She gets worse

With a sudden jolt, she reached out, taking hold of one of the men's belt buckles. She tugged it open, freeing his hardened shaft from its confines.

It jutted out, a column of flesh throbbing with an intensity that fueled her own desire. Her hands moved to caress him, to feel the weight and girth of his manhood.

She was not unfamiliar with this sensation, and yet, it did not repulse her as she had imagined it might. The parasite had twisted her mind, but not her body. She knew how to pleasure them, and they were nothing if not eager to receive it.

She took him into her mouth, her tongue dancing over his tip, tracing the outline of his veins.

As she sucked and licked, the other men observed, the atmosphere growing thick with anticipation. Each of them eagerly awaited their turn, their lustful gazes following her every movement.

Kate's mind swirled with an intoxicating mixture of euphoria and shame, but the parasite's call drowned out all other thoughts. In that moment, only the scent of cigars and whiskey, the taste of sweat, and the feeling of hardened masculinity filled her senses.