None of them.

“Damn it, it was just getting good. Fuck that was incredible. I can’t believe getting ass fucked could feel so amazing.” You look over all the selections, they are all sorts of wall dressing types, from bouncers to party goers, to even the wait staff of restaurants, the generic npc’s that populate the world. “These are all stupid. Abort.” You call out.

“Processing…. Error. Please select NPC to re enter or abort to cancel.”

“Abort.” You yell.

“Error.”

“Abort.”

“Error…. Return to selection?”

“Fuck, fine, yes.” You yell.

Just like that you find yourself back at the beginning as if this had never started. In front of you are three forms and the question. “Male, female, or other?”