The old lady.

Authors note: I'm going to writing somewhat shorter chapters as due to the nature of the story and the power that the character has, it requires quite a bit of choice. Although the chapters will probably be shorter I'm planning to release a few at a time so hopefully the actual volume of writing shouldn't change.

Lizzie nods to the old lady, carrying her shopping through the street.

You're not surprised, you suspect that she picked the old lady to deter you from doing anything overtly sexual or degrading.

You're almost insulted she's underestimated you so...

You're sure you'll get over it though.

But where to start? Probably with the age. GILF's can be sexy but it would probably require a bit more effort and imagination than you can be bothered to put in.

"So! Let's do something about those grey hairs shall we?" You begin, clapping your hands together and rubbing them eagerly. "Would you rather she was early twenties or late thirties?"

"I couldn't really decide on whether I wanted youthful and sexy or mature and sexy." You said, nudging her playfully, "Then again! That's why you're here, to make the hard choices!"

Lizzie gives you a blistering look but dutifully makes her choice.