She has a request

"That was wonderful..." Ishari sighs, "I’ve never felt so full". She stands up, her frame barely reaching the height of your chest.

"I still have to search for food" she says, "but it seems your jizz is far more nourishing than any of the berries and roots that grow in these wastelands outside the wall. You know, if you come with me, Mother and my sisters would have their fill forever..." She looks up at you suggestively. "Will you... come with me?" she pleads sweetly.

The prospect of having what sounds like an entire clan of sexy little imps slobbering on your shaft for the rest of your life sounds pretty sweet, on the other hand, the ticket did explicitly say "Heaven" and Ishari, with her little horns, her goat-like golden eyes and barbed tail looks more like she comes from the... other place. Furthermore, Ishari doesn’t have much in the way of tits and you really want to get your grubby hands on some juggage...

It’s a tough decision, and any decision more complex than Cool Original VS. Tangy Cheese makes your stupid head buzz with anxiety and frustration. You run through the possibilities in your head, but since your imaginative faculties have been almost entirely eradicated by years of mindless TV, this isn’t much help...