Forever

It seems like forever...three days. You have fucked and cleansed everyone in the building, even old Mrs. Harrington. She was surprisingly...moist. After a romp with you she was ordering dominatrix gear and more than willing to allow you to expand your playroom.

Looking at the news at becomes quickly apparent, that despite what zombie movies would have you believe, it is relatively easy to stop a virus transmitted only through saliva or sexual juices. Especially if the incubation period is short.

You look back at your minions. "Steve, Jonathon, see to it these shackles are filled with something for when I get back."

There is so much to do. You could head over to Pure Pussy, the city's classiest strip club. It will be filled horny men. The very thought makes you lick your lips. You could seek out another girl with potential. You could try and track down your other sister. Lastly, it's a little early but you could try to track down HIM.