Matching tits.

"Well, you probably figured out that I'm a boob guy by now," you say.

"Obviously."

"Right- well, I want someone with tits as big as yours. How does that sound?"

"I don't know if anyone has quite my size," Scarlett says, showing her vanity, "But I'll find the closest pair I can. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Can I have my underwear back before I go down there?"

"Do you really want them," you ask with a sly smile.

"...nah. I just felt like I should ask."

She adjusts her dress to cover up her breasts and ass once again, shaking a little bit more than she had to in order to achieve it. Your thoughts seem to be influencing her in subtle ways, it seems. Your horniness rubs off on her.

"Right- so I'll be back in a few with a hot, big-breasted Celebrity for you. Wait up."

"You know I will."

You watch her ass as she leaves to go retrieve another woman for you. You wonder...