Tiffany, From Front Desk

Glancing at Eric as the concierge turned minotaur rushed off after the last of the people to flee through the lobby Tiffany smiled to herself.

Biting her lip she thought about getting a piece of his ass later.

Weaving amongst her statues she admired their smooth features, some of their limbs having moved in terror as they slowly petrified, most simply contorting their faces caught mid run.

Passing her hands over the stone she felt the present of each individual soul, the resistance of their will, their most powerful thoughts, the malleable corruption that some had absorbed.

Kissing the cheek of one woman she couldn’t help but grin. Strong religious fortitude, powerful prayer in her thoughts. Tiffany grinned in delight as she ran her hands across the marble form of her. “Hmm... I sense... 80 years of age?” Scoffing then giggling at the statue she ran her hands down its form, the creases, folds, and lines of the conservative blouse and skirt falling to dust exposing the naked form of a woman who barely looked 40.

“You enjoyed dinner, our Lord gave you youth. You relished their wine and recieved beauty. Then you tried to run with it. Now you resist.” Tiffany scolded admiring the now naked statue before her. “No bother, you can stay like this. Until you change your mind.” Tiffany felt a perverse pleasure as she began to move on to another statue, pausing as she sensed the heightened distress of the entombed woman. “Or crumble into nothing.” Tiffany added, feeling a delightful chill as a new surge of terror passed through the statue.

“Mmm... Now here’s a more willing participant.” Tiffany moaned pressing herself against the front of a man who was pulling someone else. “Ooh... Such strong thoughts and perversions.” Tiffany gasped as she dragged her double D breasts down along his side, kissing and licking as cracks seemed to form in her passing. As the chiselled lines of his clothes crumbled off with the passing touch of Tiffany’s body the snake haired woman felt her hair lift and gaze to the woman he was guiding.

“Don’t worry Mrs. Your turn will be coming. I won’t be the first woman for him to cheat with. There are many meant for you both to cheat with .” Tiffany taunted, cupping the marble testicles and running her hand across them as if she were molding clay, her receptively corrupt subject’s body changing with the touch.

Stroking his cock into an erection Tiffany shook her head in disapproval. “You can’t be using that if you’re going to join us.” Tiffany scolded, stroking and massaging the statues cock, larger in girth, and longer.

Tiffany moaned as she felt euphoria and pleasure roll over her with her actions, not only was she luring the man’s will into surrendering to her seduction. She was amplifying the corruption he had been imbued with through tainted food and drink.

Looking to his wife Tiffany couldn’t help but smile, she could feel the torrent of emotions spinning within the marble shell, the stone veneers colour shifting slightly. Smiling at the statue she kissed the man’s cheek. Staring at his wife she became more sexual and exaggerated with her hands and lips stroking across the surface of the man.

Glaring at his wife she dropped down before him, crouching to her knees she swallowed his cock with ease, moaning onto it while deepthroating as her tongue felt the smooth surface cracking, and growing slightly uneven.

Reaching a hand up between his legs Tiffany groped his ass, her other hands reaching across his hip to feel his back.

Settling to work on the man Tiffany smiled, eager to provoke her statues into joining the Idol’s living legions.