Come back tomorrow.

Picking a still twitching and shuddering Anna up, you carry her into her living room and lay her down onto her couch. Stroking her hair softly, you gaze into her eyes. "See you soon, my dear Toy," you smirk, licking your lips, before leaving the same way you came in. When Anna regains her agency and goes into her kitchen, she sees that it has been cleared up, her cake has been brought out to cool on a rack and everything she'd need to make frosting has been prepared for her, along with a note that reads "Save me a slice."

You return to her house the next afternoon, gaining entry easily with the remote and keys that Selas managed to duplicate for you. After giving her house a quick look around, you can't find Anna anywhere on the ground floor, so you assume that she's on the upper level. Stepping quietly, you stalk through the rooms and hear the sounds of music and speech playing. Following it, you see that she's currently in what is clearly a workout area, jogging on a treadmill, while watching some daytime television. Her hair has been tied up in a ponytail and sweat is glistening off her smooth legs under her shorts. Selas motions with her head for you to do something, but you just hold your hand up, and watch. Anna stops her cardio when it cuts to commercial, and leans against the machine to catch her breath. "I prefer Hankel to Brendan," you muse, almost absently.

She turns at your voice, to see you leaning against her wall, watching her television. "How long have you been there?" she pants.

"Not very," you shrug before grinning cockily, "Long enough to enjoy the view." Anna huffs loudly and turns the TV off, before flinging her towel over her shoulder and storming away. Following after her, you make your way into the kitchen again, with her getting something out of the fridge.

"Here," she snaps, chucking a plate onto her table. On it, you see the thinnest slice of cake you've ever seen in your life, and standing upright next to it, is a silicone cock. Scribbled underneath them in red icing are the words "Happy Go-Fuck-Yourself Day!" Looking up, you see a smug, triumphant look on Anna's face.

"We knew she was feisty, but that really takes the cake," Selas smiles, laughing at her own joke. Pointing at the dildo, she asks you, quite sincerely. "If you aren't planning on using that, can I have it? I think I can tweak it into a baby rattle or something."

Closing your eyes, you let out a great sigh. Streaking your finger through the icing, you hold it up to Anna and give her a little half-smile. That look on her face slowly drains away and, hanging her head, she comes towards you. Wincing and grimacing all the while, she opens her mouth and takes your finger into it. All it takes is contact between your finger and her tongue for those grunts of disgust to turn into reluctant moans of pleasure.

Your half-smile and gaze are steady as you move your wrist and wriggle your finger around, making her chase after it. Her eyes burn with hatred, and yet, she grabs onto your arm to stop it moving and continues to suck and lick your finger. Very slowly, you extend another finger. She takes it in as well, and a visible shiver travels down her back. As you move your fingers inside her mouth, you very casually mention, "Is this giving you any ideas, Toy?"