Visit Yvonne's Ice Cream Parlor

With all of the skimpy teenagers in their revealing outfits, the busty MILFs strutting down Main Street, as well as the various hunks that made William feel a bit lacking, William decided he needed to get off the main hub around the entrance. Spotting a small shop labeled Yoggaa's Ice Cream Stand, William quickly moved out of the way of the crowd and inside.

The inside was, put simply, gorgeous. It was like looking into a garden made of carefully crafted ice-statues. Despite the clearly cold nature of the various flowers and fruits, there was something magical that made all of them feel more real than some of the things William had actually seen prior to coming here.

All of these floral artworks acted as a natural aisle leading to a classic wooden counter, painted blue, with a glass case beneath offering an assortment of flavors. Behind this counter was an attractive woman, her skin a pale-white, with long, straight, black hair, wearing an apron over skin-tight clothing. As she was currently turned away from William, he couldn't help but notice how the clothing was showing off her sweet curves, particularly those of her tight ass, the curve of which seemed only enhanced by the glass case between them. William was temporarily speechless while he stared, until she eventually turned around, revealing not only her gorgeous and angular face with its high cheekbones, but also her name-tag, which simply read "Yvonne."

"Good morning, sweet child," the woman said with what William would have guessed as an Eastern European or perhaps Russian accent. "Welcome to Yoggaa's Ice Cream Stand. We have many flavors. Have smoothies and shakes, cones and cup. Offer one free drink or scoop per guest. What can I get you?"