[Female Sexsomnia (1C+1A), Sleeping Infertility, 2B]

You explain your ideal world as best you can to a focused, attentive Charles. After you finish speaking, he stares at you in silence for a moment.

"Let me get this straight," he slowly starts. "Your ideal world...is a world in which women randomly engage in acts of sex with one another and yourself...in their sleep?"

You give him an affirmative nod, to which he nods very slowly before continuing. "And you don't want the girls to wake up in the middle of the act...? They'll just...sleep right through the entirety of it?"

Another nod from you, another slow nod from Charles. "And your second item would be that their reproductive systems are infertile in their sleep?"

You exchange another set of nods with Charles as he continues to reconstruct your statement. "So that's a case of sexsomnia in females with other girls and yourself—that being a combination of 1C and 1A—along with sleeping infertility. On top of that, your behavioral modifier is the in-the-middle 2B, leading to women definitely acknowledging what they do and perhaps even talking about it from time to time, but for the most part, it's just any other part of their daily routine. I've got that all correct, yeah? No screw-ups?"

It definitely sounds right to you, that's for sure. You confirm it for Charles. In response, he blinks once, remaining silent for a second...before he starts to lightly chuckle for himself.

Did he find it...weird?

His chuckle quickly evolves into a gradual giggle, and not long after that, he's laughing like a hyena. You're not quite sure to react aside from labeling him as a judgmental person, but in all honesty, after all of the comments he made and jabs he threw your way earlier

"Good God, lad," the foreign gentleman finally speaks up after his laughter finally comes to an end. He wipes a tear from his eye as he takes a breath of recovery. "Of all the things I was expecting you to say...can't say that was anywhere near the top."

You're not quite sure if that's a positive or negative response...

"Well, my friend, you definitely get plenty of points for originality there," he says in an almost congratulatory tone with a small nod. "Definitely...outside the box. Unique. The dozens upon dozens of fetishes you likely have, and that's the one you go for, huh? I like it."

...Oh.

You can't help but smile a bit as you discover that you've garnered the approval of the man who wasted no time to quip at your hairstyle every moment he got. Charles catches onto your smile and returns it with a smile of his own as he speaks up. "What, you thought I was laughing at you because I thought you were a freak for picking that? No, you bloke. I've thought you were a freak from the beginning."

Your smile fades into a grimace as your recently solved case of Charles' character and intentions becomes reopened once again with that comment.

"Anyway, you really shouldn't give a damn what I think of you, John," Charles remarks with a dismissive wave of his hand. "This is about you, not me. If that's what you want, that's what we're going to give you. Luckily for you, sexsomnia is pretty damn specific in and of itself, so you've no need to set it to something like an age group or race. Naturally, that means just about any woman you come across who happens to be sleeping will happily stroke you off while they dream about jewelry and makeup and whatever other nonsense women dream about. Well, not the girlies under 18. Let's obey at least that law, yeah? Not like we have much of a choice regarding that, anyway."

With a nod, Charles reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small flip phone that looks about a decade old. "Right then, lad. I'll give the doctor a call and you'll be on your way."

Punching numbers in, he puts the phone to his ear as the dial tone starts playing. Not long after, it stops and a muffled voice you can't hear very well from your end speaks up. "Yeah, doc," Charles says with a laugh, putting his hand to his forehead with a huge grin. "You will not believe what he asked for..."

Charles relays the information to the point, and after some silence, the muffled voice says something very briefly before hanging up on their end, causing the call to drop. Charles turns his eyes to you as he closes his phone and stands up from his seat. "That's that. Now, if you'll follow me."

Getting up from your own chair, you follow the foreign gentleman through the maze of crates, occasionally passing an emotionless guard with eyes hidden behind heavy sunglasses. Your heart racing, you're still not sure what exactly to expect. How is this going to end...?

"Here we are."

Looking around, you see that you and Charles are suddenly at the end of a very long white hallway, walls painted with streaks of black. In front of you stands a large black door with curved handles of silver, standing impressively tall.
How...and when? Why are you in this hall? You were in the warehouse just moments ago...right?

"Don't think too hard, lad," Charles says with a dismissive chuckle. "All I need you to do is imagine where you want to be when you open this door. It's that simple. Could be your shitty apartment, could be the halls of your college, could be a movie theater downtown...just think of where you want to be as you start to explore and exploit the world you've created."

Well...you've already come this far. You've listened to this insane gentleman prattle on about your casual fetishism and you've ended up in a white hallway beyond all logic...so there's no point in trying to figure this out now. You decide to throw caution to the wind and go all the way, seeing this ride through to the end.

In a world where women have sex with each other and with you in their sleep, continuing to slumber through the act...in a world where it's perfectly normal, in a world where it's been a long standing social norm...where do you want to be?