Food is important!

She greets you with the perky smile you've since gotten accustomed to, the bright white of her teeth flashing in the candlelight. The rest of the common room is shrouded in darkness, with only flickering shadows being cast across table and armchair.

Kim is currently sitting in one of those, a monstrous red affair that bulges at the seams. She pats the cushion next to her. "There's room for two here," she says, smiling at you.

You're a bit ****, worried that this might put Parisa off after how close you seem to be getting to her, but the wafting scent of sausage pie soon overcomes your resistance.

You settle down next to her. "Thanks Kim," you say.

"Welcome," she says. "Least I could do for someone who did so much for the Pegasus."

She flashes that beaming smile at you again, and you remember that she's one of the House Leaders.

Still, her untruth sends a bolt of pain through you. You're so tired, ready to drift off to sleep after the tiring day you've been through. The flickering candlelight doesn't help at all with this, lulling you into dreamland. Really the only thing keeping you awake is your grumbling belly.

And the sensation of Kim's bare thighs against yours, rubbing slightly against yours. They are tanned and completely hairless, slender but with the faintest hint of muscle, undeniably sexy. Every touch of her against your skin sends a tiny electric jolt into you.

She starts to feed you dinner, inexplicably. "Shh," she says. "Let me make you happy tonight okay?"

You're too stunned to protest, opening your mouth and gladly accepting your meal. These past few days have been a never ending train of surprises, and you're content to go with the flow for once.

So you don't react as she puts spoonful after spoonful of food into your mouth. You don't react as she slowly moves herself inch by inch until she's sitting in your lap. You don't even react when she wraps a hand around your crotch.

Her touch is electric. Her body feels right in your embrace, warm and comfortable on your lap. Your cock rises, tenting up to nudge against her bubble butt.

"Mmm," she says, rubbing your dick through your pants. "Let me make you happy."

Kim is beautiful in the candlelight, light and darkness swimming across her face in alternate waves. Her jet black hair glistens, silky against your chest, cascading elegantly down her tanned skin and porcelain features. Her face matches her petite proportions, with thin lips and a demure nose, eyebrows that show the faintest sign of being styled. And of course, that smile, beaming directly at you.

A part of you wants to give in and let her seduce you. But another part is screaming to return to Parisa.