[Free Use: Age 18+ (1B+1D), Full Nudity (2B), 2B]

You explain your ideal world to an inquisitive Charles, his golden eyes gleaming with a small laugh and a nod as you finish speaking.

"A world where every women 18 and older is yours to use as you see fit, and you're going to share them with every guy," he begins his recap. "Guess you're not as much of a selfish jerk as I made you out to be initially. You want everyone to be completely naked, though, huh? Man and woman alike? I guess since you specified an age rather than something like cup size men would be included in the free use. Never pegged you for a fence-sitter. But hey, it's not my world, you odd little pervert."

At this point, you're not even surprised that he took advantage of that to make fun of you.

"In any case, your potentially maybe-or-maybe-not gay things aside, that's an interesting combination, friend. Very interesting. Can't help but find it amusing that you want people to only mention as much as they might the weather. Well, you're the one building this world, so you can do as you like."

With another nod, Charles reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small flip phone that looks about a decade old. "Right then, lad. I'll give the doctor a call and you'll be on your way."

Punching numbers in, he puts the phone to his ear as the dial tone starts playing. Not long after, it stops and a muffled voice you can't hear very well from your end speaks up. "Yeah, listen, doc," Charles said. "Here's how things are gonna go down..."

Charles relays the information to the point, and after some silence, the muffled voice says something very briefly before hanging up on their end, causing the call to drop. Charles turns his eyes to you as he closes his phone and stands up from his seat. "That's that. Now, if you'll follow me."

Getting up from your own chair, you follow the foreign gentleman through the maze of crates, occasionally passing an emotionless guard with eyes hidden behind heavy sunglasses. Your heart racing, you're still not sure what exactly to expect. How is this going to end...?

"Here we are."

Looking around, you see that you and Charles are suddenly at the end of a very long white hallway, walls painted with streaks of black. In front of you stands a large black door with curved handles of silver, standing impressively tall.

How...and when? Why are you in this hall? You were in the warehouse just moments ago...right?

"Don't think too hard, lad," Charles says with a dismissive chuckle. "All I need you to do is imagine where you want to be when you open this door. It's that simple. Could be your shitty apartment, could be the halls of your college, could be a movie theater downtown...just think of where you want to be as you start to explore and exploit the world you've created."

Well...you've already come this far. You've listened to this insane gentleman prattle on about your casual fetishism and you've ended up in a white hallway beyond all logic...so there's no point in trying to figure this out now. You decide to throw caution to the wind and go all the way, seeing this ride through to the end.

In a world where all women at least 18 years old can be freely used without consequence and everyone is naked all the time...in a world where it's perfectly normal, in a world where it's been a long standing social norm...where do you want to be?