[Continue] You've pushed her with all you can spare, given only tonight.

(Author's Temporary Note: I realize these conclusions are really slow-coming, and I wish I chose a different point to get lost in hobbies and/or other CHYOA writings. X( But I will complete them!

Each conclusion will affect different hidden or visible variables, though they'll all have contextual clues. I'll leave each lower option open to those with higher arousal scores, in case you'd prefer that one despite whatever level you obtained. Sorry in advance for writing them in some sporadic order.)

{if Chantel_arousal > 0}(Chantel's Arousal: {Chantel_arousal}){endif}

You've thrown all you've had into this self-assigned task, this "punishment" of sorts. {if Chantel_arousal < 5}Chantel remains lightly bound. While she has obviously felt some of the pressure of your slaves, no amount of her moaning or wetness trailing down her thighs can match the competent anger in her eyes.{elseif Chantel_arousal < 8}It's all clearly having an effect: Chantel no longer glares at you, but instead tries to throw pitiful glances your way, knowing that you're the only way this bombardment to her senses will end.{else@}But now, it hardly even seems a punishment: she leers at you with her tongue lolling out of her mouth, ever-painted in one bodily fluid or another in the brief glimpses you get before it is filled again with a tongue or tit. Something like a plea for mercy, or a plea for more, escapes her mouth when she finds enough of her mind again to form words, though these brief lapses from orgasm are becoming more rare as the room warms and the night ages.{endif}