"What do you want?"

"I want you to relax. Take my coat off but don't throw it on the floor."
You comply.
She tells you to sit down.
"The ladies will be ready for you shortly. Will you be ready for them?"
You ask, "For what?"
"The ladies. They want you." ... "Well, parts of you."
Getting a little freaked out, you look at the window, calculating whether you should make a run for it.
She goes up to the window and unzips her shirt, her massive breasts begin to spill out. "You can run if you wish. But that would be a mistake. Ahh, this cold air feels good."
She turns to you. "Aren't you getting hot? You're starting to sweat."
She stands over you and leans down to align her eyes with yours, giving you a view and a delicious scent to breathe. "Don't be nervous, that will make it worse."
She chuckles and leans in to whisper in your ear.
"I know you're a little slut."
She puts her hands on you and starts to rub. Your shoulders, your arms. She feels your chest through your shirt and runs her hand down your side. She feels your legs through your pants. Your thighs.
You notice the woman is wearing a necklace. It reads, "Madame"