"Best boyfriend ever."

It’s a very, very long evening.

By the time you’re done, every last one of the few hundred beautiful famous women in the gallery has been photographed naked, iced at tit and pussy, given her turn in the spanking machine and subjected to other indignities too numerous to mention. The sun’s gone down in New England, so Meg teleports them all to Sydney, Australia, where it’s the middle of the day, and makes them do a nude walk of shame around Circular Quay. You finish up with oil wrestling and a big lesbian fingerbanging orgy, all captured on film by eager Dr. Mungus, before sending them home with a slap on the bottom and a smile.

“That was great,” says Meg, snuggling up to you as the two of you walk home hand in hand across the dark and empty campus. “You’re the best boyfriend ever.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Demon! I totally meant to say demon!”

“Hahaha! You said I was your boyfriend!”

“No! Shut up!” Meg squeaks and buries her head in your chest. You enjoy the warm comfortable silence for a few seconds more before she says “Oh, no!”

“What?”

“We forgot about Sabrina!”

“She’ll keep.”

“Yeah, but I was going to play more pranks on her. I didn’t mean to just leave her at home being spanked all day.”

“Easily fixed. I can travel through time, remember?”