Godlike powers, of course.

OK, STEPH. ENJOY GOD MODE.

Steph grinned and leapt 40 feet into the air to survey the area. around her. She saw acres and acres of-

BORING! PEOPLE DON'T COME HERE FOR DESCRIPTIONS OF TERRAIN. DO SOMETHING INTERESTING.

Steph landed in a crowded hotel lobby. She accosted a dour-looking man in a business suit and addressed him. "I am giving you the gift of love. Share it-"

TOO WORDY.

"-like rabbits. Now get out there and spread some love."

The lobby erupted in a maelstrom of sexual activity. Stephanie eagerly stepped forward, ready to dive in, then stopped.

"Wait, how did I land inside of a lobby? Wouldn't I have landed outside and walked in?" She stepped aside to dodge a jet of semen flying out of the orgy. "And what kind of orgy is this? How many people are even in the room? Are they just fucking on the marble floor? That sounds-"

HOW ARE YOU CRITICIZING THIS? YOU'RE PART OF IT!

"Don't ask me," Steph said with an eyeroll. "You're writing it. I'm literally saying the words that you're putting in my mouth. You wanna just get to a sex scene?"

NOT YET.

"People are gonna get bored! At least give them something to work with. I'm just an omnipotent chick watching an indeterminate number of people fuck in a nondescript hotel lobby. You're better than that. Flesh me out, give me some context! I don't even know what I look like!"

I MADE A WHOLE THREAD ASKING IF THE READERS WANTED DETAILED CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS. THEY MOSTLY SAID NO.

"Well, I'm saying yes. I can't function without a fucking body! Tell me what I look like!"

Stephanie was gratified to find that she was a slim 30-something woman of average height, with auburn hair and an air of youthful enthusiasm about her. She was wearing a casual red tank top that highlighted her generous C-cup breasts and a pair of casual khaki shorts that clung to her well-toned ass. She looked over her body with appreciation.

"Nice! Way better than some generic guy named John, although I couldn't help but notice you spent half your description on my tits and ass. This is smut, isn't it?"

THE HOTEL ORGY DIDN'T GIVE IT AWAY?

"Hey, you want me to be more perceptive, make me more perceptive," she said perceptively. "Thanks. And I'm starting to develop a personality through dialogue, right? Aggressive in a playful way and happy to challenge God himself - I could do worse, I suppose. And the C-cups are nice."

I HAVE A BAD HABIT OF MAKING FEMALE CHARACTERS COMMENT ON THEIR OWN BODY.

"I'm just glad I have one," she said. "Speaking of which, the undescribed people in this undescribed lobby must be getting cold and tired. And who's manning the concierge station? Come on, drop me somewhere real that I can use these powers. Devil's in the details, right?"

Suddenly Stephanie was squinting in the sunlight, surrounded by a bustling crowd and looking into the murky waters of a small waterway. She smelled fresh corn tortillas and heard the distant sound of distant pan-flute, the melody hardly discernable under the noise of street merchants hawking their wares under a bridge. A set of stone steps led up to a busy street - Crockett Street, according to a nearby sign.

"The San Antonio riverwalk? Why here?" she asked. She hadn't even known what that was a second ago, but of course her nameless master had granted her knowledge of her new surroundings.

I DON'T KNOW. I LIKE SAN ANTONIO.

Stephanie made a face. "You like Prague too. I'd rather be sipping a budvar on the banks of the Vltava."

NOTED. JUST BE GLAD I DIDN'T DROP YOU IN UPSTATE NEW YORK.

"Ithaca, sexiest town in the world. Now that I've got a body and I'm somewhere interesting, can I finally use my power for some real pervert shit?"