Rome

You scan the wall of doors, narrowing in on a doorway lined with marble pillars on either side of it. In lieu of a door, the doorway is covered by a purple curtain. Without further ado, you split the curtain and walk through.

Your eyes widen as an ancient, bustling metropolis sprawls out in front of you. Huge white marble structures dot the landscape, towering over you imposingly. You turn around the speak with Kristi, but the doorway has already disappeared. Trapped and alone in a foreign kingdom, you take a look around to get your bearings.

You seem to be in the middle of some kind of market or town square. Olive skinned merchants bustle around you in a rush, peddling their wares to anyone who looks at them. You stroll over to the friendliest looking trader, a curly haired Mediterranean woman, and strike up a conversation.

“Hi, um, lovely cloths you have. I have a dumb question for you. Is this still blowjob universe?” You mutter like an idiot.

She studies you for a moment, narrowing her eyes without saying anything. Oblivious and a bit nervous, you glance downward to make sure there’s nothing on your shirt. To your shock, your clothes have been replaced by a flowing red tunic.

“Yes, this is blowjob universe…” she lisps in an Italian accent. “But this is also Rome.”

Your eyes light up with excitement. You had always had a bit of an obsession with Ancient Rome, spending more than a few nights watching YouTube videos instead of doing your homework. “C-Can I still facefuck everyone?” You stammer.

The merchant laughs, almost doubling over at your question. “This is Blowjob Universe yes? Anybody. You can even go Greek if it pleases you.”

Shuddering at the thought, you turn to the woman with a stern look in your eye.

“Then I’d like to facefuck you, please.”