Breakfast potion

You make your way to the kitchen, your naked body feeling exposed and ****. As you enter, you see Travis at the stove, stirring a pot of something that smells delicious. He's wearing an apron, but underneath you can see glimpses of a frilly French maid costume, complete with garters and fishnet stockings.

Despite yourself, you can't help but stare. Travis notices your gaze and smirks. 'Like what you see?' he asks, doing a little twirl. 'I found this in one of the closets. Thought I'd make myself useful and whip us up some breakfast.'

You nod mutely, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment and arousal. Travis ladles the stew into bowls and sets them on the table. As you sit down, he leans over you, his cleavage practically in your face. 'Eat up,' he purrs. 'You'll need your strength for what comes next.'

As you take a bite, you feel a sudden rush of heat through your body. Travis grins wickedly and pulls out a small vial from his cleavage. 'I added a little something extra to the stew. A special potion I found in the lab. It's going to make us both insatiable.'

Your vision begins to blur and you feel a throbbing ache between your legs. Travis presses up against you, his body soft and yielding. 'That's it,' he whispers. 'Give in to it. Let it take you.'

His hands roam your body, caressing and teasing. You moan, arching into his touch. As the potion takes full effect, you lose yourself in a haze of lust and sensation, all thoughts of the mansion's curses and the competition fading away.