Sleep, and dream

Deciding that answers can come at a reasonable hour, you stumble into your apartment and collapse into bed. Warmth envelops you, and you drift off to sleep.

You're standing in the hallway again. There's music, but... it's different than before. Ethereal. Fleeting, yet ever-present. You walk down the hallway, which stretches in front of you for miles, and you realize that you're not really taking steps but floating. You look down at your feet to find them firmly planted on the floor, and when you look back up you're in front of Karina's door.

You knock, and the sound echoes through the space. Karina opens the door, looking exactly as she had earlier, this time with a genuine, even inviting smile. A voice is heard, and you realize that it's yours.

Would you rather invite me in or follow me home?

Karina makes a big show of thinking about it, holding her chin and tapping her lips. "I'd rather invite you in."

You've seen her place before, at her housewarming party when she first moved in, and it looked nothing like the massive marble chamber she ushers you into. Long sheets of white silk hang from the ceiling a hundred feet overhead, and when you look at Karina, she's wearing a dress of the same material.

Would you rather strip and debase yourself or fall passionately in love with me?

She walks forward, high heels clacking on the stone, hips swaying in time with the hanging silks. "I'd rather fall passionately in love with you."

She places a hand on your chest and pushes you backwards onto a bed you hadn't noticed before. Then, she's astride you, dress hanging low as she leans forward, lips coming down to meet-

You're standing at Karina's door. You knock, and the sound echoes through the space. Karina answers, and you hear your voice ring out.

Would you rather suck my cock or take me in your ass?

She makes a big show of thinking about it. "I'd rather suck your cock."

Inside her apartment, a circular room covered in mirrors and velvet, she kneels down and unbuckles your pants. You spring free, and she smiles as she takes you in her hands. Her mouth moves to-

You're standing at Karina's door. You knock, and she answers.

Would you rather be a ditzy idiot or a nymphomaniac?

She makes a big show of thinking about it. "I'd rather be a nymphomaniac."

Almost immediately, she moans and crosses her legs, rubbing her thighs together and biting her lip. She looks up at you with intensity, then grabs you by the shirt and pulls you inside. You're nearly thrown onto a large sofa covered in pillows, sitting in a garden of flowers and fruit trees. Karina pounces on you, framed by an impossibly blue sky above, and rips off her jacket and shirt. Her pale breasts bounce free and jiggle as she yanks down your pants, then maneuvers your cock into-

You knock, and Karina answers.

Would you rather have massive tits or the perfect ass?

She thinks about it. "I'd rather have massive tits."

Her breasts explode outwards, ripping her jacket to shreds, and she moans as-

Would you rather be a blonde bimbo or a redheaded slut?

Her hair flashes in the light and turns gold as her body swells and her intelligence drains, and she-

Would you rather be unable to say no or want me to-

Would you rather orgasm on com-

Would you rather-

Would you rather-

Would you rather?

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You wake in a cold sweat, sheets tangled and tossed aside, your dick harder than it's ever been. The clock on your bedside table reads 10:28. You breathe, fighting to not hyperventilate, waiting for your heart rate to die down. Your hands and jaw are shaking.

What the hell was that?