[Female Narcolepsy (2C), Free Use: Sleeping Women (1B+1D+2C)]

Charles listened intently as you outlined what you had decided to go with. When you were finished, he furrowed his brow in thought, "Okay mate, I've got to say, that was not what I was expecting you to tell me. At all. It's simple at least, but the combination is rather interesting."

"First off, you want all women to have narcolepsy: that is, they have a high chance of randomly falling asleep throughout the day, sometimes even more than once. Doesn't matter where they are or what they're doing, when an attack hits, wham! Light's out, and they fall fast asleep on the spot. Simple enough. And you want women to be aware of this, and have it be an active part of their lives. Some women might swap tips about how to stay awake as long as possible, while others could embrace it and simply be prepared to fall asleep as gracefully as possible when the time comes. It's hard to say exactly how that will affect society at large though, but that's part of the fun of this! Of course, that would probably be influenced by the other part of your request..."

"You want it so that sleeping women are available to use anytime and anywhere. Assuming they're over 18, of course. And you're even going to share this privilege with everyone, men and women alike. How generous of you! Oh and with the way you set things up, multiple people can use the same sleeping woman at once, or even use multiple sleeping women at once if they're able to. You might even get some weird-ass orgy where half the participants aren't even awake to enjoy it!" He cackles as he says, "I can just imagine some poor girl waking up missing half her clothes and covered in cum. Got to admit, it's hilarious at fuck. And like with the narcolepsy, you want women to be actively aware of the fact that them falling asleep leaves them open to be used as a cumdump by everyone around them. I've got to say, that's insanely devious, to the point of being almost evil. I bet you're just dying to see how that plays out, but there is something I should point out..."

He gave you a slight frown, "While I admire your creativity in your combination of choices, I've got to say that having 'sleeping women' be a category for Free Use is pushing it. Really pushing it. What you're basically doing is limited when you can use women as your personal sex toy, not which ones, which was probably what the Doc was thinking of when he imposed that limitation. I'm not sure he's gonna be too happy that you're taking advantage of his generosity to try and exploit a loophole like that."

For a moment, you're worried that Charles might reject your idea outright, but then he laughs again and says, "But I for one find the idea to be hilarious enough to do you a solid and try to convince him to go through with it. Just don't expect any favors in the future if you have any regrets about how things turn out. Doc's a nice guy, but even he has his limits."

Charles reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small flip phone that looks about a decade old. 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, doc," Charles says with a laugh, putting his hand to his forehead with a huge grin. "You will not believe what he asked for..."

Charles relays the information to the point, and after some back and forth about the details, 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. "Good news! I managed to convince the Doc to give your idea a shot! Honestly, I think he might have found it too odd to resist; he's always been the curious sort. He's even going to go ahead and make sure that the women won't wake up from having sex with them, and have very basic physical reactions to it, which since you completely overlooked those details he technically didn't have to do. I told ya he was a nice guy! 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 women frequently fall asleep throughout the day, and where their bodies can be used as anyone pleases while they are out... where this has been going on so long it's a social norm... where do you want to start?