Annette's House

You have been here before, but never anywhere but the living room. You have also… due to your sneaking and spying, seen Annette’s awesome TV room downstairs, which is where she was fooling around with Zarya.

There’s an upstairs. That’s where her bed is, and where you can only assume that she got absolutely destroyed by Zarya’s muscled body and monster cock that night after you left, which you swear that you are not jealous of at all, not even a little bit.

Hips swaying, she takes you to her home office, which is a little room with a desk piled up with papers and candy wrappers. She has a respectable two-monitor setup in place, and what appears to be a decent computer. The shelves in the room are full of serious books.

It’s a little weird for a lady that runs an athletics camp turned into a sexy reality TV show, but Annette has always been weird. She has a little stool next to her desk chair, which she pats for you. You sit down, and she pours you a big glass of wine. She’s drinking it too.

“Check this out,” she says, giving you a knowing look. She opens a program on her computer, and there’s a folder full of thumbnail images. “This program does something amazing. Who should we do? It can be almost anyone. We’ve got like… everybody scanned in at this point.”

“Is that me?” you ask, pointing. Your face is one of the thumbnails!

“I said everybody. But not you or me. What about this girl? Nobody knows her.” Annette double clicks on the face of a pretty, smiling redhead.

It pulls up a full-body image of her. She’s kind of curvy and busty, dressed in the outfit of the workers who maintain the FUTA grounds. This is probably one of Rita’s employees.