Decide to tease the workers a little (Non-canon Bad End)

"Why don't you go on ahead first Brandon? I'll meet you there." Eris says.

Brandon looks a little confused but agrees and heads off, leaving Eris alone in the workshop with the slaughterhouse workers. Eris' heart is thumping wildly in her chest. The idea had come to her on a whim, after she'd seen the lustful gaze of the men raking over her. Something deep inside her enjoyed it, being looked at like a piece of meat. The hunger in the mens' eyes made her feel powerful, invincible, maybe even a little aroused.

Before she can get cold feet, Eris acts. "Hey boys, I feel a little bad leaving you hanging, so how about I give you all a little show before I leave?"

Mutters go up across the floor. "Seriously?" "This bitch wants to show off?" "She's just tricking us, no way she does anything like that."

The complaints are immediately silenced when Eris lifts up her dress, exposing her hairless pussy to the workers. "Like what you see? Look all you like, but no touching."

She seats herself on a workbench and spreads her legs. "Come on, take a closer look if you like."

The men can scarcely believe their eyes. Most of them were rough and tumble types, ones that women barely gave a second glance to. If any of them had experience, it would have been at a whorehouse back at the Capital. And yet this girl blew away even the highest-class hooker in terms of looks and she was letting them get at her body for free? Like a flock of vultures they encircled Eris, saliva dripping from chapped lips as they feasted their eyes upon the fresh babe willingly exposing herself in front of them.

"Show us your tits girl!" "Spread that pussy!" "So sexy!" Catcalls, whistles of admiration, demands and shouts came from the mass of men.

Eris' pussy was creaming itself. The cacophony of noise, the thick musk of sweaty men, the heat from their bodies, it was surrounding her, **** her. It was all going to her head, making her dizzy with arousal.

"Alright, alright!" With a flourish, she strips off her dress, the hem momentarily catching against her titanic honkers, causing them to bounce like mad as they snapped free.

Now completely naked, she stands up in a bowlegged pose and uses her hands to spread her pussylips. "Want to take a look inside?"

A heavyset man with thick beard pushes his way to the front and all but sticks his face in her crotch, breathing in her feminine scent.

"She's soaked!" He announces with glee to resounding cheers from the crowd. "Come on, give us a little dance girlie."

Eris is more than happy to oblige. She shakes her stuff on the tabletop, twerking her fat ass at the whooping crowd. Her moves are amateurish at best, but the men don't care. To them, its better than even the best poledancer the Capital had to offer. Unable to bear it anymore, one man pulls down his trousers and begins to whack his cock to the hypnotic swaying of Eris' ass. This starts a cascade effect as more and more men start to jerk off to the star of the show. When Eris turns around to face the crowd again, she's shocked to see the wall of cocks in front of her. Every worker in the place has their penis pointed at her.