The Queen of Pleasure

The eastern avenue leads to a garden of marble and grape vines, where dozens of particularly beautiful women are lounging about in particularly delicate togas. There's a lot of wine, dining, and song going around, but the women all looked more than a little listless and bored before you showed up. One by one you grab the women and take them for a little spin on the dance floor, plucking them of their togas in the process.

"Is he always like this?" says Ibi.

"No," says Daisy. "It's only when he's surrounded by black women that his romantic side comes out."

A tipsy girl with a big butt laughs delightedly as you whirl her about, then dip her low to plant a kiss on her. The hungry way she cozies up to this kiss makes it clear that she hasn't been touched by a man in a while. You hoist her up with a handful of both buttocks, letting her bare, chocolatey body writhe up against you with all four limbs. After a minute of making out, you reach out to grab a tall hourglass of a woman by the butt. She looks at the naked girl in your arms, knowing that she'll definitely end up the same way if she joins you, but it's looking like it's a price she's willing to pay.

"We should give him a minute," says Daisy. "Tell me about the Queen of Pleasure."

"Hm?" says Ibi. "Oh. Yes. She has a strong appreciation for womanly beauty. It's said she's surrounded by a collection of exotic girlfriends from across the land. Not sure what you'll have to deal with there."