I want Beatrice's body. (Pink Trigger)

"I want your body, Beatrice. Surrender yourself to my Pink Trigger."

"What is this? Am I on some American prank show?"

I said it again. My voice was confident, proud even. She ought to be able to respect my clear statement of my wishes.

Briefly, she looked taken back, now realizing I was serious. She closed her eyes for a moment, then gave a cocky smirk. "If you think you can intrude upon my island and **** yourself into my game so easily, you're sorely mistaken, Player!"

I told her with resolution once more: I don't want to play her game. I have no interest in its outcome. I only want to enjoy her erotic body and her charming personality to my heart's content.

"Wha-?!" she gasped, seeming affected and, for a moment, like a bashful girl. What girl could keep a straight face after being told something so scandalous, after all? I could feel my Pink Trigger working. I'd repeat it as many times as need be. I want your body, Beatrice. I want to see your breasts. I want to touch your ass. I want to put my fingers into your pussy. I want to fill you, completely, with the love I've cultivated. I felt my Pink Trigger working harder and harder; magic flowed through me. Ha! This isn't fantasy, Beatrice. And Battler, you wasted so much time in here talking about mysteries. This isn't either of those things. It's erogeeeeeee!

Submit, Beatrice! I won't worship you any more; let's see you worship me! Worship me with your body, Beatrice! Give yourself to me! Give your body over to me! My power as a sorcerer compels you! I won't take no for an answer! Give it to me! The power of my magic, my eroge, is too great for you to resist! You're just a character in my story! I decide what happens next and I think it's going to be a particularly sloppy blowjoooob, Beatrice! Get on your knees and-!"

Ah... Wait... I felt my Pink Trigger weakening. No... it was actually... being drained?!

"I believe I understand what brought you here now, Player! You're so horny that sleaziness manifested and became magic, didn't it?" Beatrice guessed, perhaps correctly, while effortlessly standing and tapping her pipe up and down upon one crossed arm. "Kehahaha! Oooh, a game like yours would be very different from the one I intended to host! I wonder if Lady Bernkastel and Lady Lambdadelta would enjoy watching it? No, I think they wouldn't. Those ladies are theater-goers who prefer the classics! If you want to act like an animal, why don't I turn you into an <American Hamburger> for us to snack on while we play the real game?"

At this point, I admited to myself that I'd been a bit hasty. One doesn't simply fuck the great Golden Witch herself without doing a bit of legwork first, right? It's just the way the game was played. I wanted to tell her that myself, but hamburger can't talk, you see.