[ is Normal: females 18-19 year old (1A+2B); Topless indoors: females 18-19 (2A)]

Sharing your most intimate thought with this strange looking man is not something you want to do but what if everything is true? "Well. I have a thing for teenagers." You start and then quickly add "I mean adult ones." Not that you would mind fun with an "almost there" jailbait, you don't want to sound like a pedophile

"Let me guess. Do you want a free use for all women aged either eighteen or nineteen?" Charles frowns and shakes his head disappointingly "I must say baboon pricks are way too predictable nowadays."

You try to ignore the weird joke and continue "No, I don't want willing sluts. It sounds boring. I want a right too... you know" You don't admit that you are a pervert everyday and words come hard from your mouth. "I want an ability to **** them without any consequences. Bystanders, girl's friends or relatives and even girls themselves ten seconds after the act should treat it like a bad weather they can't do anything about. No one should ever think about stopping or punishing me"

Charles rubs his shin "You are definitely a much more interesting pervert than I initially assumed. It can be done, but don't expect that you will be able to do anything you want. You should know that causing serious injuries or locking someone in the basement for months will remain crimes in the new world. Doc doesn't approve excessive **** or suffering. So, what is you second wish?"

"Hmmm" You can't believe your luck. He has nothing against your wishes. "I don't really need anything if my first wish is granted but I think I need a way to spot right girls. Don't want to get myself in a trouble by targeting a woman of wrong age. Can you make that all girls of the fitting walk topless all the time. No, I don't want them to get frostbites and sunburns. "

Charles smile upon hearing "You are rather nice for a ****. Doc can limit the effect to indoors. They will go topless as soon as they come inside. Does it work for you?"

"Absolutely! When can I go to this dreamworld?" Somehow you completely trust stranger that promises an impossible thing.

"Hey! Can't you wait a minute? I need to call Doc"

Punching numbers in, he puts the phone to his ear as the dial tone starts playing. Not long after, it stops and a muffled voice you can't hear very well from your end speaks up. "Yeah, listen, doc," Charles said. "Here's how things are gonna go down..." Charles relays the information to the point, and after some silence, the muffled voice says something very briefly before hanging up on their end, causing the call to drop. Charles turns his eyes to you as he closes his phone and stands up from his seat. "That's that. Now, if you'll follow me."

Getting up from your own chair, you follow the foreign gentleman through the maze of crates, occasionally passing an emotionless guard with eyes hidden behind heavy sunglasses. Your heart racing, you're still not sure what exactly to expect. How is this going to end...?

"Here we are."

Looking around, you see that you and Charles are suddenly at the end of a very long white hallway, walls painted with streaks of black. In front of you stands a large black door with curved handles of silver, standing impressively tall.

How...and when? Why are you in this hall? You were in the warehouse just moments ago...right?

"Don't think too hard, lad," Charles says with a dismissive chuckle. "All I need you to do is imagine where you want to be when you open this door. It's that simple. Could be your shitty apartment, could be the halls of your college, could be a movie theater downtown...just think of where you want to be as you start to explore and exploit the world you've created."

Well...you've already come this far. You've listened to this insane gentleman prattle on about your casual fetishism and you've ended up in a white hallway beyond all logic...so there's no point in trying to figure this out now.

In a world where topless young women are everywhere and you can take anyone of them by **** and no one will try to stop you... Where do you want to be?