile; the mob was too strong, and every inch she fought for was quickly reclaimed by another inmate. Let's see how many of us you can take, whore, another prisoner growled, unbuckling his belt and moving closer to her. Petra's mind raced, frantic thoughts bouncing through her head as she tried to comprehend what was happening. Please, no... please don't do this, she begged, tears streaming down her face. [[ThrownCell<-But her pleas fell on deaf ears...]]

What is going on here?! someone barked, eyes blazing with fury. The inmates scrambled to obey, leaving Petra shaking and crying on the floor. The figure turned to his fellow wardens, issuing orders with the authority that only he possessed. Make sure none of these bastards escape. I want them all locked up! Get up, he said gruffly, extending a hand to help her to her feet. You're coming with me. In a matter of seconds, the once-chaotic corridor was transformed into a scene of eerie compliance. The inmates lined up against the walls, their heads bowed in submission as Warden Richard's gaze swept over them. Petra, her body trembling and her tattered clothes barely clinging to her abused form, couldn't help but feel a small sense of relief at the sudden shift in atmosphere. Take her to my office, the man ordered, his voice a harsh whisper that carried an underlying threat. Two wardens immediately stepped forward, placing their hands on Petra's arms and guiding her away from the scene of her torment. Please... don't hurt me, she whispered, her voice barely audible as the wardens led her toward an imposing door at the end of the hallway. Quiet, one of the wardens snapped, tightening his grip on her arm. You'll speak when you're spoken to. The door swung open, revealing a sparsely furnished room dominated by a large wooden desk. The air was heavy with the scent of leather and parchment, a stark contrast to the oppressive stench that permeated the rest of the prison. Sit down, the other warden barked, pushing Petra into a chair. She winced as her bruised body made contact with the hard wood, but held back her tears. This was no time for weakness. She needed to be strong, no matter how much it hurt. Wait here, the first warden said curtly, closing the door behind them as they left. The sound of their footsteps receded, leaving Petra [[Richard 1.3<-alone in the silent room.]]

Her heart thudded in her chest as she tried to make sense of her situation. As the minutes ticked by, Petra wondered if there was anyone in this godforsaken place who would truly be on her side. Petra's gaze darted around the room, taking in the small details of her surroundings as she tried to calm her racing heart. The flickering lantern light cast eerie shadows on the worn stone walls, amplifying her sense of unease. [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/story/creepywarden.png']] Quite the show you put on out there, huh? a gruff voice interrupted her thoughts, drawing her attention to the warden assigned to watch her. He leaned against the doorframe, his lecherous eyes roving over her bruised and disheveled form. Can't say I blame them for wanting a taste, he continued, licking his lips as his hand adjusted the growing bulge in his pants. Petra felt her stomach churn with revulsion, her skin crawling at the thought of another man wanting to use her body for his perverse desires. Get away from me, she spat, trying to muster as much defiance as possible despite her fear. The warden simply chuckled, shaking his head at her pathetic attempt to stand up for herself. Feisty one, aren't you? But you should know your place, girl. You're nothing more than a sex toy for the inmates here. A bitch and a whore, just like all the other women. She curled her fingers into fists, nails digging painfully into her palms as she fought back tears. No matter how hard she tried to prove herself, to show everyone she was more than just an object to be used and discarded, it seemed that fate had other plans. Keep talking, Petra hissed through gritted teeth, her chest heaving with anger. You don't know anything about me or what I've been through. Like I care, the warden scoffed, crossing his arms over his broad chest. Face it, girl. You're in a prison full of men, and you're the only woman here. What did you think was going to happen? Petra had no answer for him. Deep down, she knew he was right, but she couldn't afford to let that break her spirit. She had to keep fighting, even if it meant enduring the cruel taunts and leering gazes of those around her. Just as Petra felt the sting of tears threatening to spill from her eyes, [[Richard 1.4<-the door to the room burst open.]]

<<set $prisonStory to 4>>The large imposing figure from previously, filled the doorway, his stern expression and piercing gaze silencing the crude warden immediately. Get out, The man commanded in a tone that brooked no argument. The other warden hesitated for a moment before scurrying out of the room, leaving Petra alone with Richard. As the door slammed shut behind him, she braced herself for another round of humiliation. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/richard/richard.png']] Petra, I'm the director, Richard. He said gruffly, his voice softer than she'd expected. I don't agree with what happened earlier. It was...unacceptable. Then why you let it happen? Petra snapped, struggling to keep her voice steady. Her heart raced as she awaited his response, unsure if he would retaliate or offer comfort. Because there are limits to what I can control, he admitted, rubbing a hand over his shaved head. But that doesn't mean I won't try to help you when I can. Help me? She scoffed, unable to hide her skepticism. Listen, he sighed, leaning against the wall and crossing his muscular arms. Women are meant to be whores. But that doesn't mean they should be thrown into an all-male prison. There are better ways to discipline women. Is that supposed to be comforting? Petra said. Locking up in cages or forcing to serve men in some twisted form of service? Better than being raped by filthy prisoners, Richard replied flatly, his eyes darkening with something that looked almost like regret. At least there would be some semblance of order, some protection. Petra's heart raced as she looked into Richard's piercing eyes, searching for any hint of deception or hidden agenda. The room suddenly felt much colder, despite the heat from their tense exchange still hanging in the air. If you want to help, just tell me how do I get out of here? she said. I have no hope of escaping this hellhole alone. Lord Robert, won't let you get out of here. Richard replied, his tone heavy with resignation. It was his order that you be imprisoned here and no one is crazy to go against him. Richard admitted. But I will try my best to find a way for you to get out. Why are you telling me this? Petra asked, confusion and suspicion swirling within her. Because you deserve better than those filthy rats, Richard answered, his voice firm. And because I don't want them to have a fuck toy, this is not meant to be a luxurious retreat for scums. Is that supposed to make me feel better? Petra scoffed. Perhaps not, but don't give hopes yet. Richard said. Petra's heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to process Richard's words. The dimly lit room seemed to close in on her, the shadows cast by flickering candles only adding to her sense of entrapment. Tonight, Richard continued. You will sleep safely inside the warden's room. No filthy prisoner will harm you there. Thank you, she murmured, though the words tasted like ashes in her mouth. She couldn't decide whether Richard was her savior or just another tormentor. With one last lingering look, Richard turned and left the room, the heavy door closing behind him with a resounding thud. Petra stood there, alone with her thoughts and the flickering shadows, her heart still thundering in her ears. As Richard left the room, she was left to grapple with the knowledge that her only possible ally might be a man whose [[warden's room<-true intentions remained a mystery.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/structure/wardensroom.png']] Petra's body felt like a battleground, her skin tingling and sore from the onslaught of dicks, Petra was finally able to rest, on a real bed nonetheless, she wished she could also wash off the traces of semen that had been left inside and outside her body by the filthy prisoners. But despite her exhaustion and the heavy weight of despair that hung over her, she found a small comfort in the simple act of lying on a real, solid bed. And in the end, all she could do was surrender to sleep, her only respite in a world of constant torment. <<button "Sleep" "Richard 1.5">><</button>>

<<script>>v.pSexHistory.push("Creepy Warden");<</script>>Petra was jolted awake by the sound of the warden entering the room. It was the same warden who had harassed her the day before. [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/story/creepywarden.png']] Good morning whore, did you slept well? The warden said. Uhhh… Petra managed, still sleepy and exhausted from the abuse she went through. You still chocking on the prisoners cum ain’t you? Time to go back to where you belong, but first… Petra barely had a moment to process the situation before the guard was on her, [[anal1<-pinning her down.]]

The door to Cell22 creaked open, a sliver of light slicing through the darkness before vanishing as Petra stepped inside. The air held the tang of sweat and rust, the walls echoing with the low murmurs of men who had long since become part of the shadows. Her heart thrummed against her ribs, each beat a discordant rhythm of fear laced with a strange, twisted flutter of anticipation. Fucking harlot... A voice hissed from somewhere in the gloom. Petra's skin prickled as dozens of eyes seemed to bore into her, each gaze heavy with hunger and malice. She swallowed hard, her throat tight as she walked deeper into the belly of Cell22. [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Francis/body.png']] Francis emerged from the backdrop of his followers, detaching himself from the dark tapestry of hardened faces. His footsteps were silent but deliberate, a predator confident in his territory. Petra watched him approach, the muscles in his arms shifting beneath his skin like coiled snakes, his beard a grizzled contrast to the smooth, dark canvas of his face. Whore he said, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to resonate within the very walls around them. You understand why you're not fucked to death yet? She nodded, unable to find her voice, caught in the gravity of his presence. Good. He circled her, his scrutiny palpable. Now, in here, rules are simple. You do what I say, when I say. His eyes locked onto hers, a challenge flickering there. Petra felt the weight of his gaze, the unspoken threat that lay behind those skeptical orbs. He was judging her, his skepticism a cloak he wore as comfortably as the dominance he wielded. Look at me, whore. Francis commanded, his voice carrying an edge that brooked no disobedience. She lifted her chin, meeting his stare, though her insides quivered like a leaf in a storm. Francis stood before her, a monument to the power he held within these walls. A man whose life sentence had only honed the cruelty and nihilism that now defined his existence. In his eyes, she saw the abyss of his worldview, one where mercy was a forgotten language and compassion a currency long devalued. Remember this, he continued, his words slow and measured. In this prison, you belong to us. To me. Your body, your will, it's mine to command. Petra battled the urge to shrink away, to run screaming from the room that suddenly felt more like a tomb than any kind of sanctuary. But she knew better. Resistance would only feed the cruelty she saw lurking in the depths of Francis' eyes. And so, she steeled herself, preparing for whatever came next. Every night, if you want to sleep safely, from now on you will have to perform. He said, the words rolling off his tongue like a sentence already decreed. Petra swallowed, her mouth dry. But, I— I don't want to hear. Silence now. Francis' command was devoid of anger, it was the simple assertion of a fact, as inevitable as the setting sun. She hesitated, her heart pounding against her ribcage. Come here, he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. Petra moved forward, her feet dragging as if they were made of stone. With each step, her hopes of rest receded further into the distance. She stopped before him, taking in his towering presence. He was the law here, the embodiment of the ruthless order that governed Cell22. Please, she began, her voice barely above a whisper. But she knew it was futile even before the word left her lips. Please? Francis echoed, a hint of mockery threading through the syllable. That's not a language we speak here. He reached out, his hand grasping her chin with firm insistence, tilting her face upward. You know what's expected. Don't make me tell you twice. Petra nodded, her resignation a silent plea in the void of Cell22. She closed her eyes, steeling herself for the ritual that stripped away another layer of her identity. When she opened them again, she saw only Francis, the ruler of this dark domain, waiting for her surrender. [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Francis/penis.png']] <<button "Do your job..." "black_bjnonforced1">><<script>>v.pSexHistory.push("Francis");<</script>><</button>>

<<if $francisStory == 0>>Who are you? Francis asked, though it was clear he cared not for her name, but for her submission. A whore. she whispered, the word a dagger in her own heart. Never forget that. His command was a shackle, cold and unyielding. Petra lay back on her cot, the stone-cold surface offering no comfort to her aching body. In the darkness of Cell22, she was alone with the ghost of who she once was, a specter haunting the shell of a woman claimed by men who saw her as nothing more than flesh to use, a vessel for their desires. Sleep well, Francis said mockingly as he turned away, leaving Petra to the mercy of shadows that whispered of freedom, a freedom that felt as distant as the stars beyond the barred window. <<else>> Sleep well whore. Francis said mockingly as he turned away. <</if>> <<button "Sleep">><<set $datenow.setHours(7, 0, 0, 0)>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -10, 0, 100) >> <<set $pCHP to Math.clamp($hp + 10, 0, 100)>> <<if $francisStory == 0>><<set $francisStory to 1>><</if>> <<if $bluerocks >= 6 && $prisonStory == 2>><<goto "Richard 1">> <<else>><<goto "Cell C22">><</if>> <</button>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Francis/body.png']] Francis leaned back against the cold, stone wall of Cell22, his gaze unwavering as he watched Petra's reluctant approach. The dim light from the barred window cut across his features, casting shadows that seemed to accentuate the cruel set of his mouth. Your role is clear. He said, his voice a low rumble in the oppressive silence of the chamber. You are the whore of Cell22. My whore. And you will not waste what I give you. Petra felt her stomach churn at his words. His declaration was a shackle, heavier than any iron could be. A title she hadn't sought, yet one she was forced to wear. She saw herself through his eyes, a mere object for use, and the image made her skin crawl. She swallowed hard, every muscle in her body tensed for flight, but she knew there was nowhere to run. Francis was a force that even the thick prison walls couldn't contain. His rule here was absolute, his word law. Understand? He arched an eyebrow, the question more of a command than an inquiry. Yes she managed to reply, her voice a hoarse whisper. Good. He stood, unfolding himself to his full imposing height. Then let's begin. [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Francis/penis.png']] Petra's heart plummeted into an abyss. There was no kindness in this world, no reprieve from the demands of flesh and power. She was caught in the relentless gears of Cell22's hierarchy, and with each passing day, her sense of self was ground away, leaving behind a hollow shell where Petra once stood. <<button "Do your job..." "black_bjnonforced1">><<script>>v.pSexHistory.push("Francis");<</script>><</button>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Francis/body.png']] Petra inched forward, the cold stone floor biting at her bare feet, her eyes darting away from Francis' gaze, unable to confront the intensity that burned within them. The dim light from the torches flickered across his face, casting deep shadows that made his features seem even more formidable. Come here, Francis commanded, the two words booming in the stillness of Cell22. His voice was the sound of inevitability, a deep timbre that resonated with the power he wielded over her. She stood before him, her breath shallow, her hands clenched at her sides. There was an economy to her movements, a careful conservation of energy born from the knowledge that any fight would be pointless. She was a vessel, emptied and refilled at his whim, and the thought scraped against her soul like barbed wire. Perform, he said, the order stark and devoid of human warmth. He didn't need to elaborate, his expectation was clear as the unyielding walls that encased them. Petra's compliance was silence, a silence that screamed louder than any protest could. It was the surrender of one who knew the futility of resistance, the acceptance of a reality imposed upon her by those who saw her not as a person but as property. Remember your place, Francis reminded her, his voice low, the words a leash meant to remind her of the bounds she could not escape. And so, with her dignity teetering on the brink of obliteration, Petra did as she was told. Her actions were a void of the passion they simulated, an echo of intimacy where none existed. She was a marionette of demands and degradation, her strings pulled by the iron hand of Francis, the master of Cell22. [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Francis/penis.png']] <<button "Do your job..." "black_bjnonforced1">><<script>>v.pSexHistory.push("Francis");<</script>><</button>>

Sarah sauntered into the bedroom, a mischievous glint in her eye as she eyed Peter, still confined in his chastity cage. <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifePerversion to ($wifePerversion + 10)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastAnal to "unknown">><<set $wifeLastVaginal to "unknown">><<set $wifeLastOral to "unknown">> Well well, looks like someone is still all locked up while I get to have allll the fun, she purred, running a hand along her curves. Peter shifted on the bed, the cool metal of the cage pressing against his aching flesh. He watched Sarah hungrily, desire and frustration warring within him. And she knew exactly what she was doing to him. You know, I've been thinking, Sarah mused, slowly approaching the bed. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/teaseonbedroom3.png']] It hardly seems fair that you're stuck in that cage while I'm free to play with whoever I want. Maybe I'll go out tonight, find a nice big cock to ride. Would you like that, baby? Knowing I'm getting fucked silly while you're locked up tight? Peter groaned, his hands clenching the sheets. The image of Sarah with another man, her body arching in ecstasy, filled his mind. It was torture, pure and simple. Sarah, please... he managed through gritted teeth. Please what? Let you out so you can have a turn? She laughed huskily. I don't think so. I kinda of like you like this, desperate and denied. Completely at my mercy. She was close now, close enough to touch. Peter held his breath as she reached out, elegant fingers tracing along the bars of his cage. He shuddered at the barely-there contact, his body screaming for more. Sarah smirked, drinking in his reaction. She loved seeing him like this, so needy and powerless. The thrill of control sang through her veins. Abruptly, she pulled back. Peter made a choked sound of protest but she ignored it. Well, I should start getting ready for my night out. Don't wait up, darling. With a wink and a blown kiss, she turned and sashayed out of the room, leaving Peter alone with his raging, unsatisfied lust. He collapsed back on the bed with a tortured moan. It was going to be a long, hard night. <<button "Sleep horny and alone untill next morning" "Bedroom">><<set $datenow.setDate($datenow.getDate() + 1)>><<set $datenow.setHours(7, 0, 0, 0)>> <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -20, 0, 100) >> <<set $pCHP to Math.clamp($hp + 20, 0, 100)>><<set $sleepButtonPressed to true>> <<if $peterBuffs.has('Curse of Forever Youth')>><<set $sleepButtonTransformedPressed to true>><</if>> <<run $wardrobePlayer.merge($peterWearingClotheNow)>><<run $peterWearingClotheNow.empty()>><<run $wardrobePlayer.transfer($peterWearingClotheNow,"Naked", 1 )>> <<if $firststoryat <= 10>><<set $datenow.setUTCHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 2)>><</if>><</button>>

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >>Peter lay there, the cool fabric of the sheets offering no comfort against the heat that Sarah's teasing had ignited within him. The chastity cage felt heavier now, a relentless reminder of his predicament.<<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifePerversion to ($wifePerversion + 10)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to "unknown">><<set $wifeLastAnal to "unknown">><<set $wifeLastOral to "unknown">> Sarah, he called out, the name a plea wrapped in a whisper that faded into the thick air of their bedroom. But there was no answer, only the echo of his own longing. The room was an island of silence, save for the distant sound of Sarah preparing for an evening that promised pleasures Peter could only dream of. He tried to calm himself, to think of anything other than the desire that coursed through his veins. But it was futile; every thought looped back to Sarah, her flirty laugh, the sway of her hips, and the power she wielded with such effortless grace. Closing his eyes, Peter took a deep breath, attempting to steady the tremor in his body. Her scent lingered in the room, a mixture of jasmine and something wickedly sweet, ensnaring him further into the web of his own frustrated yearning. The night stretched before him, an expanse of hours filled with the agony of what-ifs and the knowledge that Sarah held the key, both literally and figuratively, to his release. And yet, despite the torment, he couldn't deny the thrill that pulsed alongside the ache – the intoxicating dance of dominance and surrender. Peter shifted uncomfortably, the metal constraints mocking his efforts to find any semblance of ease. With each passing second, the anticipation of Sarah's return – whenever that might be – gnawed at him, a bittersweet promise of continued denial. Enjoy yourself, my love, he whispered into the empty room, a vow of devotion in the face of his own deprivation. Because even in his desperation, Peter knew that this was where he belonged, bound and waiting in the shadows of Sarah's desires. <<button "Sleep horny and alone untill next morning" "Bedroom">><<set $datenow.setDate($datenow.getDate() + 1)>><<set $datenow.setHours(7, 0, 0, 0)>> <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -20, 0, 100) >> <<set $pCHP to Math.clamp($hp + 20, 0, 100)>><<set $sleepButtonPressed to true>> <<if $peterBuffs.has('Curse of Forever Youth')>><<set $sleepButtonTransformedPressed to true>><</if>> <<run $wardrobePlayer.merge($peterWearingClotheNow)>><<run $peterWearingClotheNow.empty()>><<run $wardrobePlayer.transfer($peterWearingClotheNow,"Naked", 1 )>> <<if $firststoryat <= 10>><<set $datenow.setUTCHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 2)>><</if>><</button>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/teaseonbedroom1.png']] <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >>Sarah's presence was a whisper of silk and the subtle cloying hint of her perfume as she moved closer to Peter, her lips hovering just a breath away from his ear. Her voice, when it came, was a low purr, a ribbon of sound that curled around him, heavy with the memory of another's touch. Last night, she began, the words rolling off her tongue like velvet, He had hands that knew every curve of my body, as if he'd studied me for years. Her breath was hot, a stark contrast to the cool metal encasing Peter's aching flesh. The way he moved within me... It was as if I were made for his pleasure alone. Peter's throat tightened, the image she painted igniting a fire deep within him. His gaze was locked on Sarah, on the slight smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she relished in the sway she held over his senses. Sarah, please, he managed to say, the plea rough against his vocal cords. His hands clenched into fists, the need to touch her skin so acute it bordered on pain. Unlock me. I need to feel you. Her eyes met his, glinting with something feral and triumphant. Need? She echoed the word as if tasting it, savoring the dominance it granted her. A small laugh escaped her, the sound dancing mockingly in the air between them. But isn't this more fun? Watching you twist and burn with want? His response was cut short by the sight of her fingers tracing an idle path along the cage's surface, never enough to satisfy, always enough to torment. Peter swallowed down the lump forming in his throat, his entire being crying out for reprieve. Let me show you how much you mean to me, he tried again, his voice a strained whisper that betrayed the depth of his longing. With a shake of her head, Sarah's smirk widened, a silent denial that spoke volumes. [[Wife n Peter Sex14.1<-She reveled in the game, in the sweet cruelty of withholding what they both craved.]]

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >>Sarah lounged back against the plush pillows, a queen surveying her captive subject with a playful smirk tugging at her lips. Her eyes, bright with the thrill of dominance, held Peter's in their sway. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/teaseonbedroom2.png']] Imagine, she cooed. The freedom I have, the sheer delight of feeling them, one after another, claiming what you can only dream of right now. Her words dripped like honey, laced with venom that stung his pride and inflamed his desire. Sarah, please, Peter implored, his voice rough with unspent longing. The metallic constraint felt tighter with each passing second, his body a battleground of need and denial. Her head tilted, feigning consideration. Please what? You want me to free you? Sarah arched an eyebrow, the embodiment of tease and denial. To let you join in the fun? More than anything, he gasped out, straining against his bonds, his submission to her will as clear as the desperation in his gaze. With a languid shake of her head, Sarah dismissed his plea. But isn't this is your place, Pete? Watching, wanting, while I indulge. His heart thundered, echoing the surge of frustration that threatened to overwhelm him. The key to his release dangled just out of reach, her refusal his exquisite torment. Sarah sat beneath him, [[Wife n Peter Sex16.1<-her face close to his caged penis.]]

Sarah once again approached Peter with a glint in her eye as she eyed him, still confined in his chastity cage. <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >>Peter's limbs shivered, his skin tingling under the relentless [[Wife n Peter Sex18.1<-assault of Sarah's fingertips.]]

<<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/wife/videos/tease.mp4'>><<run video(_video)>><<run playVideo()>> Patience, my love, she said, her words laced with false consolation and the promise of continued denial. Anticipation is half the pleasure, after all. Stop, Peter gasped, but his plea became a moan as Sarah's tongue glided over the cool metal encasing him. A deliberate provocation, a call to the primal part of him that strained against his bonds. Does it feel good? she asked, her voice the embodiment of sin. Y... Yes... he admitted, shame and desire warring within him. His hips twitched, seeking more of her exasperating caress, even as <<link "his mind screamed for respite.">><<script>>deleteVideo();<</script>><<goto "Wife n Peter Sex14.2">><</link>>

<<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/wife/videos/tease.mp4'>><<run video(_video)>><<run playVideo()>>Sarah, please... His eyes were wide, pupils blown with need. Please what? Her breath hot against his penis. This? Her tongue drew around the base of the cage, sending his pulse skyrocketing. Gods, yes... no... I don't know! Peter's words tumbled out incoherently. The contradiction of pleasure and frustration left him disoriented, tethered on the edge of madness. Shh, Sarah soothed, her tone mocking the tender gesture. Just let go, Peter. Let yourself enjoy the ache. He shook his head, denying her command even as his body betrayed him. Every nerve ending seemed to cry out, resonating with the tantalizing promise of her touch. His chest rose and fell rapidly, <<link "breaths shallow and uneven.">><<script>>deleteVideo();<</script>><<goto "Wife n Peter Sex14.2.1">><</link>>

<<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/wife/videos/tease.mp4'>><<run video(_video)>><<run playVideo()>>Look at you, she whispered, her gaze fixed on the evidence of his arousal. So desperate for relief. It's intoxicating. Sarah, I can't— Can't what? She leaned back, her eyes locked onto his. The power she wielded hung tangible in the air, a force as potent as any physical restraint. You can't handle a little teasing from your own wife? It's not just teasing. His voice cracked, raw emotion bleeding through. It's torture. Sweet torture, she corrected, her tongue resuming their maddening dance. The kind you love. Sarah, he said, his voice now barely audible, a testament to his unraveling composure. ou know I can't bear much more. Then don't bear it, she replied, her words laced with challenge. Let it consume you. With a final feather-light lick, she pulled away, <<link "leaving him shivering from the loss.">><<script>>deleteVideo();<</script>><<goto "Wife n Peter Sex14.3">><</link>>

<<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/wife/videos/tease2.mp4'>><<run video(_video)>><<run playVideo()>>Her finger danced across the metal that imprisoned him, her touch light yet scorching, tracing the contours of Peter's chastity cage. A calculated torment, a reminder of his confinement and her control. You know... I can still feel their warmth, Pete? she murmured, her voice a sinful whisper. The remnants of other men, lingering inside me. But unfortunately not yours... Peter's body tensed, a shudder rippling through him as her words conjured vivid images he couldn't escape. His response was a choked sound, caught between yearning and anguish. Her breath cascaded over his ear, hot and heavy with promise. Later, I'll be meeting with someone who you know very well, she confessed, her tone dripping with the pleasure of anticipated sin. His touch is fire, his pace, relentless. And I'll be lost in it, screaming his name. Peter's throat tightened, his voice barely a whisper. Sarah... Shh, love, Sarah hushed, <<link "her lips grazing his earlobe in a mock of intimacy.">><<script>>deleteVideo();<</script>><<goto "Wife n Peter Sex16.2">><</link>>

<<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/wife/videos/tease2.mp4'>><<run video(_video)>><<run playVideo()>>The metal cage felt like ice compared to her searing touch, a barrier that held him captive to her whims. His breaths came in ragged gasps, each one laced with the sharp sting of need. Sarah, please, he begged once again, the words torn from deep within him. Please? she echoed back, her voice thick with amusement. You think you've earned the right to be pleased? The question hung heavy in the air, dripping with implications Peter couldn't ignore. He watched, helpless, as Sarah's gaze roamed over him, her eyes alight with the thrill of power. She reveled in this game, this delicate dance of <<link "denial that left him so precariously balanced on the edge.">><<script>>deleteVideo();<</script>><<goto "Wife n Peter Sex18.2">><</link>>

<<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/wife/videos/tease2.mp4'>><<run video(_video)>><<run playVideo()>>Your desperation is delicious, she said, her tone leisurely, as if she were commenting on the weather rather than his torment. I could just drink it up. Sarah, Peter tried again, but his plea was cut short by her finger pressed firmly against his lips. Shh, she instructed, her command unyielding. Isn't it enough to know you're part of my pleasure? That every time I'm fucked, a piece of you is there with me, locked away, unable to join in? She teased. And once again she used <<link "her tongue on Peter's locked penis.">><<script>>deleteVideo();<</script>><<goto "Wife n Peter Sex18.3">><</link>>

<<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/wife/videos/tease.mp4'>><<run video(_video)>><<run playVideo()>> The imagery twisted inside him, a knot of longing and frustration that clenched tighter with each word she uttered. Her cruelty was a balm to her own desires, a means to savor her freedom while he languished in restraint. Remember this feeling, Pete, she murmured as she stepped back, the distance between them suddenly vast and insurmountable. It might be the closest you'll get to being inside me again. With those final words, Sarah turned away, leaving behind the echo of her laughter and the jingle of the key as she moved. Peter's head fell back against the pillows, his body still quaking, <<link "the cold metal a constant reminder of the pleasures denied.">><<script>>deleteVideo();<</script>><<goto "Wife n Peter Sex18.4">><</link>>

<<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $wifePerversion to ($wifePerversion + 10)>><<set $wifeTimesCreampied++>><<set $wifeVaginal++>><<set $wifeAnal++>><<set $wifeOral++>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to "unknown">><<set $wifeLastAnal to "unknown">><<set $wifeLastVaginal to "unknown">><<set $wifeLastOral to "unknown">> Don't wait for me Pete. Love you! The door closed with a soft click, sealing his fate. [img[setup.ImagePath+'house/bedroom.png']] Alone, Peter lay engulfed by the silence of the room, the weight of his chastity cage now a leaden anchor to his unfulfilled desires. Sarah had departed, her satisfaction complete in the knowledge that she possessed the ultimate control: the key to his release, the arbiter of his agony. Peter's gaze lingered on the closed door, his heart thudding in his chest. Each beat spelled out the reality of his situation: trapped, teased, and utterly at Sarah's mercy. She had departed, yes, but her presence remained, an intoxicating scent that clung to the air, a phantom caress he could still feel on his skin. The room, their sanctuary of intimacy, had transformed into a stage for this torturous game. The soft bedding beneath him mocked the hardness of the cage—a cage that had become an extension of himself, a cruel shackle forged from his own desires. He shifted, the movement causing the metal to press against him, eliciting a sharp inhale. It was a cruel irony that even in seeking comfort, he found none. The device was unyielding, its purpose singular and clear—to keep him from the very essence of what defined him as a man. Sarah, he whispered, the name a plea, a curse. His voice barely rose above the sound of his own labored breathing. In the quiet of the room, it was a futile incantation, no power to summon her back, no magic to release him from this spell. The frustration coiled tighter within him. He longed to reach out, to tear away the barriers that separated them, to reclaim the connection they once shared so freely. But the bonds of his submission were strong, and Sarah held all the cards. His eyes closed, surrendering to the sensations that overwhelmed him, the relentless teasing that promised no end. Peter's thoughts spun, caught up in the intricate dance of power and desire, where every touch was a promise, and every denial a stroke to the flame that burned within him. And through it all, the chastity cage remained, a cold reminder of his place in Sarah's world, a testament to the pleasure he could not have, and the tantalizing torment of what lay just beyond his reach. <<button "Sleep horny and alone untill next morning" "Bedroom">><<set $datenow.setDate($datenow.getDate() + 1)>><<set $datenow.setHours(7, 0, 0, 0)>> <<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + -20, 0, 100) >> <<set $pCHP to Math.clamp($hp + 20, 0, 100)>><<set $sleepButtonPressed to true>> <<if $peterBuffs.has('Curse of Forever Youth')>><<set $sleepButtonTransformedPressed to true>><</if>> <<run $wardrobePlayer.merge($peterWearingClotheNow)>><<run $peterWearingClotheNow.empty()>><<run $wardrobePlayer.transfer($peterWearingClotheNow,"Naked", 1 )>> <<if $firststoryat <= 10>><<set $datenow.setUTCHours($datenow.getUTCHours() + 2)>><</if>><</button>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Francis/body.png']] Whore, the voice boomed from the shadowed doorway of Cell22, slicing through the sounds of the prison's daily din. Francis stood with his muscular frame filling the space, eyes scanning until they fixed on her. His voice left no room for disobedience. With a swallow that did little to moisten her dry throat, she stepped forward, moving past the other prisoners who averted their gaze, knowing better than to witness what might unfold. Come, he commanded, turning on his heel, his long beard swaying slightly as he moved with purpose toward the far end of the corridor. His boots thudded against the stone floor, each step resonant with the [[GloryRoomPrisonIntro1.1<-authority he wielded within these walls.]]

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/gl_anal1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 20)>> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("gl_analCreampie1"); } }, 20000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("gl_analCreampie1"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/gl_analCreampie1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 2)>> <<if $pCumBot == 0>><<set $pCumBot to 1>><</if>> <<if $pCumBot == 1>><<set $pCumBot to 2>><</if>> ??? came inside your asshole! <<set $pSexHistoryFullList.push("??? - Anal (GloryHole)")>> <<set $pCumAss++>><<set $pCumAssTimer to $datenow>> <<set $pAssGapingIn++>><<set $pStateAssTimer to $datenow>> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("Glory Hole (Inside)"); } }, 17000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); v.glClient = ""; goto("Glory Hole (Inside)"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/gl_bj1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 20)>> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("gl_bjCum1"); } }, 20000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("gl_bjCum1"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/gl_bjCum1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 2)>> <<if $pCumTop == 0>><<set $pCumTop to 1>><</if>> <<if $pCumTop == 1>><<set $pCumTop to 2>><</if>> <<if $pCumTop == 2 && $pCumMid == 0>><<set $pCumMid to 1>><</if>> <<if $pCumTop == 2 && $pCumMid == 1>><<set $pCumMid to 2>><</if>> ??? came inside your mouth! <<set $pSexHistoryFullList.push("??? - Oral (GloryHole)")>> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); v.glClient = ""; goto("Glory Hole (Inside)"); } }, 14000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); v.glClient = ""; goto("Glory Hole (Inside)"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/gl_black_bj1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 20)>> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("gl_black_bjCum1"); } }, 20000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("gl_black_bjCum1"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/gl_black_bjCum1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 2)>> <<if $pCumTop == 0>><<set $pCumTop to 1>><</if>> <<if $pCumTop == 1>><<set $pCumTop to 2>><</if>> <<if $pCumTop == 2 && $pCumMid == 0>><<set $pCumMid to 1>><</if>> <<if $pCumTop == 2 && $pCumMid == 1>><<set $pCumMid to 2>><</if>> ??? came inside your mouth! <<set $pSexHistoryFullList.push("??? - Oral (GloryHole)")>> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); v.glClient = ""; goto("Glory Hole (Inside)"); } }, 6500); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); v.glClient = ""; goto("Glory Hole (Inside)"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/gl_black_anal1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 20)>> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("gl_black_analCreampie1"); } }, 20000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("gl_black_analCreampie1"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/gl_black_analCreampie1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 2)>> <<if $pCumBot == 0>><<set $pCumBot to 1>><</if>> <<if $pCumBot == 1>><<set $pCumBot to 2>><</if>> ??? came inside your asshole! <<set $pSexHistoryFullList.push("??? - Anal (GloryHole)")>> <<set $pCumAss++>><<set $pCumAssTimer to $datenow>> <<set $pAssGapingIn++>><<set $pStateAssTimer to $datenow>> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("Glory Hole (Inside)"); } }, 13000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); v.glClient = ""; goto("Glory Hole (Inside)"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/gl_black_anal2.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 20)>> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("gl_black_analCreampie1"); } }, 20000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("gl_black_analCreampie1"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/gl_vaginal1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 20)>> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<set $vaginalCreampie to random(1, 2)>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("gl_vaginalCreampie" + v.vaginalCreampie); } }, 20000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("gl_vaginalCreampie" + v.vaginalCreampie); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/gl_vaginalCreampie1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 2)>> <<if $pCumBot == 0>><<set $pCumBot to 1>><</if>> <<if $pCumBot == 1>><<set $pCumBot to 2>><</if>> ??? came inside you! <<set $pSexHistoryFullList.push("??? - Vaginal (GloryHole)")>> <<set $pCumVag++>><<set $pCumVagTimer to $datenow>> <<set $pVagGapingIn ++>><<set $pStateVagTimer to $datenow>> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); v.glClient = ""; goto("Glory Hole (Inside)"); } }, 16000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); v.glClient = ""; goto("Glory Hole (Inside)"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/gl_vaginalCreampie2.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 2)>> <<if $pCumBot == 0>><<set $pCumBot to 1>><</if>> <<if $pCumBot == 1>><<set $pCumBot to 2>><</if>> ??? came inside you! <<set $pSexHistoryFullList.push("??? - Vaginal (GloryHole)")>> <<set $pCumVag++>><<set $pCumVagTimer to $datenow>> <<set $pVagGapingIn ++>><<set $pStateVagTimer to $datenow>> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); v.glClient = ""; goto("Glory Hole (Inside)"); } }, 9700); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); v.glClient = ""; goto("Glory Hole (Inside)"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/gl_black_vaginal1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 20)>> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("gl_black_vaginalCreampie1"); } }, 20000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("gl_black_vaginalCreampie1"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/gl_black_vaginal2.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 20)>> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("gl_black_vaginalCreampie1"); } }, 20000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("gl_black_vaginalCreampie1"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame++>><<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 10, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/player/female/videos/gl_black_vaginalCreampie1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 2)>> <<if $pCumBot == 0>><<set $pCumBot to 1>><</if>> <<if $pCumBot == 1>><<set $pCumBot to 2>><</if>> ??? came inside you! <<set $pSexHistoryFullList.push("??? - Vaginal (GloryHole)")>> <<set $pCumVag++>><<set $pCumVagTimer to $datenow>> <<set $pVagGapingIn ++>><<set $pStateVagTimer to $datenow>> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<script>> window.timeoutID = setTimeout(function() { v.timerExpired = true; if (v.timerExpired) { v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); v.glClient = ""; goto("Glory Hole (Inside)"); } }, 22000); <</script>> <<button "Skip">> <<script>> clearTimeout(timeoutID); v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); v.glClient = ""; goto("Glory Hole (Inside)"); <</script>> <</button>>

<h3>Prison - Glory Hole</h3> [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/structure/gloryhole.png']] You can askt Francis to lock you inside the glory hole. <<button "Prison Main Hall ->">><<goto "Prison Main Hall">><</button>> <<if $m2f != 0>> <<set $m2f to 0>><<set $pBoobs to 1>><<set $playerName to "Petra">><<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 6>><<set $francisStory to 3>> <<set $pHeight to 1>><<set $pVagina to true>><<set $prisonStory to 2>><<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame to ($pPrisonCumDumpsterFame + 20)>> <<run $wardrobePlayer.merge($peterWearingClotheNow)>><<run $peterWearingClotheNow.empty()>><<run $wardrobePlayer.transfer($peterWearingClotheNow,"Naked", 1 )>> <</if>>

<h3>Prison - Glory Hole (Inside)</h3> <<if $glClient == "">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/structure/gloryholeinside.png']]<</if>> <<if $glClient != "">>[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/'+$glClient+'/penis.png']]<</if>> <<if ($stringTimeNow < 6 || $stringTimeNow >= 22)>> <<if $francisStory > 2>><<goto "FrancisGetYouOutOfGloryHole">><</if>> <<if $francisStory == 2>><<goto "FrancisGetYouOutOfGloryHoleFirstEvent">><</if>> <</if>> <<if $m2f != 0>> <<set $m2f to 0>><<set $pBoobs to 1>><<set $playerName to "Petra">><<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 6>> <<set $pHeight to 1>><<set $pVagina to true>><<set $prisonStory to 2>><<set $pPrisonCumDumpsterFame to ($pPrisonCumDumpsterFame + 20)>> <<run $wardrobePlayer.merge($peterWearingClotheNow)>><<run $peterWearingClotheNow.empty()>><<run $wardrobePlayer.transfer($peterWearingClotheNow,"Naked", 1 )>> <</if>> <<if $glClient == "">> <<button "Wait">> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 1)>> <<set _rnd to random(1, 2)>> <<if _rnd == 1>><<set _rnd to random(0, $arrayPrisoners.length - 1)>><<set $glClient to ($arrayPrisoners[_rnd])>><<pickup $backpack 'Blue rocks' 1>><</if>> <<goto "Glory Hole (Inside)">> <</button>><</if>> <<set $rndm to random(1, 2)>> <<if $glClient != "">> <<button "Use your mouth">><<script>> if(v.blackPrisoners.includes(v.glClient))goto("gl_black_bj1"); if(!v.blackPrisoners.includes(v.glClient))goto("gl_bj1"); <</script>><</button>><</if>> <<if $glClient != "">><<button "Use your Pussy">><<script>> if(v.blackPrisoners.includes(v.glClient))goto("gl_black_vaginal" + v.rndm); if(!v.blackPrisoners.includes(v.glClient))goto("gl_vaginal1"); <</script>><</button>><</if>> <<if $glClient != "">><<button "Use your Ass">><<script>> if(v.blackPrisoners.includes(v.glClient))goto("gl_black_anal" + v.rndm); if(!v.blackPrisoners.includes(v.glClient))goto("gl_anal1"); <</script>><</button>><</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Francis/body.png']] The key scraped against the metal lock, a harsh grating sound that signaled the end of the day's labor. Francis stood in the doorway, his presence large and looming like the shadow of an ominous cloud over a parched land. His eyes, cold and calculating, assessed Petra as one might inspect livestock. Your shift's over, he said, his voice devoid of warmth. Petra's limbs felt heavy as she pushed herself up from her confined position in the tiny room, stained with the evidence of countless men's desires. She avoided looking directly at Francis, knowing too well the cruel satisfaction he derived from her debasement. <<button "Follow him to your cell" "Cell C22">><</button>>

<h3>Prison - Glory Hole</h3> [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/structure/gloryhole.png']] Inside, Francis ordered, his voice devoid of emotion. He pushed open the heavy door, the creaking sound resonating. The crude partitions, the holes carved with uncaring precision. The air was thick with the scent of sex and cum. I will be back when you are done, Francis's words seeped through the thick wood. Have your fun whore. <<button "Get Locked Inside" "Glory Hole (Inside)">><</button>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/structure/corridor.png']] Her heart hammered against her chest, a frenzied rhythm that matched her hastening steps. Silence stretched between them, filled only by the echo of their footfalls and the distant clanking of chains somewhere in the bowels of the prison. Where are we going? Petra ventured, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own blood rushing in her ears. Quiet, he snapped without glancing back. You'll see. The air grew cooler as they left the more populated areas behind. The stench of unwashed bodies and despair gave way to a mustier scent, one of disuse and decay. They stopped before a door less worn than the others, its heavy wood set apart from the [[GloryRoomPrisonIntro1.2<-rest by an aura of neglect.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/structure/gloryhole.png']] The corner of the prison loomed like a shadowed grotto, untouched by warmth or solace. A wooden cubicle marred the space, its rough surface pocked with circular holes that seemed to leer at Petra like unblinking eyes. Her pulse quickened as understanding crashed over her in icy waves. Here, Francis said, gesturing toward the structure with a hand that held no tremor of doubt. Your new station. Petra's gaze traced the lines of the cubicle, the implications of the holes slicing through any pretense of ignorance. She swallowed hard, the sound deafening in the silence between them. Some men here don't want to have the trouble of hearing your whining, just some relief. Francis began, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate with the walls themselves. They want some quick pleasure. This, he gestured again, more pointedly. Is where you come in. He leaned closer, the scent of him, a mix of leather and a life spent confined, filled her nostrils. You'll be here, on this side. The men will be on the other. They pay, you provide. No need for sweet talk. It's efficient. Efficient? Petra echoed, the word tasting bitter on her tongue. Exactly, Francis confirmed with a nod. It strips away complications. Reduces everything to the base transaction. Simple. Primal. Like animals, she whispered, not a question but a stark realization. Animals survive, he retorted sharply. That's what you're going to do. Survive. Petra's hands clenched into fists at her sides. The cubicle wasn't just a station, it was a cage. Francis had made that abundantly clear. And she was nothing more than currency in the brutal economy that ruled this place. Inside, Francis said, pushing open the door with a force that suggested it was seldom used. Petra hesitated on the threshold, peering into the dimness beyond. Her stomach churned, a whirlpool of anxiety and dread. She knew better than to question him further. Move, he growled. Petra's skin prickled with dread, her breaths shallow as she gazed into the enclosure that would soon become another prison. The thought of being confined within such a space, subject to the whims of those who lingered beyond, curdled her insides. There was no escape now, only acceptance of the grim reality Francis had laid out before her. Step in, Francis commanded, his voice void of sympathy. His eyes, dark and unyielding, watched her every move, assessing her reluctance. With leaden steps, Petra entered the cubicle, each footfall a somber drumbeat marking her surrender. She turned back to look at Francis, searching for a sliver of mercy that she knew wouldn't be there. Remember whore, you're here to serve, he said flatly, pushing the door closed with a solid thud. Don't make me regret building this. The click of the lock was deafening in the confined space, a sound that signified more than just the securing of a door, it was the shackling of her fate. Francis's heavy footsteps retreated, leaving Petra enveloped in a silence that [[GloryRoomPrisonIntro1.3<-was anything but peaceful.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/structure/gloryholeinsideclean.png']] The air was thick, stifling. Petra's lungs fought for breath in the cramped darkness of the cubicle. She could feel the walls pressing in, invisible forces conspiring to squeeze the very essence from her. Her heart thudded against her ribcage, a frantic drumroll that seemed too loud in the confines of her wooden prison. Her hand reached out, fingers brushing against the coarse surface of the wall. It was real, the splinters that threatened to prick her skin were undeniably tangible. The grain of the wood felt like ancient braille under her touch. Her mind was a battlefield, thoughts clashing with ferocious intensity. Images of Sarah, her wife, danced at the edges of her consciousness, her beacon of hope in this relentless darkness. Each memory was a lifeline, tenuous and fraying as they might be. She could not lose herself here. Not completely. For Sarah's sake, for their love that had weathered storms and scorn, she had to endure. But the question of how ate at her, gnawing away any semblance of resolve. This was no life for anyone, let alone those rare and precious beings called females. Need to remember who I am, Petra murmured. Not just what they want you to be. Her grey eyes, though unseen in the shadow. Who I am? she questioned the silence, the words hanging heavy in the air. Am I Petra, or just... A plaything? No answer came, only the suffocating stillness that promised more torment to come. And with each passing second, the battle within her raged on, waging war between [[GloryRoomPrison1.4<-resignation and rebellion.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/structure/gloryholeinsideclean.png']] The floorboards creaked outside the cubicle, heralding his approach. Petra's pulse thrummed in her ears, a rhythmic reminder of what was to come. She pressed her back against the wooden wall, as if she could somehow fade into its grain and escape the fate that awaited. Girlyyy..., came the man's gruff voice from the other side. Petra clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms. His shadow loomed at the circular hole, a dark promise. Her breath hitched, a silent plea for strength. For Sarah. Are you there? he demanded, an undertone of impatience tainting his words. Yes... she managed to reply, her voice steadier than she felt. Good. The sound of coins clinking against wood filtered through the partition. Payment made, a transaction devoid of humanity. The man's fingers appeared first, probing, claiming space. Petra inhaled sharply, the cool prison air filling her lungs with a shudder. She anchored herself in the present, in the reality of touch, the only language that spoke in this forsaken place. Move closer, the man instructed, a command she could not refuse. She did as told, inching forward until the rough texture of the wooden divide scratched against her skin. It was a sensation that grounded her, even as it forewarned of the pain to come. Good girl, he murmured, a perverse praise that twisted in her gut. She stiffened, her body a battleground between duty and disgust. But thoughts of Sarah, her beacon of love, guided her through the darkness. It was for her she endured, for their shared dreams that once seemed so attainable. Show me what you're worth, the man said, a challenge laced with lurid anticipation. Petra closed her eyes, summoning an image of Sarah's soft smile, using it as armor against the harsh reality. With resolve hardened by necessity, she reached out, her movements deliberate, her role played with reluctant precision. <<button "Serve him">><<set $francisStory to 2>><<set $glClient to "Abe">><<goto "Glory Hole (Inside)">><</button>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Francis/body.png']] <<set $francisStory to 3>> The key turned with a jarring finality, the metallic click resonating in the stillness of Petra’s confined world. Francis's silhouette filled the doorway, broad and unmoved, a stark contrast to the dim shadows that clung to the corners of the cubicle. He stood there, a silent harbinger of her release. Time's up, he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. Francis throws some rocks at Petra, she fumbled with the currency, her fingers numb and uncooperative, a bitter reminder of what they represented. Get out. The command was simple, but it carried the weight of an unspoken threat. She pushed her weary body upright, every muscle protesting. Her feet struggled to find their purpose, her balance wavering like a reed in the wind. The wooden floor seemed to shift beneath her, a treacherous sea that refused to stand still. Move, Francis urged, impatience threading his tone. Petra stumbled past him, her movements ungainly and disjointed. She felt his gaze on her back, cold and calculating, measuring her worth in this twisted economy of flesh and desire. You'll do it again whore, It is in your nature, just tell me when. he said, the words falling between them like stones. Understood? Understood, she managed to murmur, each syllable scraped raw against her throat. She emerged from the cubicle, the prison's harsh lights assaulting her senses. The air outside was no fresher, thick with the scent of sweat and despair, yet it filled her lungs with the promise of survival. Forcing her legs to move, she left behind the darkness, her head held as high as she could muster, [[Cell C22<-unwilling to let him see just how thoroughly he had broken her.]]

Petra sat curled in the corner of her cell, knees drawn to her chest. The dank and musty air of the prison hung heavy, a constant presence that clung to her like a second skin. Her grey eyes, once sharp and perceptive, now dulled under the relentless torment she endured. The stone walls echoed with the distant clamor of chains and the groans of the damned, yet within her, an inexplicable shift began to stir. [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Francis/body.png']] Hey, little bird, a gruff voice called out from the shadows. It was Francis, his muscular frame casting an imposing silhouette against the flickering torchlight. His beard, peppered with gray, twitched as he spoke, revealing a cruel smirk. Time for your daily pleasure, he taunted, his words slicing through the thick silence. Petra's body tensed, but a strange new thought wormed its way into her mind, unbidden and unsettling. She found herself pondering the shape and feel of the men who had claimed her in their brutish displays of power. Get up! Titan's booming voice followed, shaking the very foundations of the cell. He stood beside Francis, a giant among men. His loyalty to Francis was unwavering, his role as enforcer unquestioned. Please, just let me be, Petra whispered, her voice a mere breath against the storm of their presence. Yet inside, a treacherous curiosity wrestled with her revulsion. The thoughts of men, of their anatomy, crept into her consciousness with disturbing clarity. Despite everything, despite the disgust that coated her tongue like bile, these thoughts persisted, invasive and foreign. Stand up, or it'll be worse for you, Francis snarled, stepping closer. Petra complied, her movements slow and deliberate, as if wading through a mire. Her petite frame seemed inconsequential compared to the hulking forms before her. But her mind, once a fortress, now lay besieged by images she wished to expunge. Look at her, Francis. She's starting to like it, isn't she? Titan chuckled darkly, his voice like thunder rumbling through the narrow confines of the cell. Shut up, Petra spat, but her heart betrayed her, hammering against her ribs in a rhythm that felt all too similar to desire. She clung to the memories of Sarah, her wife, her love, to anchor her in this sea of depravity. Seems like you're getting used to us, little bird, Francis continued, leaning in so close she could smell the stale scent of tobacco on his breath. Maybe you're not as pure as you thought. Petra remained silent, her gaze fixed on the cold ground beneath her feet. The change within her was undeniable, a dark blossom unfurling in the pit of her stomach. Yet she refused to acknowledge it, to give voice to the transformation that threatened to unravel her very being. Enough talk, Titan growled, and the two men closed in on her, their intentions clear as the distance between them vanished. The scene played out as it had countless times before, each moment etched into Petra's soul like a brand. And throughout it all, those treacherous thoughts lingered, [[ChangingMind1.1<-whispering sweet poison into her ear.]]

Petra's body ached, the grime and sweat clinging to her like a second skin. Her grey eyes scanned the dimly lit prison, searching for a place to rest before the next round of abuse inevitably began. As she found a shadowy corner to sit in, she caught herself doing something she never thought she would, examining the bodies of the male inmates around her. It started as a means of survival, anticipating who might be the next to inflict pain upon her fragile frame. But now, it had taken on a different nature. She couldn't help but notice their muscular arms, broad shoulders, and sometimes even their dicks. It was as if her mind refused to look away from them, no matter how much she wanted to. [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/story/inmates4.png']] Please, Petra whispered to herself. Don't let this change me. She knew that her time in this hellish place had already altered her in ways she couldn't begin to comprehend. Yet, she clung to the love she held for her wife, Sarah, like a lifeline in the darkness. It was a constant reminder of what she needed to protect, even as her own sense of identity and sexuality became increasingly blurred. Petra closed her eyes, attempting to block out the leering faces and taunts of the inmates surrounding her. She focused on Sarah's smile, the sound of her laughter, and the way her touch felt against Petra's skin. Memories of their life together were the only thing keeping her sane in this nightmare. Sarah, she breathed softly, tears streaming down her cheeks. I'll do anything to get back to you. As the hours passed, Petra tried to keep her eyes closed, hoping to avoid the temptation of studying the men around her. But every so often, they would flicker open, betraying her and revealing the bodies of the inmates. Each time, she cursed herself for her weakness and [[Cell C22<-the changes taking place within her.]]

Steam curled from the bucket as Francis lowered himself into the hot water. Petra, perched on a rickety stool in the corner of Cell22, couldn't help but watch him. She knew it was wrong, but her eyes were drawn to his muscular form, his broad shoulders and powerful arms. The tendrils of steam danced around him like eager lovers, caressing his ebony skin. [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/story/francisbathing.png']] Damn, this feels good, Francis sighed, his deep voice resonating within the cell. Petra's heart raced, she knew she shouldn't be watching, but she couldn't look away. It was as if her eyes were magnetized to his body. Whore, he said suddenly, catching her off guard. You okay over there? Y-yes, she stammered, trying to appear nonchalant. Just, uh, thinking. About what? He asked, raising an eyebrow as he lathered soap onto his chest. The muscles rippled beneath his skin like waves, and Petra found herself entranced once more. Nothing important, she lied, forcing her gaze to the floor. Why couldn't she tear her eyes away from him? Suit yourself, Francis replied, shrugging and returning his attention to his bath. The sound of water sloshing against the sides of the bucket filled the cell, and Petra had to remind herself to breathe. As she tried to focus on anything else though the thought of his power over her still lingered in her mind. Whore, he called out again, breaking her thoughts. Pass me that towel. Of course, she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. As she handed him the towel, their fingers brushed momentarily, sending an electric current through her body. She quickly looked away, her cheeks burning with shame. Go, harlot he said gruffly, drying himself off and stepping out of the bucket. Petra kept her eyes on the ground, unable to face him. She hated when he called her that. She knew it was his way of reminding her of her place, [[Cell C22<-but it still stung.]]

<<if $cleanWife == 0>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/cumass1.png']] Peter's gaze lingered, his breath catching at the sight before him. The evidence of Sarah's recent pleasures glistened on her skin, a stark contrast to her pale complexion. As he watched, she adjusted herself with a contented sigh, seemingly oblivious to his scrutiny. Enjoying the view, Peter? Her voice cut through his trance, light and teasing. He cleared his throat, unable to tear his eyes away. It's... hard not to. Sarah chuckled, the sound dancing in the air between them. She turned to face him, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. Hard seems to be the right word, she quipped<<if $pChastity>>, eyeing the growing bulge in his trousers<</if>>. Sarah... Peter protested weakly, but the heat in his cheeks betrayed his arousal. Come now, don't be shy. Her fingers trailed down her body, lingering at her hips with purposeful slowness. You know you want to touch. Peter swallowed, his resolve crumbling under the weight of her seductive tone. He stepped closer, drawn by an invisible force he neither understood nor could resist. magentaLooks like someone enjoys being teased, Sarah said, her flirty smile widening. Maybe, Peter admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Maybe? Sarah arched an eyebrow, her playful nature stoking the flames of his desire. I think we can do better than maybe. Their exchange, charged and intimate, left little room for doubt about the depth of their connection. Peter's gaze lingered, fixated on the creamy evidence of Sarah’s recent encounters. The sight ignited a fervent desire within him to serve her every whim. He watched, entranced, as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her movements sinuous and deliberate. Would you like to help me clean up, Pete? Sarah's voice was a velvet purr, each word dripping with invitation. <<link "Yes...">><<set $cleanWife to 2>><<goto "Clean1">><</link>> <<link "No...">><<set $cleanWife to 1>><<goto "Wife Interaction">><</link>> (She won't ask again.) <</if>> <<if $cleanWife == 1>><<goto "Wife Interaction">><</if>> <<if $cleanWife == 4>><<set $cleanWife to 3>> [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/cunni.png']] <<set $creampieCheck to 0>><<set $wifeCumFilledWith to Math.clamp($wifeCumFilledWith - 100, 0, 100)>><<set $wifeLastSexAt to ($wifeLastSexAt - 18000000)>> Sarah arched her back, a small moan escaping her lips as Peter's tongue continued its diligent work. Her hands remained entwined in his hair, applying subtle pressure to direct him, her hips tilting to offer him better access. Each motion he made was met with a soft sigh or a bitten lip, clear signs of her mounting pleasure. Does it please you, Sarah? Peter's voice was muffled against her skin, his words vibrating through her. Immensely, she replied, her voice thick with satisfaction. You always know how to serve me well. Only for you, he said, pausing to look up at her with eyes full of adoration and acquiescence. Tell me, Peter, what drives you to such lengths? To taste me after such... an encounter? Her inquiry was pointed, yet her tone held a playful edge. Love, he confessed without hesitation, his gaze unwavering. And the desire to see you fulfilled. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you, my love. Even if it means sharing me? Watching me with others? She continued to tease, watching for any flicker of conflict in his expression. Even then, he admitted, his voice steadying even as he accepted the complexity of his emotions. Because it brings you joy, and that is my ultimate wish. Such devotion, she cooed, releasing his hair to trace a finger along his jawline. You are precious to me, Peter. Never think anything less. Your happiness is my reward, he responded solemnly, before returning his attention to the task at hand, his tongue resuming its reverent cleaning. Good, Sarah breathed out, a contented smile curving her lips. Keep going, my sweet husband. Show me your dedication. The intimacy of their exchange was amplified by the act itself, a testament to the intricacy of their bond, where [[Wife Interaction<-love intertwined with desire between them.]] <</if>> <<if $cleanWife == 3>><<set $cleanWife to 4>><<set $creampieCheck to 0>><<set $wifeCumFilledWith to Math.clamp($wifeCumFilledWith - 100, 0, 100)>><<set $wifeLastSexAt to ($wifeLastSexAt - 18000000)>> Peter's hand trembled, hovering in the charged air between them. Sarah, with her siren's grin, waited. Okay, he said, his voice a surrendering murmur. He already had crossed a line within himself, one where there was no return, only acceptance. He wanted this, to please her, to serve her, whatever it entailed. Sarah's eyes glittered, victory and desire mingling in their green depths. Good boy, she cooed, her approval laced with something darker, something that promised both pleasure and torment. He knelt before her, the cool floor barely registering against his skin. Peter's gaze lingered on the evidence of her recent pleasures before closing his eyes briefly, gathering the remnants of his will. Show me, she commanded, her voice soft but edged with authority. With a slow exhale, Peter leaned forward. His tongue touched her lightly at first, a tentative greeting, but then with more purpose as he began to clean her. The taste was intimate, strangely sweet, foreign yet familiar. It was an act of devotion. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/cunni.png']] Like that, yes, Sarah breathed, her fingers threading through his hair, guiding him with gentle insistence. Peter's movements grew bolder, driven by the need to fulfill her command, to prove his worth in this twisted game of love and power. He worshipped with each lap of his tongue, each delicate trace around her sensitive skin, submitting to the role she carved out for him. More, she whispered, and he obeyed, losing himself in the servitude, in the taste of her, in the complete yielding to Sarah's desires. There was no room for doubt or hesitation, only the compulsion to please, to be her obedient consort in this decadent dance. Peter, she murmured, her tone threaded with pleasure. Each syllable was a reward, a recognition of his service, fueling his actions further. He was hers, utterly and completely, and in that moment, nothing else existed but the bond they shared, the power she wielded and the [[Wife Interaction<-submission he offered willingly.]] <</if>> <<if $cleanWife == 2>><<set $cleanWife to 3>><<set $creampieCheck to 0>><<set $wifeCumFilledWith to Math.clamp($wifeCumFilledWith - 100, 0, 100)>><<set $wifeLastSexAt to ($wifeLastSexAt - 18000000)>> Y-Yes, he answered, the single syllable bearing the weight of his eagerness to please. Show me. There was an unmistakable command woven into her softness, a challenge that Peter accepted wholeheartedly. Sarah leaned forward slightly, presenting herself to him, her pale skin contrasting vividly with the remnants of her recent pleasure. Peter knelt behind her, the cool air of the room forgotten against the heat of his breath on her skin. Use your tongue, love, Sarah instructed, her tone languid yet authoritative. As Peter obeyed, the room echoed with the sound of his devotion, a testament to the lengths he would go for her happiness. His actions were deliberate, worshipful, driven by a need to fulfil her desires above all else. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/cunni.png']] Good boy, Sarah murmured, her voice laced with satisfaction. She reveled in the power she wielded over him, a thrill that coursed through her veins like fine wine. Is this how you like it? Peter's voice was muffled against her skin, but the reverence in his question was clear. Exactly like that... Don't stop, Sarah commanded, her body responding to his ministrations with a shiver of delight. Their connection in this moment was palpable, [[Wife Interaction<-a bound tighter than any vow.]] <</if>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Titan/body.png']] Petra recoiled from the touch, a shiver racing down her spine. Her skin crawled where they had been, yet deep within, an alien warmth bloomed, unwanted, uninvited. The stone floor was cold against her bare feet, but it did nothing to chill the heat that spread through her. Stop it, she whispered to herself, a plea to her own body. Her mind reeled at the thought of arousal, it was abhorrent, impossible. She was not one of those women designed for this, not merely a vessel for pleasure and procreation. But the reality of her physical response, for the first time, could not be denied. It was as if her body betrayed her every moral fiber, her identity. Peter wouldn't think such things, she muttered under her breath, clinging to the remnants of the man she used to be. Who's Peter? a voice echoed in the dimness, the words laced with mockery. None of your concern, Petra snapped back, her grey eyes darting up to meet the gaze of her tormentor. The sight of him should have filled her with revulsion, yet something inside her stirred, twisted. Seems you're more of a slut than you want to admit, he taunted. Shut up! The words burst from her lungs like shards of glass, sharp and desperate. Doesn't matter what you say, Petra. Your body speaks the truth, he said, his tone dripping with scorn. Leave me alone, Petra demanded, her voice cracking. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to shield her body from their prying eyes, from her own traitorous thoughts. Face it, little bird. You're changing, he said, almost gently. Never, she hissed. But as the shadows crept across the cell, so too did doubt creep into her heart. And somewhere between the darkness and the light, Petra struggled to suppress the burgeoning desire that threatened to consume her very soul. <<button "Give Titan what he wants">><<set $pSexWith to ["Titan"]>><<goto "ThrownCell">><</button>>

Petra's heart pounded in her chest as she caught herself staring at an inmate's muscular body. [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/story/bulge.png']] Her gaze lingered on his crotch before she tore her eyes away, a flush of shame creeping up her cheeks. This was not who she wanted to be, this was not who she had been. She clenched her fists and tried to focus on something else, anything else. Get a grip, Petra, she muttered under her breath, trying to muster the strength to face her situation head-on. The cold stone floor beneath her feet provided a stark reminder of her harsh reality. She felt her body trembling, a mixture of fear and disgust churning within her. Petra couldn't fully understand why she was changing, but she knew it wasn't for the better. As much as she longed for Sarah's comforting embrace, she also feared what her wife would think if she knew how Petra's behavior had shifted. A deep shudder racked Petra's body, and she wrapped her arms around herself in a futile attempt to find solace. Her thoughts raced, confusion and self-loathing. How could she feel such desire amidst her torment? How could she betray Sarah like this? Sarah, I'm so sorry, she whispered, her voice barely audible. I don't know what's happening to me. Petra closed her eyes, hoping to block out the sordid reality that threatened to consume her. She imagined Sarah's gentle touch, the warmth of her smile, and the tender love they once shared. It was becoming increasingly difficult to cling to those memories, but she refused to let them slip away completely. Stay strong, she told herself, drawing in a shaky breath. You can't let them win. You have to fight this. As Petra struggled to come to terms with her inner turmoil, she vowed to do whatever it took to reclaim her sense of self. She would resist the changes, even if it meant enduring more pain and humiliation. For Sarah's sake, and for her own, Petra resolved to survive this ordeal, [[Prison Main Hall<-no matter the cost.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Francis/body.png']] Petra's eyes fluttered open, the cold stone floor of her prison cell C22 pressing against her bruised body. Disoriented and groggy, she struggled to remember how many times she had been abused in this forsaken place. Her vision was still blurry, but she could make out a figure standing near the cell bars. Francis, her tormentor, loomed over her with a sinister grin. His eyes were fixed on Petra, watching intently as she writhed in pain and confusion. Desperate for answers, she tried to speak, but her voice refused to cooperate, coming out as barely more than a strained whisper. Wha... What's going on? she managed to croak, though the words were weak and almost inaudible. Francis said nothing, his gaze never wavering from her battered form. The only sound that filled the air was the distant drip of water echoing through the empty halls, adding to the [[Francis 2.1]]

<<set $prostituitionRandomEvents to 1>>The door creaked open, and Sarah's footsteps resounded in the shadowy hallway. She balanced a basket brimming with groceries against her hip, her slender frame navigating the familiar path with ease. Back already? Peter's voice cut through the silence. He emerged from the adjoining room, his eyes lighting up at the sight of her. Standing, he brushed off the front of his simple tunic, anticipation sharpening his features. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/happy.png']] Quicker than you thought, hm? Sarah teased, a lilt in her voice as she made her way to the kitchen. Peter followed her, the lines of concern etched on his forehead smoothing into something softer. How was the market today? he asked, watching her movements closely, drawn by the cadence of her presence. Busy. Full of offers and opportunities, she replied cryptically, setting down the basket with a soft thud on the wooden counter. Offers? Peter prodded, leaning against the doorframe. His gaze searched hers for clues, trying to decipher the undercurrents of her words. Sarah flashed him an enigmatic smile, her green eyes shimmering with unspoken secrets. Just the usual barter and trade, she said, waving a dismissive hand as if [[House<-to swat away his curiosity.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/annoyed.png']] Sarah's gaze sharpened as she caught the undercurrent of seriousness in Peter's tone. She leaned back against the cold marble countertop, crossing her arms defensively. Peter, really, it was nothing but idle chitchat, she insisted, her voice dropping an octave, a subtle edge creeping into her words. Sarah, he implored, his eyebrows knitting together in concern, I can't shake the feeling that there's more to this. You're not usually this evasive. Peter watched her closely, searching for any telltale sign that might betray her true intentions. More to what? Sarah retorted, her green eyes flashing with something akin to irritation. A man at the market makes a passing comment, and suddenly I'm hiding secrets? The room seemed to shrink under the weight of her defensiveness. Passing comments don't usually lead to job offers, said Peter, his voice steady despite the tension that vibrated between them. Job offers come and go, she replied briskly, brushing an invisible speck of dust from her sleeve. This one just happened to be delivered by someone you don't know. Who is he, Sarah? Peter asked again, unable to mask the urgency that laced his words. Does it matter? She dismissed the question with a flick of her wrist. It was merely a proposition to earn some extra coins, nothing more. Nothing more, or nothing you want to share? Peter countered, taking a step closer. Peter, Sarah sighed, her resistance faltering as she met his steady gaze. Let's not ruin a perfectly good evening over trivialities, shall we? Peter hesitated, the unspoken truths hanging heavy in the air. Yet, as he looked into Sarah's eyes, still sparkling despite their narrowed focus, he realized that pushing further might only drive a wedge between them. Fine, he conceded, though his voice betrayed the unresolved questions that lingered within him. We'll leave it for now. Thank you, she said, her lips curving into a relieved smile as she uncrossed her arms and stepped forward, closing the distance between them with [[Kitchen<-a grace that always seemed to disarm him.]]

<<set $prostituitionRandomEvents to 2>>Sarah's hands deftly unloaded the basket, her movements graceful and assured. She placed the last of the produce on the counter and swiveled around to face Peter. The corners of her mouth curled upward into a smile that held a touch of devilry. You won't believe this, Pete, she said, her voice dripping with intrigue. A man at the market, he offered me a job. Said I could earn a hefty sum of coins. Peter's eyebrows rose, his thoughts tangling with visions of strange men approaching his wife. A job? he echoed, pushing off from the doorframe to move closer. What kind of man? And what sort of job would have you earning so much? Curious, are we? Sarah leaned back against the counter, the light catching her blonde hair as if it were strands of spun gold. Her lips parted in a knowing smile, yet she offered no more than the tease. Oh, it's nothing exciting, she said, a flippant tone in her voice as she turned her attention to rearranging the items on the counter with exaggerated focus. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/cooking1.png']] Just some silly talk. Peter narrowed his eyes slightly, noting the deflection. He stepped forward, his voice firm yet tinged with worry. Sarah, you know I don't pry, but this feels... different. Who is he? Peter, love, Sarah began, spinning around with a carton of milk in hand, her movements fluid and distractingly graceful. You should see the new fabric merchant’s stall. Silks and satins as far as the eye can see. She placed the milk in the fridge and gave him a bright smile. Silks and satins don't answer my question, Peter pressed, following her to the fridge. Was he one of the nobles? You're not considering— Considering what? she interrupted, her eyebrows arched in mock surprise. Oh, Pete, your imagination does run wild. Her laughter echoed in the kitchen, light and carefree. But— Peter started again, only to be cut off. Enough about that, Sarah insisted, reaching out to tap his nose playfully. Let's talk about dinner. Are you hungry? Her change of topic was smooth, but Peter’s unease remained, lodged firmly in his chest like a stone. [[PIntroYes<-Investigate further]] [[Kitchen<-Drop the subject]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/story/francistalkingwith.png']] As Petra's vision cleared, she became aware that she was not alone with Francis. A well-dressed figure stood beside him, their presence commanding attention and curiosity. She strained to hear their conversation but could only catch fragments, the words unintelligible as they whispered in hushed tones. Her mind raced, trying to piece together what was happening. Why was this mysterious person here? Were they discussing her fate, or was there something even more sinister at play? The questions swirled in her head, adding to her disorientation and fear. Please... she pleaded, attempting to address Francis. Tell me... What do you want from me? But Francis remained silent, his expression unchanging as he stared at her with an unsettling intensity. The figure continued to murmur, their words still incomprehensible but carrying a sense of power and control that sent shivers down Petra's spine. Her heart hammered against her ribcage, her bruised body trembling as she attempted to sit up. The cold stone floor of cell C22 sent shivers down her spine, echoing the icy chill that gripped her soul. Her head spun, a mix of terror and confusion clouding her thoughts. Wh-what's happening? she managed to croak, her voice barely a whisper. Francis, her tormentor, stood near the cell bars, his eyes locked onto Petra with an unsettling intensity. She searched his face for any sign of mercy or understanding but found none. Instead, he stared at her as if she was nothing more than prey waiting to be devoured. Stay quiet, Francis commanded, his voice firm and laden with menace. Beside him, the well-dressed figure loomed, commanding attention and curiosity. Who was this person? What did they want with her? The questions buzzed in Petra's mind like a swarm of anxious bees, demanding answers she could not provide. Please, she whispered, begging Francis to explain. What do you want from me? Silence whore! he barked, his glare cutting through her like a knife. Petra bit back a sob, shrinking away. She couldn't help the overwhelming sense of dread that settled in her gut, [[Francis 2.2<-weighing her down like a leaden anchor.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/story/francistalkingwith.png']] As she watched the figure speak with Francis, their conversation a veil of whispers and half-hidden gestures, she tried to grasp at any shred of information that might offer some clue to her fate. But it was like trying to catch smoke with her bare hands – impossible and infuriating. Is it... Is it about something I did wrong? Petra ventured, hoping her words would pierce the barrier between them and reveal the truth. Enough! Francis snapped, slamming his fist against the cell bars. The sound echoed through the prison like a gunshot, making Petra flinch. Stay there and don't speak, he ordered. You might understand soon enough, or not, I don't care. Petra's heart pounded in her ears as she watched the figure converse with Francis, their words still hidden from her. Their presence filled the air with an uneasy energy, leaving her feeling more vulnerable than ever before. As much as she wanted to untangle the mystery surrounding this person, she could not shake the fear that the truth would be worse than anything she could imagine. The unknown figure and Francis continued their hushed conversation, [[Francis 2.3<-she could not know what fate awaited her.]]

The silence within the prison was suffocating, pressing down on Petra like a tangible weight. As she sat up against the cold stone floor, her eyes remained fixed on the well-dressed figure beside Francis. Francis, the figure said in a low, authoritative voice that sent shivers down Petra's spine. You know what must be done. She strained to hear the words exchanged between the two men, but their conversation was obscured by the thick air of secrecy that surrounded them. Her thoughts raced, trying to piece together their intentions, yet she could find no answers. It was like grasping at shadows, always just beyond her reach. Of course I know Francis replied. Petra's heart hammered in her chest as she observed the interaction, her confusion and fear growing with each passing moment. She felt like a powerless observer, locked away from the world behind a veil of ignorance. What did they want from her? Why were they discussing her fate so close, yet so far? Just as she was about to speak out once again, demanding answers, she caught herself. The stern glare Francis had given her earlier still haunted her, reminding her to remain silent and not to provoke him further. Instead, she retreated into her own mind, searching for solace in her memories when she was just Peter. As the mysterious figure continued speaking, their voice resonated with power and control, sending ripples of anxiety through Petra's body. The sensation made her skin crawl, but she couldn't look away. The figure's presence demanded attention – attention she couldn't deny, even if it left [[Francs 2.4<-her feeling exposed and vulnerable.]]

He nodded in agreement with the figure's words. The cold air of the prison mingled with the distant sound of dripping water, enveloping the scene in an eerie stillness. Fear gnawed at the edges of Petra's mind as she watched the enigmatic figure converse with Francis. The distant echo of their voices reverberated through the cold prison walls, a haunting melody that only heightened her sense of unease. Petra's heart raced as the exchange between Francis and the mysterious figure continued, their hushed words barely audible. The air seemed to thicken, and she noticed a subtle vibration, like an invisible pulse emanating from the figure. Can they sense my fear? Petra wondered, her hands trembling slightly. She tried to focus on the conversation, but the strange energy was becoming increasingly disorienting. Her vision began to blur at the edges, making it difficult to see the two men before her. What are the... they doing this to me? she thought, panic rising in her chest. Francis glanced over at Petra, catching her eye for a brief moment. His cold stare sent shivers down her spine, and she felt her body tense up involuntarily. Stay strong, she told herself, struggling to maintain her composure. You've survived worse than this. But the pulsating energy grew stronger, wrapping itself around Petra like a suffocating embrace. It felt as if the walls of her cell were closing in on her, threatening to crush her very essence. Sarah...please, I need you, her thoughts cried out, desperate for even a shred of comfort in the midst of her torment. But there was no response, only the relentless, [[Francis 2.5<-oppressive force of the unseen energy.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/story/blurry.png']] <<set $francisSecondStory to 1>> As the tension built, Petra's body began to weaken. Her muscles ached with exhaustion, and her vision continued to deteriorate, until all she could see were the distorted shadows of Francis and the enigmatic figure, their voices now completely unintelligible. Enough! she screamed internally, unable to bear the crushing weight of her own confusion and terror. Please...make it stop... And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the pulsating energy ceased. The silence that followed was deafening, leaving Petra feeling utterly drained and defeated. She slumped against the cold, damp floor of her cell, her body weak and unresponsive. Is it...is it over? she wondered, her thoughts barely coherent. But as the darkness closed in around her, she knew that the answer mattered little. For now, at least, the torment was over. Unconsciousness embraced Petra once more, offering her a temporary reprieve from the nightmare that had [[Cell C22<-become her reality.]]

The door creaked open, and Sarah stepped into the shadow-draped foyer. She swept a loose blonde strand behind her ear and glanced around, her green eyes searching. Peter? she called out, her voice a melody that wove through the quiet of their home. In here, he replied, his words careful, a softness in his tone reserved only for her. Anything interesting happen at the market today? He watched her as she approached, a hint of eagerness in his subdued manner. Meet anyone new this time? [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/happy.png']] Sarah's lips curved, the mischievous glint in her gaze invisible to him yet. Actually, yes, she began, drawing out the suspense with each step closer. There was someone... Quite unique. Sarah's steps slowed, her gaze unfocused as if she could see through the walls of their home to the bustling marketplace she'd left behind. There was this one vendor, she said. He had this peculiar name that clung to him, A Vendor Called Slickbakk. Peter's brows knitted together in puzzlement, the name rolling off Sarah's tongue sparking his curiosity. Slickbakk? he echoed, the word unfamiliar and odd on his lips. No, not just Slickbakk. Sarah shook her head, a lock of blonde hair falling across her eye. She brushed it aside, her smile broadening. He made it very clear, it's A Vendor Called Slickbakk. That's how he introduced himself, with such flourish you'd think he was royalty. Her voice danced with amusement as she recounted the encounter, her hands mimicking the flamboyant gestures she must've seen. Demands his full title, does he? Peter's voice held a lighter note, his interest piqued by the character she painted with her words. Absolutely, Sarah replied with a laugh. And he wouldn't have it any other way. He watched Sarah's animated face, her cheeks flushed with the [[Slickbakk1<-excitement of her tale.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/happy.png']] <<set $slickbakk to 1>> But what sort of man is this... A Vendor Called Slickbakk? His voice held a thread of skepticism. And why should I be so invested in meeting him? Charismatic, Sarah said without hesitation, setting down her market bag and perching on the armrest beside Peter. He's not like the others at the market. There’s this magnetism about him. She gestured with her hands as if trying to pluck the right words out of the air. He draws you in. It's not just his name that's peculiar. Charismatic, Peter repeated, the word rolling around in his thoughts like a foreign coin. Absolutely. Sarah's eyes sparkled with the memory. When I approached his stall, he greeted me with such a genuine smile, as if we were long-lost friends. And you know how I am with choosing fruits— She paused for a moment, catching Peter's eye before continuing. He helped me pick out the ripest ones, tossing them gently into my basket. Sounds friendly enough, Peter conceded, his interest now taking root. More than that, Pete, Sarah insisted, leaning in closer to him. We talked about everything—from the weather to the texture of peach skin. He has this way of speaking, full of riddles and charm. It's refreshing, really. Her fingers brushed against Peter's knee, lightly tapping as though punctuating her point. I think you'd enjoy his company. Peter nodded, absorbing her words. The idea of this peculiar man, so different from the usual faces at the market, intrigued him more than he cared to admit. He shifted in his seat, the leather creaking under his weight. I'd like to meet him, he said, a hint of resolve lacing his voice. Do you think you'll visit his stall again? Sarah's lips curved into a mischievous smile, her green eyes alight with an unspoken tease. Actually, she began, drawing out the word. How about we go together? Tomorrow, maybe? She tilted her head, studying Peter's reaction, her gaze playful yet calculated. Us? Together? Peter's curiosity piqued further. Of course. Sarah rose from her chair, her movements fluid like a dancer's. She circled around to Peter, her hands finding their way onto his shoulders. I think you'll find him quite... intriguing, She said. Peter hesitated, the weight of Sarah's suggestion hanging in the air between them. The name alone, A Vendor Called Slickbakk, seemed to belong to a character from a fable, not someone who peddled fruit at the marketplace. His mind conjured images of exaggerated tales and vibrant personalities that felt out of place in his simple life. Alright then, Peter said, his resolve solidifying. We meet this vendor of yours. He stood up, feeling a surge of adventurous spirit that wasn't typical for him. But if Sarah believed there was something—someone—worth discovering, [[House<-he was willing to take that leap.]]

Sarah pushed the front door open, her breath coming in short bursts as if she'd been running. Her cheeks bore a rosy hue, betraying her recent exertions, and blotches marred the fabric on her blouse, dark against the light material. Sarah? Peter's voice cut through the quiet of the living room, his attention fully on her. Hey, Pete, she said, her tone airy, brushing past him with a nonchalance that seemed forced. You're flushed. His eyes narrowed slightly, taking in the full picture of her disheveled state. And what's that on your blouse? [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/sus.png']] Nothing serious, she replied quickly, too quickly, with a wave of her hand, evading his gaze. Doesn't look like nothing, Peter pressed, stepping closer, his subdued nature momentarily eclipsed by the surge of suspicion that clawed at his chest. Really, it's silly. She laughed, an empty sound that failed to reach her eyes. Just a clumsy moment with my lunch. Sarah, he began, the single word heavy with the weight of unspoken questions. There was a pause, a moment where the air between them thickened with what remained unsaid. Peter, you worry too much, she said, the brightness in her voice not quite reaching the green of her eyes. She moved towards the stairs, her steps light but deliberate. Can't help it, he murmured, watching her ascend, the stains on her blouse a silent testament to secrets he wasn't sure he wanted unveiled. [[ClumsySarah1.2<-Try to ask more about it]] [[ClumsySarah Ok<-Let it go]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/sus.png']] Peter's gaze lingered on the steps long after Sarah had ascended, a knot of trepidation tightening in his stomach. He couldn't shake the image of the stains marring her blouse – marks that might tell a story he wasn't part of. With a steadying breath, he rose to his feet and followed the path she had taken, each step heavy with a reluctant determination. Sarah, he called out as he reached the landing, finding her at the vanity, dabbing at the fabric with hurried motions. The sight stoked the embers of his suspicion into a steady flame. Those marks on your clothes... they look suspiciously like... Like what? Her reflection met his in the mirror, her smile quick and sharp as a blade's edge. Spilled soup? Because that's all it is, Pete. Soup?" Peter echoed, the word awkward and foreign on his tongue. His heart thrummed a rapid beat against his ribs, a discordant rhythm that echoed the turmoil within. It's just that it doesn't quite look like— Like what, darling? She turned to face him now, a playful dance in her eyes that didn't quite reach the rest of her face. Vegetable broth can be such a mess, especially when you're starving and can't wait to take that first bite. Her laughter filled the room, light and tinkling, but it struck a dissonant chord with Peter. He wanted to believe her, to let the matter drop and retreat back into the comforting embrace of ignorance. Yet the stains stood as silent accusers, and her laughter did little to dispel the shadows of doubt that clung to him. Right, soup, he muttered, the words a half-hearted surrender that left a bitter taste in his mouth. I suppose I should have guessed. Of course, love. Sarah's voice was a melody of reassurance as she brushed past him, her touch fleeting yet deliberate. No need to worry about such trivial things. Peter watched her go, a tangle of emotions vying for dominance within him. Love warred with suspicion, trust with uncertainty. In the end, he chose to let the moment pass, a silent concession that brought neither comfort nor resolution, only the promise of questions left unanswered. [[ClumsySarah1.3<-Press her about it]] [[ClumsySarah Ok<-Let it go]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/sus.png']] Peter's grip tightened, he watched her, a mix of adoration and tumult churning within. I'm not a fool, Sarah, he said, his voice low, strained with the effort to keep calm. This isn't just about the blouse. It's never just about the blouse. Sarah paused, her hand still hovering in the air between them. The lightness in her eyes dimmed for a moment, revealing something raw and unguarded before she masked it once more with her charm. She took a step back, crossing her arms. Peter, she started, her tone serious now. You know I wouldn't... Wouldn't what? he was the one that interrupted this time. Tell me, Sarah. Because right now, it seems like there are things you're not saying. Things I should know. Her mouth opened, then closed, a silent admission that there was indeed more to her story. Yet as quickly as it appeared, the vulnerability vanished, replaced by her usual confident poise. Peter, you're reading too much into this. She glanced down at her stained blouse and chuckled softly. You think too little of me if some silly spill is enough to make you doubt us. Us? His voice cracked on the word, resonating with the pain of uncertainty. There is no 'us' when there are secrets, Sarah. There can't be. She met his gaze steadily, her green eyes alight with an inner fire that always seemed to burn just for him. There are no secrets here, Pete. Only your imagination running wild. But Peter wasn't convinced. He stood unmoving, searching her face for the sincerity he so desperately needed. Her beauty was undeniable, but it was her honesty he yearned for—the cornerstone of the trust they had built together. Please, Sarah, he pleaded, his voice softer now, but no less urgent. Just tell me the truth. Sarah looked at him, her expression softening for a fraction of a second before her features settled into resolve. The truth is, she said slowly, deliberately. That you have nothing to worry about. Now, let's clean this mess up and forget about it, shall we? He wanted to believe her, to accept her words and move past this gnawing suspicion. But the stain was there, a glaring, tangible proof that something untold had transpired. And despite her reassurances, [[House<-that stain spoke louder than any of her playful denials or seductive deflections.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/sus.png']] Sarah stepped closer, the distance between them now measured in mere heartbeats. She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of Peter's jaw, sending an electric charge through his skin. The air between them became charged with an unspoken energy, one that always seemed to bend him to her will. Peter, she whispered, her voice a melody of temptation. You know you can trust me. Her green eyes flickered with a playfulness that belied the gravity of the moment. These stains, she continued, glancing down at the marks on her blouse. Are nothing but shadows. Let's not allow them to darken our day. Peter felt the familiar pull, the struggle within as Sarah's presence and touch clouded his better judgment. He swallowed hard, his gaze lingering on the evidence that marred her otherwise immaculate appearance. Shadows don't leave marks like these, Sarah, he said, the words heavy and reluctant. His eyes met hers, searching for the reassurance he so desperately craved. Darling, she breathed, stepping even closer, her breath warm against his cheek. If there were something to tell, I would share it with you. You must believe that. Her lips hovered just inches from his, a tantalizing promise of forgiveness and intimacy. Peter's resolve wavered under the weight of her closeness, her scent enveloping him, pulling him into the familiar dance of doubt and desire. He knew their relationship thrived on honesty, yet every fiber of his being yearned to capitulate to her assurances. Sarah... he began, the conflict evident in his voice. For a moment, he teetered on the edge of confrontation and surrender. She silenced him with a finger pressed gently against his lips. Trust me, my love, she said, her eyes holding his with an intensity that left no room for argument. The battle raged within him—his love for Sarah wrestling with the gnawing need for truth. But as he looked into her eyes, those pools of emerald that had always been his anchor, he found himself nodding slowly, the fight seeping from his body. Alright, he conceded, his voice barely above a whisper. I'll let it go. A smile spread across Sarah's face, victorious and sweet, as she leaned forward, sealing their unspoken pact with a kiss that held the promise of peace, [[House<-at least for now.]]

The door creaked open, and Sarah stepped into the shadow-draped foyer. Her cheeks were aglow, a rosy hue that seemed to emanate from within, and her chest rose and fell with each labored breath. Peter, who had been lounging on the nearby divan, perked up at her entrance. "Back so soon?" Peter asked, an eyebrow arching as he took in her disheveled appearance. The dim light played across his face, revealing nothing but genuine curiosity. "Couldn't stay away," she replied, offering him a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Peter rose to greet her, stepping close. Their lips met in a kiss that was meant to be brief but lingered for just a heartbeat longer than necessary. As they parted, Peter's nose twitched, detecting something beneath the familiar scent of Sarah's perfume. His heart skipped. "Is that... jasmine?" Peter asked, tilting his head slightly as if trying to capture the aroma again. "Must be the new soap I tried this morning," Sarah said, brushing past him. "You like it?" "Sure," Peter said, though his voice faltered. Jasmine wasn't a scent she usually favored. It clung to her now, a subtle whisper of doubt weaving into the tapestry of their quiet life. He wanted to believe her, to dismiss the nagging thought that something was amiss. But the scent lingered, a ghostly presence in the room. Sarah collapsed onto the cushion beside Peter with a grace that belied her tension. "The market was bustling today," she remarked, forcing a lightness into her tone. "You wouldn't believe the price of spices now." "Is that so?" Peter leaned back, studying her profile as she chattered about merchants and shoppers. He noticed the effort it took for her to appear casual, each laugh a bit too sharp, each gesture slightly too deliberate. "Absolutely. And the fabrics, Pete, the colors were just—" Sarah's voice trailed off when she caught Peter's gaze drop. His eyes, drawn by some unspoken instinct, had settled on her legs. There, against the dark fabric of her dress, a small but unmistakable damp spot marked her thigh. His mind stuttered, grappling for an innocent explanation even as his heart thrummed an anxious rhythm. "Peter?" Her voice snapped him back, and he lifted his eyes to meet hers, questions forming behind them yet unasked. 5 - 6 "Sarah," Peter began, the single word carrying a weight of unvoiced concern. He reached out, his fingers hovering just shy of the fabric marred by the wet spot. "What happened here?" She shifted away from his touch, a smile plastered on her face as brittle as thin ice. "Oh, it's nothing, really," she laughed, a hollow sound that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I must have spilled water while drinking, clumsy me." He frowned at her explanation, the simplicity of it failing to soothe the disquiet in his gut. "Water?" he echoed, the skepticism clear in his voice despite his wish to dispel the uneasy feeling. "Let's not worry about a silly spill," Sarah said, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and standing up abruptly. "Have you thought more about the Masquerade Ball? We should look for costumes soon." Peter watched her divert the conversation with practiced ease, yet the image of the damp spot clung to his thoughts, a persistent reminder that something was amiss. His heart wrestled with the possibility of doubt, the notion that maybe there was more to the story than a mere accident with a glass of water. 7 - 8 Peter's gaze lingered on the empty space where Sarah had just stood, the flimsy excuse she'd offered echoing hollowly in the room. He rose to his feet, the concern etching deeper lines across his brow. She had never been clumsy, not with her grace. "Sarah," he called after her, his voice firm and betraying a hint of the frustration that was bubbling inside him. "That wasn't water. It didn't look like water, nor did it smell like it." She paused at the threshold, her back to him, her shoulders stiffening. When she turned to face him, her green eyes darted away, unable to hold his stare. Her lips parted, but no words came out immediately, as if the truth was a code she couldn't decipher. "Peter, why must we dwell on this?" Her tone wavered, a tremor of uncertainty betraying her usual confidence. "It's really nothing." "Nothing?" His steps closed the distance between them, driven by a need for clarity. "You came home flushed, breathless, and now there's a spot on your dress you can't explain. I'm worried about you, Sarah. This isn't like you." Her eyes finally met his, and he saw the flicker of something unfamiliar within their depths. It was a flash of vulnerability, a side of her she rarely showed. "I went to the bathroom, Peter," she admitted, her voice a mere whisper, as though saying the words louder would make them more real. Peter's mind raced, but he kept his features schooled into a mask of composure. "Are you unwell?" Concern laced his inquiry, even as his heart hammered against his chest with the implications of her admission. "Unwell?" She seemed to seize the word like a lifeline, nodding quickly. "Yes, that's it, just feeling a bit under the weather today." He wanted to believe her, to accept the explanation and move past this unsettling moment. But the suspicion that had taken root was hard to shake off. It gnawed at him, relentless in its grip. 9 - 10 "Tell me the truth, Sarah," Peter demanded, his voice firm yet tinged with a vulnerability that belied his insistence. "Are you sure it's just... being unwell?" Her gaze faltered, and she shifted in her seat, looking anywhere but into his eyes. The silence stretched between them like a taut string, ready to snap at the slightest provocation. "Peter, I—" Sarah started, her voice cracking under the strain of her emotions. "Because if something's wrong, I want to help." His words were a plea, his own fears bubbling beneath the surface. The dampness on her dress was out of place, the scent not quite fitting the picture she painted. It unsettled him, this incongruence in their life of quiet routine. "Nothing's wrong!" she exclaimed, perhaps too quickly, standing up so fast her chair scraped loudly against the floor. Her movements were jagged, like those of a puppet jerked by unseen strings. "Sarah, wait." He reached out for her, but she was already retreating, her back to him as she made her way hastily toward the refuge of the bathroom. "Please, let's just talk about this," Peter called after her, his voice echoing in the empty space she left behind. But she didn't stop, didn't turn, her steps quickening until the sound of the bathroom door closing cut off any further conversation. Peter sat back, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and concern. What could possibly have happened that she couldn't share with him? Why did she flee instead of confiding in him? The questions tormented him, leaving him with a restless energy that had nowhere to go. He stood alone in the room, the air heavy with the unsaid, the unknown. And it was in that moment, surrounded by the stillness of their home, that he realized how little he truly knew of the woman he loved. 11 - 11 Peter remained rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed on the bathroom door. The soft click of the latch seemed to reverberate through the silence that now enveloped the room. He listened for any sound, any hint of what Sarah might be doing on the other side of that barrier. "Sarah?" His voice was a mere whisper, a breath seeking an answer in the void. There was no reply—only the distant murmur of running water, faint yet deliberate. Peter's heart pounded against his ribcage, each beat a drumroll of uncertainty. The suspicion that had flickered in his mind now burned with the intensity of a beacon, leading him towards a truth he wasn't sure he wanted to find. "Can we talk about this, please?" His plea was louder now, edged with the frustration of being left in the dark. Still, there was only silence from the bathroom—a silence that spoke volumes. "Damn it, Sarah, what's going on?" The concern in his voice was palpable, and he hated the helplessness that came with it. A long moment passed—a moment in which Peter stood motionless, caught between the desire to respect her privacy and the need to understand. Finally, he exhaled sharply, the sound like a flag of surrender to his own racing thoughts. "Alright," he muttered to himself, "I'll wait." He sank back into his chair, the leather creaking under his weight, his fingers drumming anxiously on the armrest. The waiting became a tangible thing, heavy and oppressive, filling the space between them with countless unspoken words. The distant noise of the bathroom faucet ceased, replaced by a new silence that seemed even more foreboding than the last. Peter's eyes stayed locked on the door, his imagination piecing together scenarios he both dreaded and longed to dispel. "Sarah," he called again, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. "Whatever it is, we can figure it out. Together." The absence of response gnawed at him, but he held onto hope—a thin thread in the labyrinth of his concerns. Whatever lay beyond that door, whatever secrets Sarah concealed, he knew they would inevitably spill forth. And when they did, he'd be there, ready to face them, for better or worse.

The clang of metal on stone jolted Petra from her shallow slumber. Her pulse spiked, a rabbit caught in the snare of fear as the cell door creaked open. She shot upright, the coarse blanket slipping from her shoulders, eyes darting for the source of intrusion. The dim torchlight cast shadows that danced along the walls, and with each flicker, her chest tightened. Richard loomed in the doorway, his imposing frame nearly filling the space. He stood silent, a monolith clad in the dark uniform of authority. His gaze settled on her, unwavering, like an executioner's blade poised to strike. Despite the chill of the dungeon, sweat beaded on Petra's brow. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/richard/richard.png']] Up, Richard commanded, his voice a low rumble in the confined space. Petra's mouth was dry, her tongue felt like a captive in its own right. What do you want? she managed to croak out, folding her arms over her chest, a feeble shield against the intimidation rolling off him in waves. Stand, he repeated, stepping closer, the sound of his heavy boots thudding against the ground echoing off the walls. She rose, though her legs trembled beneath her. Richard's presence was a force, his clean-shaven head reflecting the light, eyes so piercing they could cut through the gloom that had become her constant companion. What do you want? Petra's voice barely rose above a whisper, yet it carried the weight of her suspicion. Your questions are irrelevant, Richard stated, his tone flat, leaving no room for argument. Get ready to move. Move? Where? Confusion laced her question, the concept of mobility, of freedom, seemed alien after endless days confined within these unforgiving stones. Silence. Richard's command sliced through her burgeoning hope, a stark reminder of his control. You'll see soon enough. Petra bit back further questions, knowing well the futility of pressing a man like Richard for answers. Instead, she steeled herself, drawing upon a well of strength she feared had run dry. Very well, she acquiesced, her voice steadier than she felt. With Richard's shadow cast over her, she stepped forward, bracing for whatever lay [[Warden's Room<-beyond the threshold of her captivity.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/richard/richard.png']] Lord Robert has agreed to terms for your release, he declared, his words sharp as a blade. Petra's heart seized in her chest. The stagnant air of the cell seemed to grow dense, suffocating. Release? she echoed, disbelief coloring her tone. Richard nodded once, an abrupt jerk of his head that left no room for doubt. Your freedom is granted. Freedom? Petra's gaze darted to the small window, the only witness to her years of torment. Why would he...? How can I trust this isn't some twisted lie? Whether you trust it or not is inconsequential, Richard replied, his eyes fixed on her. You will leave with me now. Leave? The word stumbled from her lips, foreign and strange. She took a step back, the cold floor numbing her bare feet. And if I step outside this cell, what then? Am I to be Lord Robert's plaything, a token of his perverse games? Richard's expression hardened, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of something softer, quickly smothered. No, he assured her, his voice betraying a rare hint of sincerity. Apparently he thinks you learned your lesson, for now. he said tossing Petra's old clothes <<link "Dress up" "Warden's Room 2">><<run $wardrobePlayer.merge($peterWearingClotheNow)>><<run $peterWearingClotheNow.empty()>><<run $wardrobePlayer.transfer($peterWearingClotheNow,"Grey Robe", 1 )>><</link>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/structure/corridor.png']] This way, he said, his voice a low rumble that cut through the muffled sounds of the prison. Petra rose to her feet, her chains clinking softly as they fell away, discarded like the past she was leaving behind. She followed close behind, her bare feet cold on the stone floor, muscles tensing with every unfamiliar noise that reached her ears. The prison was alive with its own perverse rhythm—the relentless drip of water somewhere in the distance, the jangle of keys, the scrape of metal against stone. Petra's senses, sharpened by confinement, reeled at the sounds. The air was thick with the stench of sweat, filth, and despair, a tangible presence that she felt she could almost push through as she moved. Keep your eyes forward, Richard instructed, without turning to look at her. His voice was a lifeline in the disorienting maze of halls, each one indistinguishable from the last. Where are we going? Petra asked. Her voice sounded small, swallowed by the vastness of the prison around them. Out, he replied curtly. There was no warmth in his voice, but it was not unkind. Out, she repeated, the word tasting of possibilities she dared not fully imagine. The sharp clatter of a distant door slamming shut made her flinch, and she looked up at Richard's broad back, seeking reassurance in its steadiness. Sounds like the prison is restless today, Richard commented, a hint of disdain threading his tone. Pay them no mind. Petra nodded, although she couldn’t see, focusing on the pattern of her gait instead. They passed by shadowy figures behind bars, [[Freedom1.1<-some silent and watchful, others jeering or pleading.]]

But why?She asked as she hurriedly put on her clothes, unconcerned about the remnants of cum on her body or dripping between her legs. Having clothing was a luxury that had been denied to her for a long time. Questions are a luxury, Petra, Richard said, his voice low. One that you cannot afford right now. Decide. Will you walk out into the light of day, or remain here, questioning shadows? Petra's mind spun, the promise of sunlight a cruel tease. Could it be true? Or was this just another layer of her hell, [[Warden's Room 3<-another deception designed to break her further?]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/richard/richard.png']] Answer me, Richard, Petra pressed, her voice gaining strength. "Why am I being released? Because, Richard began, his voice steady. Sometimes even Lord Robert must balance the scales. Your debt is partially paid. Paid, she repeated, the word tasting like ash on her tongue. By whom? That is not my concern, Richard replied curtly. Nor should it be yours. Fine, Petra said, her resolve hardening. She'd spent too long in darkness to cower from the chance of dawn. "I'll follow you. Then waste no more time, Richard instructed, turning his back to her. Dawn waits for no one. Then lead me from this hell, she whispered, a fragile thread of belief weaving through her resolve. Follow closely, he commanded, turning toward the door, his heavy boots echoing a rhythm of departure. Her freedom was uncertain, fraught with unseen perils, but it was a path she would tread, if only to prove that she still could. Richard's shadow loomed before her, a silent guardian against the unknown. She clung to the reality of his presence, the solid certainty that, for now, [[Freedom1<-she was no longer alone.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/structure/corridor.png']] None of it seemed real to Petra, who felt as though she drifted through a dream—or perhaps a nightmare on the cusp of ending. Eyes followed them, glittering from the darkness of the cells. The other prisoners pressed against the bars, their faces warped with envy and anger. Curses sliced through the air, spat out by those who would remain confined to this hellish existence. Look at her, leaving us to go suck on other men's shlong, a voice hissed from the shadows. Fuck! Now we have to go back to Jimmy's arse! another snarled. Quiet! Richard barked, his command ricocheting off the stone walls. The force of his presence quelled some, but the mutterings continued, a low and dangerous undercurrent of resentment. Petra's breath caught in her throat as she picked up her pace, heart thudding wildly against her ribs. She could feel the weight of each gaze, each bitter word like chains she was desperate to shed. Her petite form darted after Richard's larger silhouette, eager to escape the suffocating oppression that clung to the very air. Will they... Stop worrying about them, he cut her off, his tone brooking no argument. Focus on yourself. You're getting out. Right, Petra murmured, steeling herself. It was hard to believe—hard to trust in a fate so suddenly reversed. The harsh echoes of the prison faded as they neared the end of the corridor, replaced by a silence that felt equally oppressive. Petra's steps quickened further, the possibility of freedom lending her [[Freedom1.2<-a strength she hadn't known remained.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/structure/corridor.png']] Keep up, Richard urged, glancing over his shoulder with an unreadable expression. I'm right behind you, Petra affirmed, her words catching slightly as emotion threatened to choke her. Good, he said, and there was something akin to approval in his voice—a rare commodity in these halls. As they approached the final turn, Petra allowed herself a sliver of hope, daring to dream of a life beyond bars, a life where Sarah's embrace awaited her, where she could dream about the future once more. A life reclaimed, at long last, from the torment and degradation of the prison. Almost there, Richard finally said, breaking what felt like hours of silence. Thank you, she whispered, unsure if gratitude was appropriate or if it would ever be enough to express the tumultuous relief blossoming within her chest. Save it for when you're truly free, he replied, his voice echoing ahead of them, chasing away the darkness. Petra held onto those words, a promise in the oppressive gloom of the prison, as Richard led her unerringly through the [[Freedom1.3<-labyrinthine corridors toward a future unknown.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/story/gate.png']] The iron gates groaned, their protest echoing off stone walls as they swung outward. Petra blinked at the sight beyond, a world unfathomable after the shadowed confines of her cell. Richard stood beside her, his hand resting on the heavy ring that had sealed her fate for so long. Step through, he commanded, eyeing her with a sternness that betrayed no hint of the secret empathy she had come to recognize in him. Petra hesitated, her breath catching in her throat. Freedom was a foreign concept, elusive and fraught with uncertainty. Yet here it beckoned, just beyond the threshold of her prison. Is this some trick? she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, [[Freedom1.4<-the suspicion a reflex born from within these walls.]]

Would I waste my time with tricks? Richard retorted, the sharpness in his tone cutting through her doubts. You're free to go, Petra. Lord Robert has decreed it. [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/story/free.png']] She took a hesitant step forward, the clank of the doors resonating like a death knell to her imprisonment. The cool air of the corridor gave way to a gentle warmth as she moved into the sun's embrace. Out here, Petra, Richard instructed, his voice softer now, almost imperceptible against the backdrop of newfound freedom. Petra obeyed, her feet crossing the boundary between captive and liberated. The sunlight assaulted her senses, fierce and unyielding, forcing her eyes to squint as she adjusted to its brilliance. She drew in a deep breath, the scent of open sky and distant greenery flooding her lungs, washing away the dank odor of captivity. Can you see? Richard asked, his gaze fixed on her, searching for signs of adjustment. Yes, Petra murmured, her voice steadier as she marveled at the vast expanse before her. The courtyard stretched out, a canvas of cobblestones leading to the promise of life beyond. It's... bright. Your eyes will adapt, he assured her, a flicker of something unspoken passing over his features. They always do. Petra cast one last glance over her shoulder, where the prison stood like a tombstone of a life she was leaving behind. The jeers of the inmates had long since faded, but their echoes lingered in her ears—a reminder of what she had endured. Thank you, Richard, she said, gratitude mingling with determination in her tone. For everything. Now go. The day wanes, and so does the time. She nodded, swallowing hard against the tightness in her throat. With each step away from Richard's shadow, Petra's heart thrummed louder, each beat a drum heralding her journey back to herself, back to Sarah. Her past may have been written in chains and darkness, but her future was a blank page, waiting for the imprint of her [[The Market<-reclaimed freedom.]]

The dawn barely broke through the narrow window of Cell22, casting a grey pallor over its stone walls. Petra lay on the cold floor, the echo of clanging bars still ringing in her ears. Each day melded into the next, an unending cycle of brutality that left her numb. [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Francis/body.png']] Another day, lads, Francis' voice boomed across the cell block. His chuckle was like gravel, the sound of it making Petra's skin crawl. Titan stood beside him, a silent monolith. His presence alone was enough to make the air feel heavy. Petra, Francis called out, his tone mockingly gentle. He approached her, crouching so his face was level with hers. Ready for another round? She didn't respond, her eyes staring vacantly at the wall opposite. The number of times, the number of men—it had all become a blur. A smear in her mind she couldn't wipe clean. Look at me, he demanded. She turned her gaze to him slowly, her expression unreadable, but not for Francis. Lost count right? Francis grinned, revealing stained teeth. Does it matter? Petra’s voice was a whisper, void of emotion. Does to me. Francis stood, towering above her. Makes it more fun. Fun? she echoed, her voice hollow. Titan laughed, a deep rumble from his chest. Nothing personal, Petra, Titan said, looming closer, his shadow engulfing her. It's just how things work around here. Francis nodded, his eyes glinting with malice. You're here for our pleasure. Nothing more. Simple as that. Petra blinked slowly, her mind drifting to Sarah, to the memory of love and warmth. It seemed a lifetime away. Look at me! Francis snapped. Petra flinched, the sharpness in his voice cutting through her fog. Sorry, she muttered, the word tasting bitter on her tongue. Better, he said and gestured to the other inmates. They were watching, waiting. Let's begin. As they closed in, Petra closed her eyes, retreating into herself once more. The onslaught of hands was familiar, almost expected. She focused on breathing, on surviving. For Sarah. For the faint hope of a life beyond these walls. Pathetic, Francis spat out as he watched her passive resistance. Not even fighting back anymore. Doesn't need to, Titan grumbled. She knows her place. The sounds of the prison faded into the background as Petra's thoughts drifted away, clinging to the remnants of a different world. A world where she was not an object, but a person. But as the sun climbed higher, casting its pitiless light upon the scene, <<link "even those thoughts crumbled into dust." "ThrownCell">><<set $pSexWith to ["Francis","Titan"]>><</link>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/story/sadnfucked2.png']] Petra lay on the cold stone floor, her breath uneven. The sound of heavy footsteps faded into the distance, leaving behind a silence that was louder than any scream. She remained still, her body a vessel of dull aches and lingering touches. Whore, she whispered to herself, the word no longer a wound but a strange badge of acceptance. It wasn't love she felt towards her abusers—no, it was far from that. But within the twisted confines of Cell22, she recognized the stirring of dark desire, an ember of arousal fanned by the ceaseless exploitation. Her hands moved over her body with an involuntary curiosity, tracing the lines where countless men had been before. Each touch was a reminder of their presence, the way they filled her, used her. It was perverse, this thrill that crawled up her spine. A shiver of excitement born from sheer depravity. Should be disgusted, she mumbled, her voice barely carrying across the empty cell. But disgust was a luxury she could no longer afford, lost in the cavernous depths of her new reality. She could feel it—the sticky residue of multiple men inside her, a cocktail of foreign fluids that marked her as theirs. It should have repelled her, yet it kindled something primal and undeniable. In the shadows of her mind, she saw them, felt them, craved the weight and warmth of their bodies. Her own betrayed her, hungering for what had become a sinister sort of sustenance. Does it make you happy? she asked the darkness, half-expecting it to answer. Seeing me like this? The silence returned no response, just the echo of her own fractured thoughts. There was no escaping what she had become, or the twisted pleasure that lingered amidst the pain. For Petra, trapped within the brutal embrace of the prison, the line between torment and ecstasy [[Cell C22<-had blurred into oblivion.]]

Petra lay still, her body no longer hers to command. She felt the heaviness within her, a testament to the countless men who had claimed her flesh as their playground. A shiver traced her spine, not from fear, but from an unsettling arousal that crept upon her like a thief in the night. [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Francis/body.png']] Look at you, Francis murmured, his words slithering over her skin like serpents. You're starting to enjoy it, aren't you? Petra's breath hitched. In the depths of degradation, she found a dark craving stirring. It was a twisted hunger, one that made her skin flush with shame and secret anticipation. [img[setup.ImagePath+'prison/characters/Titan/body.png']] Does it excite you? Titan's voice boomed, a rumble that echoed off the stone walls. Being our little whore? She turned her head away, but there was no escaping the truth that bloomed within her—a truth as damning as the acts performed upon her. The need clawed at her insides, a feral beast unleashed by the relentless invasion of her body. Answer him, Francis commanded, his hand gripping her chin, forcing her to face the reality of her transformation. I... Petra began, her voice a mere whisper, betraying the conflict that raged inside her. Her eyes, once filled with defiance, now shimmered with a mingled sense of resignation and illicit desire. Speak up, Titan ordered, his patience thinning. Her throat dry, Petra confessed the unspeakable. Yes, she rasped. It... it excites me. Francis laughed, a sound void of any warmth. You see, Titan? Our little bird is finally singing the right tune. Seems so, Titan replied, his massive form looming over her like a shadow of doom. But let's see how much she truly enjoys it. The two men exchanged a look, a silent agreement passing between them. Petra knew what came next. They would use her again, stoking the fire within her even as they extinguished her sense of self. It was a cycle of pleasure and pain, an endless dance where she was both participant and puppet. Open for us, Francis instructed, his fingers tracing the lines of her stretched and filled body. Each touch ignited small sparks, and Petra's breath quickened at the shameful thrill it brought. Always ready for more, isn't she? Titan observed, a twisted smirk playing on his lips. Always, Francis confirmed, leaning closer, his breath hot against her ear. She can't get enough. Can you, Petra? Titan challenged, his voice a deep growl that vibrated through her. No, she admitted, her voice breaking. I can't. Good girl,</darkred> Francis said, a perverse satisfaction lacing his tone. Now let's give you what you crave. <<link "Accept them." "ThrownCell">><<set $pSexWith to ["Francis","Titan"]>><</link>>

<<set $isAWhore to true>> <<set $lr to 13>> <<set $wifeOral to 7080>><<set $wifeLastOral to "Jim">> <<set $wifeVaginal to 7050>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to "Merchant">> <<set $wifeAnal to 8009>><<set $wifeLastAnal to "Old Noble">> <<set $wifeTimesCreampied to 12004>><<set $startFame to "Prostitute">> <<set $firststoryat to 4>><<set $firstDreams to 5>> <<set $wifeCumVag to 8>> <<set $wifeCumAss to 8>><<set $wifeLetsPeterCheckCreampie to true>><<set $pimpsSarah to true>> <<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $creampieCheck to 1>> <<goto "House">>

<h2>Advanced Intro</h2> <<set $firststoryat to 12>><<set $firstDreams to 5>> <<button "Tavern Opening Quest">> <<set $skipTavern to !$skipTavern>> <<if $skipTavern>><<replace "#skipTavern" t8n>> Skip <<set $wifeOral to 0>><<set $wifeLastOral to "">><<set $wifeVaginal to 0>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to "">><<set $wifeAnal to 0>><<set $wifeLastAnal to "">><<set $wifeTimesCreampied to 0>><<set $wifeLastSexAt to 0>><<set $creampieCheck to 0>><<set $lr to 13>><<set $LRnot to 1>><<set $tavernWifeReputation to 0>><<set $wifeCanCuck to false>><<set $feminization == 0>><<set $skipFem == 0>> <<button "Feminization">> <<set $skipFem++>><<if $skipFem >= 6>><<set $skipFem to 0>><</if>> <<if $skipFem == 0>><<replace "#skipFemm" t8n>>Do not Skip<</replace>><<set $feminization == 0>><</if>> <<if $skipFem == 1>><<replace "#skipFemm" t8n>>Skip untill beggining of the curse<</replace>><<run $peterBuffs.pickup("Curse of Forever Youth", 1)>><<set $feminization to 9>><<set $CoYouth to $datenow>><</if>> <<if $skipFem == 2>><<replace "#skipFemm" t8n>>Skip untill fully feminization<</replace>><<run $peterBuffs.pickup("Curse of Forever Youth", 1)>><<set $feminization to 13>><</if>> <<if $skipFem == 3>><<replace "#skipFemm" t8n>>Skip untill imprisoned<</replace>><<set $feminization to 15>><<run $peterBuffs.pickup("Curse of Forever Youth", 1)>><</if>> <<if $skipFem == 4>><<replace "#skipFemm" t8n>>Skip untill avoided imprisonment<</replace>><<set $feminization == 16>><<run $peterBuffs.pickup("Curse of Forever Youth", 1)>><</if>> <<if $skipFem == 5>><<replace "#skipFemm" t8n>>Do not feminize ever<</replace>><<set $feminization to 999>><</if>><</button>> Do not Skip <<button "Wife Loyalty">> <<set $skipWifeLoyal to !$skipWifeLoyal>> <<if $skipWifeLoyal>><<set $skipWifeUsed to 0>> <<set $wifeOral to 0>><<set $wifeLastOral to "">><<set $wifeVaginal to 0>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to "">><<set $wifeAnal to 0>><<set $wifeLastAnal to "">><<set $wifeTimesCreampied to 0>><<set $wifeLastSexAt to 0>><<set $creampieCheck to 0>><<set $lr to 13>><<set $tavernWifeReputation to 0>><<set $wifeCanCuck to false>> <<replace "#wifeStats1" t8n>> Yes <<button "Lord Robert was noticed? (NTR)">> <<set $skipLRbribery to !$skipLRbribery>> <<if $skipLRbribery && $skipWifeLoyal>><<replace "#skipLRHelp" t8n>> Yes Wife NTR sexual relationships: LOW Tavern fame: LOWEST Tavern wife whore reputation: NO REP Wife perversion: LOW Wife is a tavern whore: NO Wife can cheat freely: NO<</replace>> <<set $wifeOral to 0>><<set $wifeLastOral to "">><<set $wifeVaginal to 0>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to "">><<set $wifeAnal to 0>><<set $wifeLastAnal to "">><<set $wifeTimesCreampied to 0>><<set $wifeLastSexAt to 0>><<set $creampieCheck to 0>><<set $lr to 13>><<set $LRnot to 0>><<set $tavernWifeReputation to 0>><<set $wifeCanCuck to false>><<set $tavernFame to 50>> <<else>><<replace "#skipLRHelp" t8n>> No Wife NTR sexual relationships: None Tavern fame: LOWEST Tavern wife whore reputation: NO REP Wife perversion: LOW Wife is a tavern whore: NO Wife can cheat freely: NO<</replace>> <<set $wifeOral to 0>><<set $wifeLastOral to "">><<set $wifeVaginal to 0>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to "">><<set $wifeAnal to 0>><<set $wifeLastAnal to "">><<set $wifeTimesCreampied to 0>><<set $wifeLastSexAt to 0>><<set $creampieCheck to 0>><<set $lr to 13>><<set $LRnot to 1>><<set $tavernWifeReputation to 0>><<set $wifeCanCuck to false>><<set $tavernFame to 50>> <</if>><</button>> Yes Wife NTR sexual relationships: LOW Tavern fame: LOWEST Tavern wife whore reputation: NO REP Wife perversion: LOW Wife is a tavern whore: NO Wife can cheat freely: NO <</replace>> <<else>><<replace "#wifeStats1" t8n>> No <<button "Wife 'Used' Amount">> <<set $skipWifeUsed++>> <<if $skipWifeUsed >= 4>><<set $skipWifeUsed to 0>><</if>> <<if $skipWifeUsed == 0>><<replace "#wifeUsed1" t8n>> Not much Wife NTR sexual relationships: LOW Tavern fame: LOW Tavern wife whore reputation: NO REP Wife perversion: MEDIUM Wife is a tavern whore: NO Wife can cheat freely: NO <<set $wifeOral to 28>><<set $wifeLastOral to "Jim">><<set $wifeVaginal to 35>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to "Merchant">><<set $wifeAnal to 9>><<set $wifeLastAnal to "Old Noble">><<set $wifeTimesCreampied to 22>><<set $wifeLastSexAt to 0>><<set $creampieCheck to 0>><<set $lr to 13>><<set $skipLRbribery to false>><<set $tavernWifeReputation to 0>><<set $wifeCanCuck to false>><<set $LRnot to 0>><<set $tavernFame to 90>> <</replace>> <<elseif $skipWifeUsed == 1>><<replace "#wifeUsed1" t8n>> Used Wife NTR sexual relationships: MEDIUM Tavern fame: MEDIUM Tavern wife whore reputation: MEDIUM Wife perversion: HIGH Wife is a tavern whore: YES Wife can cheat freely: YES <<set $startFame to "Prostitute">><<set $wifeOral to 104>><<set $wifeLastOral to "Guard">><<set $wifeVaginal to 78>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to "Merchant">><<set $wifeAnal to 48>><<set $wifeLastAnal to "Old Noble">><<set $wifeTimesCreampied to 72>><<set $wifeLastSexAt to 0>><<set $creampieCheck to 0>><<set $lr to 13>><<set $skipLRbribery to false>><<set $tavernWifeReputation to 100>><<set $wifeCanCuck to true>><<set $LRnot to 0>><<set $tavernFame to 200>> <</replace>> <<elseif $skipWifeUsed == 2>><<replace "#wifeUsed1" t8n>> Passed around Wife NTR sexual relationships: HIGH Tavern fame: HIGH Tavern wife whore reputation: HIGH Wife perversion: HIGH Wife is a tavern whore: YES Wife can cheat freely: YES <<set $startFame to "Prostitute">><<set $wifeOral to 434>><<set $wifeLastOral to "Old Noble">><<set $wifeVaginal to 379>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to "Black Merchant">><<set $wifeAnal to 328>><<set $wifeLastAnal to "Guard">><<set $wifeTimesCreampied to 534>><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $creampieCheck to 1>><<set $lr to 13>><<set $skipLRbribery to false>><<set $tavernWifeReputation to 260>><<set $wifeCanCuck to true>><<set $tavernFame to 500>><<set $LRnot to 0>> <</replace>> <<elseif $skipWifeUsed == 3>><<replace "#wifeUsed1" t8n>> Used by EVERYONE Wife NTR sexual relationships: TOTAL SLUT Tavern fame: MAX Tavern wife whore reputation: MAX Wife perversion: MAX Wife is a tavern whore: YES Wife can cheat freely: YES <<set $startFame to "Prostitute">><<set $wifeOral to 4634>><<set $wifeLastOral to "Lord Robert's Guards">><<set $wifeVaginal to 3759>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to "Group of Merchants">><<set $wifeAnal to 3268>><<set $wifeLastAnal to "Guards">><<set $wifeTimesCreampied to 6374>><<set $wifeLastSexAt to $datenow>><<set $creampieCheck to 1>><<set $lr to 13>><<set $skipLRbribery to false>><<set $tavernWifeReputation to 500>><<set $tavernFame to 1000>><<set $wifeCanCuck to true>><<set $LRnot to 0>> <</replace>> <</if>> <</button>> Not much Wife NTR sexual relationships: LOW Tavern fame: LOW Tavern wife whore reputation: NO REP Wife perversion: MEDIUM Wife is a tavern whore: NO Wife can cheat freely: NO <<set $wifeOral to 28>><<set $wifeLastOral to "Jim">><<set $wifeVaginal to 35>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to "Merchant">><<set $wifeAnal to 9>><<set $wifeLastAnal to "Old Noble">><<set $wifeTimesCreampied to 22>><<set $wifeLastSexAt to 0>><<set $creampieCheck to 0>><<set $lr to 13>><<set $skipLRbribery to false>><<set $LRnot to 0>><<set $tavernFame to 90>> <</replace>> <</if>> <</button>> Yes <<button "Lord Robert was noticed? (NTR)">> <<set $skipLRbribery to !$skipLRbribery>> <<if $skipLRbribery && $skipWifeLoyal>><<replace "#skipLRHelp" t8n>> Yes Wife NTR sexual relationships: LOW Tavern fame: LOWEST Tavern wife whore reputation: NO REP Wife perversion: LOW Wife is a tavern whore: NO Wife can cheat freely: NO<</replace>> <<set $wifeOral to 0>><<set $wifeLastOral to "">><<set $wifeVaginal to 0>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to "">><<set $wifeAnal to 0>><<set $wifeLastAnal to "">><<set $wifeTimesCreampied to 0>><<set $wifeLastSexAt to 0>><<set $creampieCheck to 0>><<set $lr to 13>><<set $LRnot to 0>><<set $tavernWifeReputation to 0>><<set $wifeCanCuck to false>><<set $tavernFame to 50>> <<else>><<replace "#skipLRHelp" t8n>> No Wife NTR sexual relationships: None Tavern fame: LOWEST Tavern wife whore reputation: NO REP Wife perversion: LOW Wife is a tavern whore: NO Wife can cheat freely: NO<</replace>> <<set $wifeOral to 0>><<set $wifeLastOral to "">><<set $wifeVaginal to 0>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to "">><<set $wifeAnal to 0>><<set $wifeLastAnal to "">><<set $wifeTimesCreampied to 0>><<set $wifeLastSexAt to 0>><<set $creampieCheck to 0>><<set $lr to 13>><<set $LRnot to 1>><<set $tavernWifeReputation to 0>><<set $wifeCanCuck to false>><<set $tavernFame to 50>> <</if>><</button>> Yes Wife NTR sexual relationships: LOW Tavern fame: LOWEST Tavern wife whore reputation: NO REP Wife perversion: LOW Wife is a tavern whore: NO Wife can cheat freely: NO<<set $tavernWifeReputation to 0>><<set $wifeCanCuck to false>> <</replace>> <<else>><<replace "#skipTavern" t8n>> Do not Skip <</replace>><<set $skipWifeUsed to 0>><<set $skipWifeLoyal to true>> <<set $wifeOral to 0>><<set $wifeLastOral to "">><<set $wifeVaginal to 0>><<set $wifeLastVaginal to "">><<set $wifeAnal to 0>><<set $wifeLastAnal to "">><<set $wifeTimesCreampied to 0>><<set $wifeLastSexAt to 0>><<set $creampieCheck to 0>><<set $lr to 0>><<set $LRnot to 1>> <</if>> <</button>> Do not Skip <<button "Sarah And Peter Scenes">> <<set $skipSnP++>><<if $skipSnP >= 4>><<set $skipSnP to 0>><</if>> <<if $skipSnP == 1>><<replace "#skipSnP" t8n>>Skip untill first NTR <</replace>><<set $peterWifeSexNumber to 4>> <<elseif $skipSnP == 2>><<replace "#skipSnP" t8n>>Skip untill locked in a chastity cage <</replace>><<set $peterWifeSexNumber to 6>><<set $pChastity to true>> <<elseif $skipSnP == 3>><<replace "#skipSnP" t8n>>Skip everything <</replace>><<set $peterWifeSexNumber to 18>><<set $pChastity to true>> <<elseif $skipSnP == 0>><<replace "#skipSnP" t8n>>Do not Skip <</replace>><<set $peterWifeSexNumber to 0>> <</if>><</button>> Do not Skip <<button "Start Story!">> <<if $feminization >= 13 && $feminization < 20>><<goto 'FSkip'>> <<else>><<goto 'House'>> <</if>> <</button>> <<button "Return" "SkipIntro">> <</button>>

<h3>Females</h3> Females are revered yet objectified due to their rarity and unique biological traits. Born very infrequently, they possess an extraordinary longevity that allows them to maintain a youthful appearance for thousands of years. Their ability to conceive rapidly, with pregnancies lasting only two months, positions them as essential for sustaining the population. Consequently, many are forced into roles as breeders, where their primary purpose is reproduction under oppressive conditions. Due to their limited numbers and high desirability for their capabilities in reproduction and pleasing men, females are a scarce commodity. Typically, women are designated as either Breeders, prostitutes, sex slaves, or in rare cases, housewives for privileged men. <<button "<<Return" "Lore">>\ <</button>>

<h3>Males</h3> Males are abundant and hold dominant positions of power, which fosters an environment of extreme sexism. Men view females primarily as tools for their own gratification and the continuation of their lineage. Breeders are treated with cold efficiency, valued only for their reproductive capabilities. Sex slaves endure relentless objectification and exploitation, stripped of autonomy and humanity. Prostitutes offer a semblance of freedom but are still seen as mere entertainment for men's amusement. Many men embrace a crude mentality, treating women as mere possessions to be used at their discretion, perpetuating the oppressive structures that devalue female existence. <<button "<<Return" "Lore">>\ <</button>>

<h3>Sex Slaves</h3> Sex Slaves are women who have been forcibly taken or sold into a life of servitude, stripped entirely of their autonomy and dignity. They endure constant abuse and exploitation, with no rights or freedoms, as they are considered the lowest tier in society's brutal hierarchy. Their lives are marked by relentless suffering, subjected to the whims of any man who claims ownership over them. Females that were designated as Sex Slaves are usually kidnapped, stolen, born in unlucky enviroment or sold woman that end up in bad men's hands, they are used and abused however, whenever and whoever their owners want. The lowest of the society, they have no rights. <<button "<<Return" "Lore">>\ <</button>>

<h3>Prostitutes</h3> Prostitutes in this society navigate a precarious balance between limited freedom and constant objectification. Unlike Breeders or Sex Slaves, they possess the autonomy to choose their clients and set their terms, granting them a semblance of control over their lives. However, this perceived freedom is largely illusory, as they remain entrenched in a system that commodifies their bodies for male pleasure, leaving them vulnerable to exploitation despite having more rights than other female roles. <<button "<<Return" "Lore">>\ <</button>>

<h3>Breeders</h3> Females that were designated as breeders, are the ones that the only job is to reproduce, they are able to concieve even faster than the average females since they are trained to concieve as much children as possible while giving pleasure for the men of the kinddom. They don't have almost any rights as they are used and abused however any able men desire. Breeders are essential to the society's survival, tasked solely with rapid reproduction due to their ability to conceive more quickly than other females. Despite their lack of rights and autonomy, they are crucial for maintaining population growth in a world where females are scarce. Their existence ensures the continuity of lineage and societal structure, making them both valuable and exploited within this oppressive hierarchy. <<button "<<Return" "Lore">>\ <</button>>

<h3>Housewives</h3> Housewives occupy a rare and privileged position in this dystopian society, reserved for the most fortunate of women who are born into nobility or strategically married to powerful men. Unlike other females, they enjoy comparatively more rights and comforts, living lives shielded from the harsh realities faced by Breeders and Sex Slaves. Their primary role is to manage their households and ensure their husbands' satisfaction, yet even within this exclusive tier, their autonomy is limited by societal expectations that prioritize male dominance. <<button "<<Return" "Lore">>\ <</button>>

Petra approached Sarah's house, heart thumping wildly. Her hands trembled as she crept up to the window. Peeking inside, her breath caught in her throat. Sarah was on all fours, completely nude, blonde hair tousled. A burly older black man knelt behind her, gripping her hips as he thrust into her roughly. Sarah moaned wantonly, pushing back against him. Yes, yes, fuck me harder! Sarah cried out. The man grunted, slamming into her with renewed vigor. Petra felt frozen in place, unable to look away. A confusing mix of shock, arousal and jealousy flooded through her. She knew she should leave, that watching was wrong. But seeing Sarah's pert breasts bouncing, hearing her mewls of pleasure...Petra's own body began to respond with need. The man's pace increased, his fingers digging into Sarah's pale flesh. Take it, you filthy whore! he growled. I'm your whore, all yours! Sarah gasped. Fill me up, I need it! Petra's hand drifted between her legs, pressing against her most intimate area through her clothes. Liquid heat pooled in her core as she watched them rut like animals in heat. Part of her yearned to burst in there, to pull the man off and reclaim Sarah as her own. But she remained rooted to the spot, captivated by the erotic scene. With a strangled groan, the man buried himself to the hilt. His body shuddered as he spilled his seed deep inside Sarah's welcoming depths. Sarah whimpered and writhed, clearly cresting over the edge of her own peak... [[BackHome1.1<- Keep watching them]] [[BackHome1 Wait<- Do not spy, but wait for them to finish]] [[BackHome1 KnockDoor<- Knock on the door]]

1 - 2 Elmer stood abruptly, his imposing frame towering over Petra and Sarah. He glared down at them, his piercing eyes narrowed. "Listen up, both of you," he barked. "In this house, you will obey me without question. Is that understood?" Petra flinched at his harsh tone, shrinking back. Her heart pounded as dread washed over her. This man radiated dominance and cruelty. She darted a terrified glance at Sarah, but the other girl sat still and silent, gaze cast downward. Clearly, Sarah was already cowed by Elmer's authority. "I said, is that understood?" Elmer's deep voice boomed, making Petra jump. She looked up at him towering above her and nodded quickly. "Yes, sir," she whispered, voice shaking. "Good. And you will address me as Sir at all times." "Yes...sir," Petra repeated meekly, feeling utterly powerless before him. Elmer gave a curt nod of satisfaction. He had effortlessly established his absolute control over both girls, crushing any thought of defiance. Petra's stomach churned with despair, realizing she was now at the mercy of this cruel, domineering man. All hope of freedom felt more distant than ever. 3 - 4 3 - 4 "Petra," Elmer continued, his voice taking on a sickeningly sweet tone, "As Sarah's new housewife, you'll need to learn your place. And what better way to start than by calling me... 'Dad'?" Petra's eyes widened in horror at the perverse demand. Her heart raced even faster, and 3 - 4 bile rose in her throat. This man, who just moments ago had coldly decided to impregnate Sarah, now expected her to call him 'Dad'? It was twisted beyond belief. But what choice did she have? Trembling, Petra clenched her fists in her lap and forced out, "Y-yes...dad." Elmer's sadistic grin widened, savoring her discomfort. "Excellent. Sarah, do you have anything to add?" Sarah, who'd been silent throughout the exchange, finally looked up. Her eyes were steely yet resigned. "Welcome to the family, Petra," she said tonelessly, her voice devoid of emotion. "I hope you'll... enjoy your stay." Petra's heart shattered at the indifference in Sarah's voice. So this was her life now. A world of submission and humiliation, where even her supposed allies had been broken by Lord Robert's iron fist. Bowing her head, she fought back tears. It seemed there was no escape from the darkness that had engulfed them all. --- 4 - 5 5 Petra's rebellion was short-lived. She knew she couldn't win against these twisted men who saw her as nothing more than a breeding vessel. With a defeated sigh, she rose to her feet, the heavy gown feeling like lead on her skin. "Fine," she spat, venom in her voice, "I'll go do your bating." Elmer chuckled darkly. "That's more like it, little whore." He gestured for the guards to escort her out of the room. Petra glanced back at Sarah, who sat motionless on the bed. Their eyes met for a fleeting moment, and in that instant, Petra saw the faintest flicker of rage and defiance. But it was quickly extinguished, replaced by the same resigned mask she'd worn since their ordeal began. As the guards led her away, Petra's heart ached even more. If Sarah, the epitome of strength and defiance, could be broken, what hope did she have? Her future looked bleak and hopeless, and she wondered if she'd ever find the courage to resist again, or if she too would be reduced to a shell of her former self, accepting her role as a plaything for Lord Robert and his ilk . The heavy iron door slammed shut behind her, sealing her fate. Elmer's looming presence filled the room as he stood up. His shadow cascaded over Petra and Sarah, who appeared small and vulnerable by comparison. The air seemed to constrict, heavy with his unspoken threat. "Listen well," Elmer's voice was a stern rumble, cutting through the silence like a blade. He fixed them with a piercing gaze that left no doubt of his seriousness. "My word is law within these walls. You will obey without question." Petra felt a cold shiver travel down her spine. Her mouth went dry as she tried to muster the courage to look up at him. His eyes, dark and unyielding, offered no comfort, only a sharp reminder of where the power truly lay. Sarah remained motionless beside Petra, her eyes lowered, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The atmosphere was thick with tension, the kind that gnawed at one’s insides, threatening to spill out in the form of a desperate cry or a plea for mercy. "Your defiance," Elmer continued, addressing Petra directly now, "will not be tolerated." His tone was flat, yet it carried an undercurrent of menace that made her skin crawl. She understood the weight behind his words; they were not merely threats but promises of punishment should she step out of line. The hierarchy in this twisted society was clear, and Elmer embodied its oppressive order. She was nothing more than a pawn in their game, expected to follow the rules set by men like him. "I expect your cooperation," Elmer concluded, his voice leaving no room for negotiation. It was an order, pure and simple, and the consequences of disobedience loomed over them like an executioner's axe. Petra swallowed hard, feeling the knot in her stomach tighten. Despite the fear that gripped her, she raised her head slightly, meeting Elmer's gaze with a flicker of defiance that refused to die. "Understood," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper but laced with a subtle edge of resistance. It was all she could afford to show without invoking his wrath. Elmer nodded, apparently satisfied with her response, though the hard lines of his face never softened. With a final, lingering look that seemed to drill into their very souls, he turned on his heel and strode out of the room, his footsteps echoing ominously as he departed. In the stillness that followed, Petra and Sarah exchanged a glance, both understanding the gravity of their situation. They were trapped in a world that sought to crush their spirits, where every moment was a battle for survival against those who would see them broken. But even in the depths of despair, there was a silent vow shared between them—a promise to endure, to find strength in each other, and to keep fighting, even when hope seemed like a distant dream. 3 - 4 Petra's heart hammered against her ribs as Elmer loomed over her, the air thick with his unspoken threat. His shadow cast a dark veil across the room, chilling her to the core. "Petra," Elmer's voice cut through the silence, "from now on, you'll address me as 'dad.' Do you understand?" The word felt like a shackle, each syllable laden with the weight of his control. Petra's lips parted, but no sound emerged. The title was another chain, another means to bind her to his will. Beside her, Sarah stood motionless, her eyes downcast. She remained quiet, her slender frame betraying a tremor that spoke volumes of her internal conflict. The role of a loyal wife was a mask she wore, but the facade showed cracks in Elmer's oppressive presence. "Speak up, girl," Elmer commanded, towering over Petra with an iron resolve. "Y-Yes, dad," Petra finally forced the lie out, each word tasting bitter as poison on her tongue. "Good," he responded, the single word echoing with satisfaction. He turned to regard Sarah, who flinched ever so slightly under his gaze. "Remember your place, wife," he said pointedly to Sarah, his tone leaving no room for challenge or debate. Sarah merely nodded, her submission tacit but complete. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, the only sign of her inner turmoil. "Your obedience is expected, without question," Elmer continued, his words etching the rules of their existence into stone. "I won't tolerate anything less." With those final words hanging heavy in the air, Elmer stepped back, his authority imprinted upon the very atmosphere of the room. Silence reigned once more, broken only by the steady rhythm of their breathing and the distant sound of his retreating footsteps. 5 - 6 Petra clenched her fists, the forced acquiescence still bitter in her mouth. She raised her chin defiantly, unwilling to relinquish the last vestiges of her spirit without a fight. "Elmer," she began, her voice low but trembling with barely-contained emotion. "I am not your property. I'm a person, not just a—a thing for you to command." Elmer's eyes narrowed, his posture rigid as an oak. The room seemed to shrink under the weight of his cold stare. "Call me dad," he repeated, his voice devoid of warmth. "That is your role now." "Roles can change," Petra shot back, her desperation fueling her courage. "I won't be caged by your—or anyone's—expectations." "Change?" Elmer scoffed, the sound cutting through Petra's defiance like a blade. "Your resistance changes nothing. You have no power here." "Power or not," Petra insisted, her resolve wavering but persistent, "I deserve respect. I demand it." "Deserve?" Elmer's lips twisted into a derisive sneer. "Respect is earned, not demanded, and certainly not by those who fail to understand their place." His words were like a slap, cold and harsh, and Petra felt them sting deep within her. Yet, even as her heart raced and her mind screamed for her to yield, she held his gaze, unflinching. "Understanding one's place doesn't mean accepting oppression," she said, her voice a whisper but laced with steel. "Enough." Elmer's tone brooked no further argument. "You will learn obedience or suffer the consequences. This conversation is over." Petra bit back the retort that threatened to spill from her lips, her body shaking with suppressed rage and helplessness. Elmer's presence loomed over them both, an unyielding force that dwarfed their resistance. 7 - 8 Petra's eyes, once defiant, now glazed with the sheen of defeat. Her shoulders slumped as the last thread of resistance frayed and snapped under the immense pressure of Elmer's authority. "Fine," she whispered, her voice fracturing with the word, a verbal white flag raised in a war she could no longer fight. "Dad." The silence that followed was punctuated only by the shallow breaths that struggled from her chest. Elmer's shadow engulfed her, his victory unquestioned. He didn't need to speak; his stance said enough, towering, unmovable, like the walls of the very house that entrapped her. It was then that something within Petra crumbled, not with a thunderous collapse but a silent giving way of inner strength. A tear slipped down her cheek, carving a path through the dust of her emotions. It was followed by another, and another, until a torrent of grief cascaded from her eyes. "I'm nothing here," she choked out between sobs, her confession bouncing off the cold stone walls, mocking her with its echo. "Less than when I had bars to hold onto." "Your tears change nothing." Elmer's voice was devoid of sympathy, as if he spoke of weather and not a person's breaking spirit. "Then what would?" Petra's plea was half-drowned in her weeping, her arms wrapped around herself in a futile attempt to hold together the pieces of her dignity. "Compliance," he stated flatly, as though prescribing a bitter medicine for an incurable ailment. "Is my soul the price for peace?" Petra looked up at him, her gaze hollow, searching for a sliver of humanity. "Peace is the reward for those who know their place." With that, Elmer turned on his heel, the finality of his departure leaving Petra in the shadow of her own despair. In the emptiness of the room, her cries echoed, a somber melody to the symphony of her shattered hope. Alone, yet not alone, for the ghost of Elmer's dominance lingered, an oppressive blanket muffling her spirit. 9 - 10 Sarah's gaze lingered on Petra, the distress in her friend's eyes reflecting a tempest of emotions. She stood motionless, caught between the instinct to console and the knowledge that any gesture she offered would be but a drop in an ocean of sorrow. "Look at me," Elmer commanded, his voice slicing through the thick air of despair. Petra raised her head slowly, tear-streaked face meeting Elmer's unyielding stare. Sarah could only watch, her heart aching for Petra yet bound by the chains of her own submission to this man she called husband. "Your tears are a luxury we cannot afford," he continued, addressing them both as if they were soldiers who had faltered in line. "You will obey, without question, without hesitation." "Elmer, please—" Petra began, her voice a fragile whisper. "Please?" Elmer cut her off, his tone rising like a tempest. "What you must grasp is that I am not a man swayed by pleas or cries. You will call me 'dad' because I say it, because it is your role to submit." Sarah bit her lip, suppressing the words that threatened to spill from her mouth. Her flirty nature grappled with the harsh reality before her, tempting her to challenge him. But she knew better than to defy Elmer openly. "Your roles," Elmer gestured to each in turn, "are defined by necessity, not by whimsy. You, Sarah, are my wife. And you, Petra, will learn respect." Petra's shoulders slumped, the fight draining from her body like water through clenched fingers. "I understand," she murmured, the fight leaving her voice completely. "Good." Elmer's nod was barely perceptible, his satisfaction evident in the rigid set of his jaw. "Remember, compliance is your only path to peace within these walls." With those final words, Elmer strode out of the room, the echo of his boots against the stone floor punctuating the silence he left behind. Sarah's eyes followed his departure, the air feeling colder in his absence. "Peace," Petra scoffed softly after a long silence, the word tasting bitter on her tongue. "As if such a thing exists for us." "Sometimes, survival is all the peace we get," Sarah replied, the flirty tones of her usual speech absent, replaced by a somber resignation. 11 - 12 Petra's sobs filled the chamber, a stark counterpoint to the silence Elmer had left in his wake. Each cry punctuated the air, the sound of her despair reverberating off the cold stone walls. "Shh, Petra, please," Sarah whispered, kneeling beside her. Her hand reached out, hesitantly, to touch Petra's trembling shoulder. "Crying won't change anything. It only gives him more power over you." Petra shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. "How can you be so calm? How do you accept this... this imprisonment?" Her voice cracked under the weight of her emotions, the word 'imprisonment' hanging heavy between them. "Because I must," Sarah said, her tone gentle but resolute. "We all have our roles to play, whether we chose them or not." She brushed away a strand of hair from Petra's damp forehead. "This world isn't kind to us, Petra. We find strength where we can." "Strength?" Petra scoffed, her laughter hollow. "Is that what you call it? Submission, more like." Sarah sighed, her gaze dropping. "Maybe. But sometimes, submission is a form of strength. It's how we survive." Her green eyes met Petra's, imploring her to understand. "You're not alone in this. I'm here with you." "Survive for what?" Petra demanded, pulling away from Sarah's touch. "To be used? To be broken?" "To live another day," Sarah countered softly, reaching out again. "To hope for something better, even if it's just a dream." "Hope?" Petra's voice was barely above a whisper now, her resistance ebbing away as exhaustion took its toll. "Yes, hope," Sarah affirmed, pulling Petra into an embrace. "It's all we have." 13 - 14 Elmer's shadow receded as he turned on his heel, the door closing with a resolute thud behind him. His footsteps echoed down the corridor, each one a fading pulse that left Petra and Sarah in a silence heavy with unspoken fears. Petra's shoulders slumped, her body yielding to the despair that had fought so fiercely against Elmer's iron will. The tears that stained her cheeks seemed to draw lines of sorrow deep into her very soul — a map of the pain she could no longer deny nor escape. Sarah slid closer, her eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight and the turmoil within. She wrapped her arms around Petra, an anchor amidst the storm of anguish that swirled through the room. "We'll get through this," she whispered, her voice a steadying force. "How?" Petra choked out between sobs. Her voice was raw, stripped of defiance. "There's no end to this... no way out." "Shh," Sarah hushed, cradling Petra's head against her chest. "We find ways to endure. We always do." Her fingers combed through Petra's hair, a gesture brimming with tenderness and solidarity. "Endure? Like this is some sort of test?" Petra's sobs subsided into ragged breaths, her resistance crumbling like a fortress besieged. "Maybe it is." Sarah held Petra tighter, the rhythm of her own heart offering a silent comfort. "We're stronger than they know. Stronger together." "Stronger?" Petra's voice was muffled against Sarah's gown, doubt threading through the question. "Look at us," Sarah insisted, pulling back to look Petra in the eyes. "We're still here. Still fighting, in our own way. That counts for something." "Does it?" Petra's gaze lingered on Sarah, searching for a flicker of hope to cling to. "It has to," Sarah said with a quiet conviction. Her hand found Petra's, their fingers entwining—a physical manifestation of their shared resolve. "Sometimes, I just want it all to stop," Petra confessed, a whisper lost in the vastness of their reality. "Me too," Sarah admitted, her green eyes glinting with unshed tears. "But we can't give up. Not on each other." "Promise me," Petra said, her grip tightening. "Promise me we won't let him break us." "I promise," Sarah said, the words a solemn vow that filled the space between them. "We are more than what they make of us." Their embrace was a silent pact, born of desperation and sealed by a kinship that adversity had forged. As the night stretched on, Petra and Sarah remained locked in their shared solace, their bond a defiant flame resisting the darkness that threatened to engulf them both.

Petra's arousal only grew as she witnessed Sarah's wanton display with the guard. The woman's moans and gasps of ecstasy echoed in the dimly lit alley, as she writhed beneath the man's rough ministrations. The sight of Sarah's pale body, clad only in her shift, was a stark contrast to the dank surroundfeelings. The guard grunted, meeting Sarah's fervent cries with his own primal grunts. His hips moved faster, slamming into her with a ferocity that made her petite frame crash against the wall with each thrust. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh, as he anggriffed her mercilessly. Sarah's moans only escalated, spurring him on, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. Harder! Yes, fuck me harder! she moaned, her eyes glassy with lust. Petra's hand moved faster between her thighs, the dampness between her legs testifying to her growing arousal. She couldn't believe she was watching this, shouldn't she be disgusted? Mortified? Instead, her heart pounded in time with their frenzied rhythm. The guard's breathing grew ragged, and his thrusts became even wilder, more desperate. I'm cuming, he gasped, his hawks. I'm going to cum inside you once more. With one final, powerful thrust, he plunged himself as deep as he could into Sarah's depths, and ground his hips against hers, his cock twitching within her as he came, filling her with his hot, sticky seed. Sarah's body tensed as her own orgasm overtook her, her nails digging into the bricks behind her as she cried out in ecstasy. Her back arched, and her head threw back, baring her slender neck to the night sky. The guard collapsed against her for a moment, panting heavily, as Sarah panted beneath him. Slowly, he pulled out of her, and turned her to face the wall, admiring the evidence of his conquest leaking from her abused entrance. Petra's heart pounded in her chest, her entire body aflame with desire and humiliation. Her thoughts swirled with rage, jealousy, and arousal. What had just happened? Why had she stayed hidden? Why hadn't she stopped it? But part of her, deep down, knew the truth. She was every bit as much a slave to her desires as Sarah was. She had enjoyed watching her love interest debased and used, had relished the sight of her helplessness and ecstasy. Clean me off, whore, he ordered, grabbing Sarah's hair and pulling her face toward his softening cock. Petra's heart clenched as she watched her lover obediently open her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the guard clean. It was too much, too depraved, and yet Petra couldn't turn away, her own need pulsing between her legs like a living thing. As the guard finally released Sarah, shoving her away with a laugh, Petra knew her moment had come. She had to go to her, to comfort her, to reassure her that everything would be alright. Even if it was a lie. With a deep breath, Petra stepped away from the window, her legs shaking as she made her way towards the door. [[BackHome1 KnockDoor<-Knock on the door]]

Petra's knuckles struck the door, a rhythm born of desperation. Each rap echoed her frayed nerves, a testament to the captivity that had sapped her strength and spirit. Her breath came in short gasps, a mix of fear and the faint hope of refuge. To her relief, she heard footsteps approaching the door. With shaking hands, she smoothed down her dull dress, wishing she could present herself better. But it was beyond her control now. The door swung open, revealing Sarah. Disarray clung to her like a second skin; her cheeks were still tinted with the afterglow of passion, and her hair lay in a tousled heap atop her head. For a moment she stood frozen, her eyes wide as they landed on Petra's haggard form. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/sarahopensdoor.png']] Petra? Sarah's voice broke the silence, laced with disbelief. What— How did you— Sarah, Petra croaked, her voice barely above a whisper. Sarah stepped aside, urgency replacing her initial shock. Gods I miss you so much! Come in. You look like you've been through hell. She took Petra's arm, guiding her past the threshold with a gentle firmness. Feels like it, Petra muttered, allowing herself to be pulled into the sanctuary of Sarah's home, her every muscle crying out for rest. The familiar scent of Sarah's abode washed over her—a stark contrast to the dank confines she'd fled from. She was safe, at least for now. Before Petra could fully comprehend the safety of the walls around her, Sarah's arms enveloped her. It was a fierce, protective embrace, one that seemed to attempt to shield Petra from the world itself. The warmth and sincerity in the gesture were as startling as they were comforting. Petra, I was so worried, Sarah murmured into her hair, her voice thick with emotion. The tightness of the embrace sent a ripple of something through Petra, a cocktail of relief and an acute awareness of her own fragility. She leaned into it, her weary body craving the closeness, the simple human connection she had been starved of. Come inside, quickly, Sarah insisted once again, her fingers intertwining with Petra's as she pulled her past the threshold. The urgency in her movements belied a nervous energy that seemed to radiate from her. Petra stumbled slightly, still disoriented by her sudden freedom and the whirlwind of emotions that came with it. They entered the living room, her gaze swept across the room, landing on the [[BackHome1 livingroom<-figure of Lord Robert’s guard, Elmer.]]

Petra's body trembled with a mix of arousal and anger, her fingers instinctively reaching down to touch herself, seeking release from the overwhelming emotions. She bites her lip, fighting back the urge to join in, reminding herself that she must stay sane and wait for the right moment. As the time passed, Sarah's moans of pleasure still echoed in her ears, taunting her with what she could not have. Petra, willing herself to hold onto her sanity. She couldn't let them break her, not like this. For in her imagination, she too was on her knees, servicing the guards with the same mindless obedience as the rest of them. And she swore, as she lay there in the dampness of her own arousal, that she would find a way out of this hell hole. After some time waiting Petra knew her moment had come. She had to go to her, to comfort her, to reassure her that everything would be alright. Even if it was a lie. With a deep breath, Petra stepped away from her hiding spot, her legs shaking as she made her way towards the door. [[BackHome1 KnockDoor<- Knock on the door]]

smirk on his face he cleans his dick on Sarah's mouth, unaware of Petra's presence. 2. As the guard leaves the room, Petra takes a deep breath, broken from the jail and with still remains and stains from prisoners on her, she only desires to greet her long love, Sarah. 3. Sarah, now free from the guard's grasp, turned her head towards the cell door, her green eyes widening in shock as she spotted Petra on the other side of the bars.6. "Petra!" she breathed, her voice hoarse from the night's activities. "I-I... I'm so sorry you had to see that."7. "Sarah..." Petra's voice came out as a hoarse whisper, her eyes never leaving her wife's naked form. "I-I thought they... I..."8. Sarah shook her head, standing up shakily and walking towards the bars that separated them. "It's not what you think. I... I've been trying to gather information, to find a way out of here."9. Petra looked at her incredulously, her gaze flickering over the cum stains on Sarah's pale skin. "Y-You expect me to believe that?"10. Sarah's face flushed, but she held Petra' s intense gaze. "I swear, it's the truth. I've been... compromising myself, yes, but only to survive... and to find a way to get us both out of here."11. Petra's anger dissipated, replaced by a wave of exhaustion and arousal. The sight of her wife, so beautifully debased, was making her ache between her legs.12. "P-Petra..." Sarah purred, leaning seductively against the bars. "I need you, baby. Please... I can't take it anymore."13. Petra's resolve crumbled like sand against the tide, and she reached through the bars to car cup Sarah's cheek, her thumb caressing her swollen lip.14. "I-I... alright, but we have to be quick."15. Sarah's green eyes sparkled with relief and desire as she sank to her knees, her B-cup breasts bouncing enticingly. She wrapped her handcuffed hands around the bars, lifting her hips invitingly.16. Petra's panties were already drenched as she hiked up her filthy skirt, revealing her soaking wet, shaved pussy.17. "F-Fuck me, Sarah . Fuck me hard." 15 - 15 15 - 15 15. With a mix of trepidation and longing, Petra steps knocks on the door, ready to greet Sarah and reclaim their connection, no matter the cost. Instead of the dirty, broken-down woman she'd expected, her loveInterest looked radiant. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back in waves, framing her pale skin and emerald green eyes. The B-cup breasts Petra had once been so envious of were still every bit as perky, straining against the confines of her prison uniform. Petra's cheeks flushed as she realized she was staring. "H-hello," she managed to stammer out. "I... I've been... missing... you." Sarah's lips curved into a slow, sensual smile. "I've missed you too, Petra." Her voice was like honey, sweet and languid. "I'm glad you're back... In more ways than one." Petra swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. Sarah's eyes flicked downward, lingering on her womanhood, which was now on full display thanks to the wetness seeping through her pants. Without another word, Sarah grabbed her hand and pulled her inside, slamming the door behind them. Her lips crashed into Petra's in a hungry, desperate kiss as their bodies pressed together. Petra moaned into the kiss, her pent-up desire for Sarah overwhelming any thoughts of caution or restraint. She needed her — here, and now. Sarah led her to the bedroom, their clothes discarded along the way. The sheets were cool against Petra's feverish skin as Sarah pushed her down onto the bed. "I've thought about this... so many times," Sarah panted, her emerald eyes alight with lust and longing. "Tonight, I'm going to make up for all the time we lost." And with those words, she lowered her head between Petra's legs, sending her already overheated body into overdrive.

Petra eased her way into the steaming bath, feeling a sense of relaxation and warmth wash over her. It was a rare moment of peace that she had almost forgotten existed during her time in prison. Her mind was a storm of confusion, but she forced herself to focus on the present, the warmth of the water, and the strange sense of security that Sarah's presence brought her. Good, Sarah said with a nod, turning back to Petra. Now, let's get you something warm to drink, and we can talk about everything. You must have so many questions. Petra offered a weak smile, grateful for the hospitality but still unsettled by the guard's presence in her house, though she was no longer sure if the house could still be called hers. She watched as Sarah moved to prepare the drink, her blonde hair catching the light, her movements graceful yet filled with a nervous energy that betrayed her earlier composure. Tea will be just fine, Petra said, trying to sound more at ease than she felt. Coming right up, Sarah answered, busying herself with the task. The silence that followed was punctuated only by the clinking of cups and the soft shuffle of Sarah's feet. Petra took deep breaths, attempting to steady her racing heart, while Elmer remained a silent sentinel waiting on the living room, his presence a constant reminder of Lord Robert's influence. Here you go, Sarah finally said, handing Petra a steaming cup. Drink this; it'll help calm your nerves. Thank you, Sarah Petra murmured, accepting the cup with hands that trembled ever so slightly. Okay, it's just us now, Sarah said, sitting down beside Petra. You're safe here, Petra. I promise you that. Now, tell me what happened. How did you escape? [[BackHome1 Bathe1<-Explain how you got out.]]

<<set $elmerStory to 100>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/sarahlistening.png']] The question opened the floodgates, and Petra found herself recounting the harrowing details of her imprisonment and subsequent flight. Sarah listened intently, her green eyes reflecting a mixture of horror and empathy. By the gods, Sarah whispered when Petra finished her tale. You've been through so much. It's not over, is it? Petra asked, a note of despair creeping into her voice. With Lord Robert... with all of this... Listen to me, Sarah said firmly, reaching out to grasp Petra's hand. We'll figure this out together. I won't let anyone hurt you again. Petra looked into Sarah's eyes, searching for the truth in her words, wanting to [[Bathroom<-believe that there was hope.]]

<<set $npcSentencesNiceToPeter to []>> <<set $npcSentencesPimpSarah to []>><<set $npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo to []>> <<set $npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth to []>> <<set $npcSentencesPimpSarahVag to []>> <<set $npcSentencesPimpSarahAss to []>> <<set $npcSentencesPimpSarahAll to []>> <<set $sarahPimpedTo to []>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to "">> <<set $promptDialogNPC to "">> <<script>> v.npcSentencesNiceToPeter.push("It's a pleasure to see you, Peter. How is Sarah doing?","I hear your trade is doing well, Peter.","Have you heard the latest news from the kingdom, Peter?","I hear your crops are coming in well this season.","Sarah is the talk of the town, and you're the lucky man who gets to call her wife.","Great weather for riding horses today, wouldn't you say Peter?","You and Sarah make such a lovely couple.","Looks like you and Sarah are a match made in heaven.","Sarah is quite the catch, isn't she Peter?","Hello Pete, how do you do?","Taking care of Sarah, Peter?","The ale is flowing and the fire is warm, a perfect setting for storytelling.","Tis a beautiful day for a joust, is it not?","Have you heard the latest gossip from the royal court?","How fare thee my friend? Any news from the kingdom?","Indeed, the air is filled with a hint of spring and the birds are singing their praises to the heavens.","Yes, the sun is shining and the birds are singing. A perfect day for a hunt.","Yes, the sun is shining and the birds are singing. A perfect day for a hunt.","Aye, the sun shines bright and the crops are growing well, it is a good omen for the kingdom.","Today is a great day is not it sir?","Today is a great day is not it sir? Gods blessed us with the best seasons of all kingdoms!","Do you think the crop harvest will bring us good luck this year?"); v.npcSentencesPimpSarah.push("I never thought I'd be agreeing to this, but for the right price, I'll take her for a spin.","As long as I don't have to pay too much, I'm in.","The sexy blonde that teases everyone on the market? But of course I accept.","I couldn't live with myself if I sold my wife's body but since is not my wife, I will fuck her hehe.","You want your wife to be fucked?","Are you serious? I could never do that to my wife.","I can't believe you're actually suggesting this.","Do you really think she'll go for it?","I've heard she's quite the catch. I'll definitely take her up on that offer.","Well, if she's as hot as you say she is, how can I resist?","Well, if she's willing and you're offering, who am I to say no?","I'm not normally one for this kind of thing, but it's hard to resist such a tempting offer.","Well, I guess everyone has their price. Count me in.","I never thought I'd be involved in something like this, but I can't deny my curiosity.","I can't believe you're even considering this, Peter. But hey, I won't say no to some fun with Sarah.","I'll admit, I've always had my eye on her. Count me in.","I hope she knows what she's getting herself into.","I never knew you had such wild and twisted fantasies, Peter. But hey, I'm game if she is.","Well, it's not every day I get the chance to have my way with a gorgeous woman like Sarah.","I'm intrigued. Let's see what the little wife can do.","Well, I never thought I'd be buying sexual favors, but for Sarah, I'll make an exception.","I don't know what's come over me, but I can't seem to say no.","I never thought I'd say this, but thanks for the offer, Peter. I'll take her off your hands.","Count me in. And I hope Sarah knows how lucky she is to have such a generous husband.","I can't wait to see the look on Sarah's face when she finds out what I'm paying for.","You've got yourself a deal, Peter. I'll have a night to remember with your wife.","I can't imagine what it must be like to have to sell your wife like this. But hey, business is business.","I'll do it, but you better make sure this stays between us.","I'll be sure to take good care of her, Peter. Don't worry about a thing.","You're really selling your own wife? That's messed up.","I'll give your wife a night she won't forget.","Well, it's not every day someone offers to sell me their wife. I'll take it.","I never thought I'd be able to afford a woman like Sarah. Thanks for the opportunity, Peter.","Well, I never thought I'd be involved in a situation like this, but I can't deny that Sarah is one attractive woman.","You're willing to let me have my way with your wife for how much? Count me in.","I'll do it, but only if you promise me a discount next time.","I'll make sure Sarah gets all the pleasure she deserves.","This is some twisted shit, but I can't say no to a night with that beauty.","Someone's a little kinky huh? Well, I won't turn down the chance to have some fun with Sarah.","Selling your own wife? That's a new low, Peter.","I'll tell you one thing, Peter. You've got yourself a damn fine trophy wife there.","I'm in. And hey, if Sarah turns out to be as good as you say she is, maybe I'll become a regular customer.","Peter, I don't know what kind of man would sell his own wife, but I'll take your offer.","I never would have imagined someone like you having a hot wife like Sarah. Consider me intrigued."); v.npcSentencesPimpSarahTwo.push("I'll make sure to treat her like the whore she is while she's servicing me.","I can not wait for her to use her lips on my cock.","I'll be counting down the minutes until Sarah is mine for the night.","I'll be sure to recommend her to all my colleagues, they'll be so jealous.","I'll make it worth her while, Peter. We all know she's worth it.","I'll make sure to make her scream my name with pleasure.","Who knew that a man like you could have such a stunning and willing wife like Sarah?","I'll make sure to show her a good time, she deserves it for pleasing me.","I can't wait to see the look on your face as she services me, Peter.","I'm willing to do whatever it takes to keep her services, Peter. She's just too irresistible.","I can't wait to experience the most beautiful mouth in town.","I'll be sure to come back for more, Sarah's mouth is addictive.","I'll make sure to leave a generous tip for such a talented woman.","I'll be sure to tell all my friends about the amazing time with Sarah.","I'll make sure she enjoys every minute of it, Sarah is such a good girl.","Sarah may be your wife, but she will belong to me for the time being.","I'll make sure to give her a proper reward for her services.","I've always had a thing for blondes, and your wife is the perfect specimen, Peter.","I'll make sure to treat her well, Peter. After all, she's your prized possession.","I can't wait to see her on her knees, eager to please me.","I can't wait to hear her begging for more.","My friends have told me about the amazing skills your wife has, Peter. I can't wait to experience them myself.","I am sure she will be worth every penny, Peter.","I will pay whatever price you ask for her services, Peter.","I'm sure Sarah will be happy to service me, she always aims to please","I'll do it, but only if she wears her sluttiest outfit for me.","I'll pay whatever price you want, just make sure Sarah makes me feel good.","I never knew your little wife could be a harlot.","I do not promise I will be gentle with her, Peter.","My coins for your whore wife? We have a deal.","Tell her to be prepared for a long night of pleasure.","I'll have her moaning and screaming all night long.","Don't think for a second that I won't use force if she resists.","You may be her husband, but she belongs to me now.","I'll be back again and again, counting on your cooperation."); v.npcSentencesPimpSarahMouth.push("I can not wait for her to use her lips on my cock.","I can not wait for her to use her pretty mouth on my cock Peter.","I hope your whore wife gives me a very sloppy blowjob","Oh, she will make me feel so good with her mouth, won't she?","I always knew Sarah had a talented mouth, glad she can put it to good use.","How can you kiss her mouth after knowing it is used by everyone's dick Peter?"); v.npcSentencesPimpSarahVag.push("I will not have pity Peter, I will fuck her good.","Oh, she will make me feel so good with her cunt, won't she?","I hope your whore wife gives me a very good time.","I can not wait to cum inside that her Peter.","I can not wait to shove my cock inside her.","I can not wait for her cunt to be dancing on my dick."); v.npcSentencesPimpSarahAss.push("I will not have pity Peter, I will fuck her asshole good.","Oh, she will make me feel so good with her ass, won't she?","I hope your whore wife gives me a very good time.","I can not wait to cum inside her asshole Peter.","I can not wait to shove my cock inside her asshole.","I can not wait for her ass to be dancing on my dick."); v.npcSentencesPimpSarahAll.push("You better make sure she's ready and willing for me.","I'll make sure she enjoys every inch of me.","Your wife is a good lay, Peter. I'll come back for more.","I want her wearing only her undergarments when I arrive.","I paid good money for this, don't expect any mercy.","I don't care if she's your wife, she's just another whore to me.","I hope you enjoy watching me pleasure your wife.","I'll make sure she knows who's really in charge here.","I won't hesitate to slap her around if she doesn't do as I say.","Next time, I may have to bring some of my friends to join in.","You have a fine wife, Peter. Too bad she's just a whore now.","I'll make it worth your while to keep her working for me.","I'll make sure she's well taken care of in more ways than one."); <</script>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/lordrobert.png']] <h3>Lord Robert</h3> An old man with a dark soul, with his grim personality and insatiable appetite for control, had wormed his way into every aspect of the kingdom's affairs. His political power was vast, and he used it to manipulate those around him, maintaining his grip on the city through fear, bribery, and other unsavory means. Lord Robert's actions had far-reaching consequences, corrupting the city and its inhabitants like a virulent disease. Peter could see the signs of this decay everywhere he looked: the desperate faces of the poor and downtrodden, the sly glances exchanged between corrupt officials, and the ever-present tension that hung heavy in the air. In his own mind, Peter couldn't help but wonder what it would take to break free from Lord Robert's stranglehold. He imagined a world where the people were no longer at the mercy of such a vile, selfish ruler. Instead, they would prosper under a benevolent leader, one who valued the well-being of the kingdom and its citizens above all else. Peter himself were no exepction to Lord Robert's influence, as Peter was Lord Robert's son-in-law and were living in a house rented by the Lord. <<button "<<Return" "Lore">>\ <</button>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'intro/knights.png']] <h3>Holy Knights</h3> Holy Knights and the kingdom guards, sternly patrols the streets in search of supposedly magic users. Their presence was both reassuring and intimidating, as $playerName secretly sympathized with those who sought to master the arcane arts. The fate of imprisoned magic users remained a mystery. Would they be locked up indefinitely or would they face execution? Perhaps there was something even more horrifying in store for them. He prayed he would never have to find out for himself. Despite the challenges brought about by the scarcity of women and the presence of hidden magic, the city remained a bustling and lively place. Its residents went about their daily lives, adapting to the peculiarities of their world and making the best of the hand they'd been dealt. <<button "<<Return" "Lore">>\ <</button>>

"What in Asmodeus' name...?" Peter muttered, his attention snapping to the sudden uproar in the marketplace. Shouts of surprise and alarm mingled with excited chatter and laughter, drawing his gaze through the milling crowd. That's when he spotted him. Amari, his best friend since childhood, careening through the square atop the most bizarre contraption Peter had ever seen. It appeared to be some kind of wooden machine, with gears and levers whirring and clacking as it rumbled forward on mismatched wheels. Amari stood proudly at the helm, his lanky frame swaying with the motion, a manic grin plastered across his dark features. "Out the way, you mangy bastards!" Amari bellowed gleefully, his voice booming over the clamor. He yanked on a lever, sending the machine lurching to the side. It clipped a vendor's stall, sending exotic fruits tumbling. The merchant screeched curses at Amari's back. Peter watched in disbelief as his friend piloted the unruly invention, leaving a trail of minor destruction and flabbergasted onlookers in his wake. Amari swerved to avoid a gaggle of young boys who had run out to gawk, nearly upending a barrel of pickled fish. "Ha ha! No stopping this baby now!" Amari hollered, his eyes alight with wild abandon. Good gods, he's going to kill someone with that thing, Peter thought, torn between amusement and exasperation. Only Amari could cause such utter pandemonium and look to be having the time of his life doing it. Peter shook his head as Amari cut a chaotic swath through the market, his creation belching smoke and eliciting shrieks from startled shoppers diving out of its path. It was moments like these that made Peter question the wisdom of their friendship. Then again, in a world as grim as theirs, a bit of harmless mayhem was a welcome respite. As the machine rattled past, Amari caught Peter's eye and raised a hand in greeting, his toothy grin as bright as a slap. "Pete, old boy! Hop on!" he crowed. Peter sidestepped quickly as a shower of sparks spat from the machine's underbelly. Saints preserve him, he was not setting foot on that rolling death trap. He valued his neck far too much. 3 - 4 Peter approached the contraption warily, keeping a safe distance as it sputtered to a halt. Amari leapt from his perch, landing with a flourish and a bow to the gawking crowd. "Amari, what in the seven hells are you doing?" Peter demanded, his voice a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Pete, my man! Just taking my latest invention for a spin," Amari replied, slapping the machine's wooden flank with a proprietary air. "She's a beauty, ain't she?" Peter eyed the contraption dubiously. It looked like a unholy cross between a wagon and a torture device, all gears and belching smoke. "It's certainly...something," he allowed. "But what's the point of it? Besides causing mass hysteria, that is." Amari's grin widened. "Ah, now that's the real secret, isn't it? Let's just say this baby's got a higher purpose than just livening up the market square." He leaned in conspiratorially, his voice dropping to a stage whisper. "I'll give you a hint - it involves sticking it to those pompous assholes up at the palace. But that's all I can say for now." Peter's eyebrows shot up. Amari's schemes were always outrageous, but tangling with the nobility was a new level of audacity. "Amari, are you sure that's wise? You know the kind of power those bastards wield." Amari waved a dismissive hand. "Fuck 'em. They've had it too good for too long. It's time someone took 'em down a peg." He clapped Peter on the shoulder, his eyes dancing with mischief. "But enough shop talk. What say we hit the tavern later? I'm buyin'." Peter hesitated, torn between the lure of a stiff drink and the nagging feeling that he should check on Sarah. But the prospect of brooding alone at home held little appeal. "Sure, why not," he agreed with a shrug. "Saints know I could use a distraction after the day I've had." Amari whooped, pumping a fist in the air. "That's the spirit! Pete and Amari, back in action!" He swung himself back onto his contraption, the machine growling to life beneath him. "I'll swing by your place at sundown," he called over the rising din. "Be ready to raise some hell!" With that, he roared off in a fresh burst of smoke, leaving Peter coughing in his wake. As the machine vanished around the corner, Peter couldn't help but chuckle. Life with Amari was many things, but it was never dull. 5 - 6 Peter turned, scanning the market for Sarah, but her familiar blonde head was nowhere to be seen. An uneasy knot formed in his stomach. She had been right beside him when Amari made his explosive entrance. Where could she have disappeared to so quickly? He wove through the crowds, his eyes darting from face to face as he called her name. But the bustling market swallowed his words, and no answering shout came in return. With each passing minute, his worry grew, mingling with a rising frustration. *Damn it, Sarah,* he thought, running a hand through his hair. *Where the hell did you run off to?* It wasn't like her to vanish without a word, especially in the middle of such chaos. A dozen scenarios flashed through his mind, each more unsettling than the last. Had she been hurt in the commotion? Abducted by some opportunistic lowlife? Or had she simply grown tired of his company and slipped away? He shook his head, banishing the thought. No, Sarah wouldn't do that. She loved him, even if her ways of showing it were sometimes unconventional. There had to be another explanation. Peter paused at the edge of the market, his chest heaving from his frantic search. The sun hung low on the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and red. Amari would be expecting him soon, and the lure of a stiff drink was growing stronger by the minute. *I can't just leave without knowing she's safe,* he thought, his jaw clenching. *But if I don't show up, Amari will come looking for me, and that's the last thing I need right now.* He closed his eyes, his mind racing as he weighed his options. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he made his decision. "I'm sorry, Sarah," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the din of the market. "I'll find you, I promise. But I need to clear my head first." With a final, lingering look at the crowded stalls, Peter turned and headed for home, his heart heavy with guilt and uncertainty. Whatever tomorrow brought, he knew one thing for certain - he would stop at nothing to find his wife and bring her home safe. But first, he needed a drink. And maybe, just maybe, a night of hell-raising with his best friend was exactly what he needed to put this whole mess behind him.

Peter had barely turned the key in the lock when the door burst open, slamming against the wall with a resounding crash. Lord Robert, flanked by two burly guards, stormed into the small living room like a tempest, his heavy boots thudding on the wooden floor. Peter stumbled back, his heart leaping into his throat. What is the meaning of this intrusion, Lord Robert? Peter's voice quivered slightly as he spoke, but he managed to stand his ground. [img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/angryaf.png']] Silence! bellowed Lord Robert, his face red with rage. You dare question me in your rat's nest of a home? He towered over Peter, his presence filling the room with an air of menace. Your tavern, Pete, Lord Robert spat the words out like venom, his glare piercing through Peter. <<if $LRnot != 0>>Who gave you the right to open such an establishment without my consent?<</if>> Lord Robert, I meant no offense, Peter stammered, trying to muster any semblance of courage. It was merely— Merely what? An act of defiance? The feudal lord's voice rumbled like distant thunder. Do you think you can operate under my nose without paying your dues? Without my blessing? Please, my lord, Peter pleaded, his hands raised in a gesture of appeasement. It was for Sarah, to provide for her— Provide? Lord Robert snorted, his laugh devoid of humor. You think running a sordid little den provides for her? You've overstepped, Peter. And there will be consequences. His words hung heavy in the air, a promise of retribution looming over Peter's head. Peter swallowed hard, his mind racing for an explanation that would placate the irate lord, but none came. Lord Robert's anger was a palpable force, and Peter knew better than to fan the flames. He shuffled backwards, the cold sweat on his palm leaving a moist imprint on the wooden chair he clutched for support. His posture curled inward, as if trying to become small enough to escape Lord Robert's towering rage. Forgive me, Lord Robert, Peter finally gasped, his voice barely rising above a whisper. The tavern—it wasn't meant as a challenge to your authority. Lord Robert's eyes, two dark coals burning with fury, fixed on Peter. The room seemed to shrink under his scrutiny. For a stretched moment, the only sound was the ragged breaths escaping Peter's lips. Challenge? Oh no, Peter. Lord Robert's voice dropped to a menacing purr, every syllable laced with threat. You're far too spineless for that. The air felt thick, heavy with Peter's dread and the unsaid words hanging between them. Lord Robert paced, each step measured and deliberate, like a cat circling its prey. He paused, leaning close enough for Peter to feel his breath, tinged with the scent of old wine. Here's what you will do, Lord Robert began, straightening up. His composure was a stark contrast to the storm of emotions that had raged moments before. You'll run this tavern, yes. But you forget, Pete... everything under my sky pays a price. And speaking of price, Lord Robert said, his voice suddenly taking on a lighter, almost playful note that did not match the severity in his eyes. He gestured toward the door where the heavy clank of [[LRElmer1.2<-footsteps announced a new arrival.]]

Peter paced the living room, his footsteps muted against the cold floor. Elmer sat at the table, silent and statuesque, his eyes following Peter's every move. The air felt thick with unease, and Peter struggled to find his breath. Would you like a cup of tea? Peter ventured, hoping to break the tension. Elmer's gaze remained impassive. No need for pleasantries. Just maintain your business as usual, and we'll get along fine. The front door creaked open, and Sarah breezed in, her presence a stark contrast to the stifling atmosphere. She stopped short upon seeing Elmer, a frown creasing her perfect brow. Peter, who is this? she asked, her voice laced with confusion and a hint of challenge. Sarah, this is Elmer, Peter began, licking his lips nervously. Lord Robert has— Assigned me here, Elmer cut in, standing up with a fluidity that belied his size. Assigned? Sarah echoed, her green eyes darting between the two men. What does that mean? Elmer will be staying with us from now on, Peter explained quickly, his words tumbling out. To ensure Robert's interests are... protected, whatever that means... Staying with us? Sarah's voice rose an octave, her hands planting firmly on her hips. In our home? Lord Robert's orders, Peter said, meeting her gaze with a plea for understanding. We can't refuse. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/talk1.png']] Can't or won't? Sarah's eyes narrowed, assessing the man who had invaded their sanctuary. This is ridiculous, Peter. It's done, Sarah. Peter's voice was soft, resigned. I'm sorry. Sorry won't change the fact that we now have a guard dog, Sarah retorted, her tone icy. Guard dogs are loyal to their masters, Elmer interjected. Remember that. Is that a threat? Sarah challenged, stepping closer to Elmer with a daring tilt to her chin. Merely stating facts, Elmer replied, his expression unreadable. Enough, Peter said, placing himself between them. We must make the best of this situation. Make the best of it? Sarah's laugh was hollow. You really expect me to play happy housewife with an enforcer breathing down our necks? Please, Sarah, Peter implored, reaching for her hand. For our sake. Sarah looked at him, her gaze softening for a moment before she pulled away. Fine, she said. But this isn't over. Nothing ever is, Elmer muttered, reclaiming his seat at the table as if he'd never left it. Peter watched Sarah retreat to their bedroom, the weight of her disappointment heavy in his heart. He turned back to Elmer, silently vowing to protect the fragile peace of their home, [[LRElmer1.5<-no matter the cost.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/elmer/elmerstanding.png']] Peter's gaze shifted to the entrance as Elmer, one of Lord Robert's most loyal guards, stepped into the house. The man was a towering figure; his bald head caught the dim light, and his clean-shaven face was as expressionless as a statue's. His uniform hugged his muscular frame, emphasizing an air of unyielding strength. Peter, meet Elmer, Lord Robert introduced with a twisted smile playing on his lips. He will be your guest for the foreseeable future. Guest was a word so obviously out of place it nearly hung in the air. Peter's mouth opened, then closed, no words forthcoming. He found himself studying Elmer's boots instead, polished to a reflective shine. Elmer doesn't talk much, Lord Robert continued, his eyes glinting with concealed amusement. But he listens very well, don't you, Elmer? Indeed, my lord, Elmer responded in a voice that matched his appearance—deep, direct, and devoid of warmth. A chill ran down Peter's spine as Elmer surveyed the room, his gaze finally resting on Peter. There was something unsettling about his stare, as if he could see right through to all the things Peter wished to keep hidden. Your... Generosity is overwhelming, Lord Robert, Peter managed, his voice quivering despite his best effort to sound grateful. Think nothing of it, Lord Robert said, his tone suggesting it was anything but a generous offer. Consider Elmer your... guardian angel. Of course, my lord, Peter replied, though the lump in his throat made him feel like he was swallowing shards of glass. Elmer is not here as a guest, Peter, Lord Robert said, his voice a low growl that reverberated through the sparse room. He is here to ensure my interests are protected. You will obey him as you would me. Peter's eyes darted from the looming figure of Elmer to the cold gaze of Lord Robert. He felt the walls of his own home closing in, the air growing thin. The power imbalance was palpable, [[LRElmer1.3<-the command unmistakable.]]

Understood, my lord, Peter managed to say, the words scraping their way out. Good! Lord Robert stepped closer, his shadow falling over Peter. Elmer has full authority. You will accommodate his needs, provide for his comforts. A cruel smile twisted the old man's lips. He speaks with my voice. Peter could only muster a slight nod. His throat tightened, constricting any further speech. [img[setup.ImagePath+'lordrobertStory/lordrobert2.png']] See that you remember this, Peter, Lord Robert continued. Disobeying Elmer is akin to disobeying me... And I assure you, the consequences will be dire. Y-Yes, my lord, Peter stuttered, his heart pounding against his ribcage. Do not disappoint me. Peter remained rooted to the spot, his eyes locked on Elmer. The guard’s presence was like a statue—silent, imposing, inscrutable. Peter knew his world had shifted on its axis, the future now a treacherous path lined with uncertainty and fear. Excellent. Lord Robert clapped his hands together once, the sound sharp in the quiet room. I'll leave you to get acquainted. Lord Robert's cloak billowed behind him as he strode out of Peter's house, the door slamming shut with a bang that resonated through the small dwelling. The guards' boots thudded in unison, their departure [[LRElmer1.3.1<-a relief and an omen all at once.]]

[img[setup.ImagePath+'house/bedroom.png']]<<set $elmerStory to 1>><<set $elmerTriggerStory to 0>><<set $pimpsSarah to true>> The bedroom door creaked open, and Sarah emerged, a determined set to her mouth. She approached Peter, who sat at the worn kitchen table, his fingers tracing the grain of the wood as if seeking answers in its swirls. Peter, she began, her voice steady despite the tremor that threatened to betray her composure. We have to talk about what this means for us. Peter looked up, his eyes a mirror of the fear they both felt. I know, love. It changes everything. Will we even be safe? Sarah's hands wrapped around herself, a self-embrace that spoke volumes of her need for reassurance. Elmer is here to ensure Lord Robert's orders are followed, not to harm us, Peter said, though his voice lacked conviction. [img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/wife/talk2.png']] Followed, she scoffed. You mean spied on. Perhaps. Peter stood, moving towards her. But it also means we're valuable to him. There's some safety in that. Valuable or not, I don't like feeling like I am under constant watch, Sarah said, her nostrils flaring with the indignation she usually reserved for Lord Robert's more outrageous demands. Neither do I, Peter admitted. He reached out tentatively, brushing his hand against hers. But we'll find a way. We always do. Find a way? Sarah's laugh was sharp, a sound that didn't belong in their quiet home. What can we do with that brute taking up space where our privacy used to be? Be smart, Peter whispered, drawing her close enough to feel her breath on his skin. We play along, keep our heads down... Until when, Peter? Until you're opening another tavern or until I'm... She choked on words too frightening to voice. Until we figure out our next move. His arms encircled her, a shield against the uncertainty that loomed over them. Is there even a "we" in this anymore? Sarah's question hung between them, the doubt seeping into the foundation of their union. Always, Peter said firmly. Whatever happens, it's you and me. Against Lord Robert's world, she murmured into his chest. Against it all, he agreed. They stood together in silence, two figures bound by love and the oppressive shadow of Elmer's presence, they found solace in the certainty of each other. We'll need our strength for whatever comes next. Sarah finally said, pulling away with a resigned sigh. Sleep would come hard that night, and in the days to follow, but resolve had a way of kindling even in the darkest of hours. And so, hand in hand, Peter and Sarah faced the uncertain future, their bond a quiet rebellion against the [[Bedroom<-oppressive rule that sought to claim them.]]

<h3>The Market</h3> [img[setup.ImagePath+'city/market.png']] <<button "To the streets" "Streets ">>\ <<set $varA += 10, $varB += 10>>\ <</button>>

The Streets [img[setup.ImagePath+'city/streets.png']] <<button "<<Return to your house" "BackHome1">><</button>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/elmer/elmerstanding.png']] His presence was like a dark cloud looming over them, his previous encounter with Sarah an unspoken shadow between the three of them. Lord Robert designed Elmer to take care of me after you got imprisoned, remember that we told everyone that your old you was sick? Sarah silently said. Robert knew everything and told everyone that Peter was dead, even arranged a fake funeral. He ordered Elmer to take your place as my husband, he has been keeping me company since. The word 'husband' catching Petra off guard and sending a shiver down her spine. Your... husband? Petra echoed, confusion lacing her voice as she looked back and forth between Sarah and the guard, trying to reconcile the claim with everything she knew. Yes, she said, pausing for a moment. It's a long story, sorry darling, but it's for the best. Who knows what could happen if I became a widow? People might start questioning why I'm not fulfilling my role on society as a breeder, instead of doing anything else. Petra's mind reeled at the revelation, but she had no time to process it. She felt overwhelmed by a flood of questions and emotions, but she was too drained from her time in prison to do anything but nod. She accepted the information with a mixture of bewilderment and defeat. I... I can't imagine what you went through on that decrepit place. I am deeply sorry that I couldn't do anything to help you. Sarah's gaze caught Petra's, and Petra could see that Sarah had noticed the lingering scent of sex on her from the inmates and the cum stains on her. Right now, you must rest, Sarah spoke softly, her tone filled with genuine concern. You're safe now, here with me. Thank you, Petra managed, her throat tight. The word 'safe' felt foreign on her lips, but she tried to believe it. She tried to believe in the sanctuary that Sarah offered, even with the intimidating presence of Elmer looming nearby. Take a hot bath and rest love, Sarah repeated, guiding Petra toward their bathroom. I'll take care of everything. She cast a glance at Elmer, who had remained silent throughout the exchange, his expression unreadable. Isn't that right, dear? Sarah prompted, seeking some form of acknowledgment from the man who watched them with keen eyes. Of course, Elmer said at last, his voice a low rumble that filled the room. The <<if $pHeight == 1>>little <<else>>young <</if>>lady's safety is our foremost priority. [[BackHome1 Bathe<-To the bathroom]]

<<if $elmerlocation == "House">><<set _randomNumberElmer to random(1, 3)>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/elmer/elmerlivingroom'+ _randomNumberElmer +'.png']]<</if>> <<if $elmerlocation == "Kitchen">><<set _randomNumberElmer to random(1, 3)>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/elmer/elmerlivingroom'+ _randomNumberElmer +'.png']]<</if>> <<if $elmerlocation == "Bedroom">><<set _randomNumberElmer to random(1, 3)>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/elmer/elmerlivingroom'+ _randomNumberElmer +'.png']]<</if>> <<if $elmerlocation == "Bathroom">><<set _randomNumberElmer to random(1, 3)>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/elmer/elmerlivingroom'+ _randomNumberElmer +'.png']]<</if>> <<if $elmerlocation == "?">><<set _randomNumberElmer to random(1, 3)>>[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/elmer/elmerlivingroom'+ _randomNumberElmer +'.png']]<</if>> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>>

[img[setup.ImagePath+'characters/elmer/elmer.png']] Remember your place, Elmer's voice sliced through the newfound quiet. He stood by the fireplace, his figure rigid, like an iron rod hammered into the wooden floorboards. Of course, Peter replied, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands fidgeted at his sides, unsure whether to clasp together or hang limp. Lord Robert has plans and high expectations, Elmer said, examining the room with a critical eye. I trust you won't be the cause of any... disappointments. Never, I—I’ll do everything required, Peter stammered, feeling the weight of Elmer's gaze upon him. His heart raced, each beat a reminder of the new order within his own home. As I expect, Elmer nodded curtly, crossing his arms over his broad chest. Let's keep it that way. Peter swallowed hard, nodding in return. There was no escaping the reality of Elmer's watchful presence, nor the consequences of failing to meet Lord Robert's demands. He felt the oppressive rule seep into his bones, [[LRElmer1.4<-a chill that wouldn't leave.]]

<<set $promptDialogNPC to "">> <<set _mathematicsprofessionalpro2000 to ($sarahPimpedTo.length -1)>> <<set _pimpedName to $sarahPimpedTo[_mathematicsprofessionalpro2000]>> <<if $sarahPimpedTo.length <= 1>>Peter watch as $sarahPimpedTo walks toward your bedroom where he will be having their way with Sarah. <<else>>Peter watch as _pimpedName walks toward your bedroom where he will be having their way with Sarah. It will be turned in a orgy as Sarah is probably already being taken by others right now on their bedroom. <<set _randSex to random(1, 6)>> <<if _randSex <= 3>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckVag_dp'+_rand)>><</if>> <<if _randSex >= 4>><<set _rand to random(1, 3)>><<if _rand == 3 && $sarahPimpedTo.length > 2>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckGb1')>><<else>><<set _rand to random(1, 2)>><<set $sarahSexActProstituition to ('CuckAnal_gb'+_rand)>><</if>><</if>> <</if>> <<button "<<Return" $return>>\ <<set $promptDialog to "">>\ <</button>> /* $wifeIsBusy3Hours <<link "wait 60min">><<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 50)>><<goto "NPC OTW 2 Sarah">><</link>> <<link "Goto House" "House">><</link>>*/

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/wife/videos/anal1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 10)>> <h3><<for _x to 0; _x lt $sarahPimpedTo.length; _x++>> <<if $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x == ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 2)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] and <<elseif $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x <= ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 3)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x], <<else>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] <</if>> <</for>> are having their way with your wife!</h3> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<set $analCreampie to random(1, 1)>> <<button "Stop Spying">> <<script>> v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("House"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/wife/videos/vaginal1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 10)>> <h3><<for _x to 0; _x lt $sarahPimpedTo.length; _x++>> <<if $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x == ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 2)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] and <<elseif $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x <= ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 3)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x], <<else>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] <</if>> <</for>> are having their way with your wife!</h3> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<set $analCreampie to random(1, 1)>> <<button "Stop Spying">> <<script>> v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("House"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/wife/videos/vaginal2.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 10)>> <h3><<for _x to 0; _x lt $sarahPimpedTo.length; _x++>> <<if $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x == ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 2)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] and <<elseif $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x <= ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 3)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x], <<else>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] <</if>> <</for>> are having their way with your wife!</h3> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<set $analCreampie to random(1, 1)>> <<button "Stop Spying">> <<script>> v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("House"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/wife/videos/vaginal3.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 10)>> <h3><<for _x to 0; _x lt $sarahPimpedTo.length; _x++>> <<if $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x == ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 2)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] and <<elseif $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x <= ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 3)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x], <<else>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] <</if>> <</for>> are having their way with your wife!</h3> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<set $analCreampie to random(1, 1)>> <<button "Stop Spying">> <<script>> v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("House"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/wife/videos/anal_gb1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 10)>> <h3><<for _x to 0; _x lt $sarahPimpedTo.length; _x++>> <<if $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x == ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 2)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] and <<elseif $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x <= ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 3)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x], <<else>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] <</if>> <</for>> are having their way with your wife!</h3> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<set $analCreampie to random(1, 1)>> <<button "Stop Spying">> <<script>>; v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("House"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/wife/videos/vag_dp1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 10)>> <h3><<for _x to 0; _x lt $sarahPimpedTo.length; _x++>> <<if $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x == ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 2)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] and <<elseif $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x <= ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 3)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x], <<else>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] <</if>> <</for>> are having their way with your wife!</h3> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<set $analCreampie to random(1, 1)>> <<button "Stop Spying">> <<script>> v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("House"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/wife/videos/vag_dp2.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 10)>> <h3><<for _x to 0; _x lt $sarahPimpedTo.length; _x++>> <<if $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x == ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 2)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] and <<elseif $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x <= ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 3)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x], <<else>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] <</if>> <</for>> are having their way with your wife!</h3> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<set $analCreampie to random(1, 1)>> <<button "Stop Spying">> <<script>> v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("House"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/wife/videos/anal_gb2.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 10)>> <h3><<for _x to 0; _x lt $sarahPimpedTo.length; _x++>> <<if $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x == ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 2)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] and <<elseif $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x <= ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 3)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x], <<else>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] <</if>> <</for>> are having their way with your wife!</h3> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<set $analCreampie to random(1, 1)>> <<button "Stop Spying">> <<script>> v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("House"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/wife/videos/black_oral1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 10)>> <h3><<for _x to 0; _x lt $sarahPimpedTo.length; _x++>> <<if $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x == ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 2)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] and <<elseif $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x <= ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 3)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x], <<else>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] <</if>> <</for>> are having their way with your wife!</h3> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<set $analCreampie to random(1, 1)>> <<button "Stop Spying">> <<script>> v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("House"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/wife/videos/black_anal1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 10)>> <h3><<for _x to 0; _x lt $sarahPimpedTo.length; _x++>> <<if $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x == ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 2)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] and <<elseif $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x <= ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 3)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x], <<else>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] <</if>> <</for>> are having their way with your wife!</h3> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<set $analCreampie to random(1, 1)>> <<button "Stop Spying">> <<script>> v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("House"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/wife/videos/anal2.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 10)>> <h3><<for _x to 0; _x lt $sarahPimpedTo.length; _x++>> <<if $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x == ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 2)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] and <<elseif $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x <= ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 3)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x], <<else>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] <</if>> <</for>> are having their way with your wife!</h3> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<set $analCreampie to random(1, 1)>> <<button "Stop Spying">> <<script>> v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("House"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/wife/videos/gb1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 10)>> <h3><<for _x to 0; _x lt $sarahPimpedTo.length; _x++>> <<if $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x == ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 2)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] and <<elseif $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x <= ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 3)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x], <<else>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] <</if>> <</for>> are having their way with your wife!</h3> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<set $analCreampie to random(1, 1)>> <<button "Stop Spying">> <<script>> v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("House"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/wife/videos/oral1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 10)>> <h3><<for _x to 0; _x lt $sarahPimpedTo.length; _x++>> <<if $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x == ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 2)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] and <<elseif $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x <= ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 3)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x], <<else>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] <</if>> <</for>> are having their way with your wife!</h3> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<set $analCreampie to random(1, 1)>> <<button "Stop Spying">> <<script>> v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("House"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/wife/videos/oral2.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 10)>> <h3><<for _x to 0; _x lt $sarahPimpedTo.length; _x++>> <<if $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x == ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 2)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] and <<elseif $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x <= ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 3)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x], <<else>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] <</if>> <</for>> are having their way with your wife!</h3> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<set $analCreampie to random(1, 1)>> <<button "Stop Spying">> <<script>> v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("House"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/wife/videos/black_vaginal1.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 10)>> <h3><<for _x to 0; _x lt $sarahPimpedTo.length; _x++>> <<if $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x == ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 2)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] and <<elseif $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x <= ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 3)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x], <<else>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] <</if>> <</for>> are having their way with your wife!</h3> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<set $analCreampie to random(1, 1)>> <<button "Stop Spying">> <<script>> v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("House"); <</script>> <</button>>

<<set $pAROUSAL to Math.clamp($pAROUSAL + 100, 0, 100) >> <<set _video to setup.ImagePath + 'characters/wife/videos/black_vaginal2.mp4'>> <<run $datenow.setMinutes($datenow.getMinutes() + 10)>> <h3><<for _x to 0; _x lt $sarahPimpedTo.length; _x++>> <<if $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x == ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 2)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] and <<elseif $sarahPimpedTo.length > 1 && _x <= ($sarahPimpedTo.length - 3)>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x], <<else>> $sarahPimpedTo[_x] <</if>> <</for>> are having their way with your wife!</h3> <<run video(_video)>> <<timed 1s>> <<run playVideo()>> <<set _displayText = "This text appears after 1 seconds.">> <</timed>> <<set $analCreampie to random(1, 1)>> <<button "Stop Spying">> <<script>> v.timerExpired = false; deleteVideo(); goto("House"); <</script>> <</button>>