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{if Encountered Bushy = true}You make your way down a narrow corridor and through a door. Once again you find yourself inside Bushy's laboratory. Fortunately, he's distracted, probably working on his new snowglobe. As before, he's getting his cock sucked by a guy tied up underneath his workbench. Whoever they are, he seems to be enjoying it a lot, judging by the shiny string of pre-cum dripping from their rock-hard dick.

{else}You make your way down a narrow corridor and through a door marked 'Toy Development Lab'. You immediately notice you're not alone, and duck behind a metal workbench before anyone spots you.

Before you, you see one of the elves. He looks fairly senior, judging by the green lab coat and gold safety goggles. He has his back turned towards you, apparently working on something that you can't quite see. Every now and then he runs his fingers through his dark hair, lost in thought.

There's a knock on the door to the elf's right. "Yes, what is it?" the elf says.

The door opens; it's Shinny, with his unmistakable white hair and green eyes. "Bushy, I was just passing by. How's the new snowglobe design coming along?"

"Fine, fine," says Bushy. "Just need a bit more testing before we can roll them out."

"Excellent. Well, I'll let you carry on then." The door closes.

Bushy turns back to his workbench, then bends down to look underneath it. That's when you notice that there's another dude like you under Bushy's desk. He's naked and kneeling in the cramped space, his totally erect dick sticking out from his crotch. Bushy grabs the back of his head. "Did I tell you to stop, bitch?" The guy shakes his head. "Didn't think so. Now get your lips back around my cock." You hear the guy moan as Bushy uses his mouth to get off. {endif}

You decide it's best to leave the area before either of them notice you. {if Corruption >70}However, you can't help wishing that it was you under Bushy's desk, taking his load of elf cum down your throat... {elseif Corruption >30}Part of you wonders what it would feel like to suck Bushy's cock under that desk. You swiftly push the thought away, but you can't help feeling a little aroused by the idea. {else}You feel sorry for the poor guy servicing Bushy in his lab, although you couldn't help noticing that the guy seemed to be enjoying himself... {endif}