What's next?
The Hooters suckfest begins
All these people came here for food, but now that they've seen that the only waitress on duty is down for anything, it seems that the mood has shifted, people's bellies have been forgotten, and all their blood and attention has rushed to their dicks.
Within a minute, you are squatting in front of some patronizing tattooed man, sucking his dick to the best of your ability, {if Self Esteem < 70}trying not to frown too{else}frowning at him{endif} fiercely as he pets you on the head and calls you a "slutty little hen" who's going to "make his cockerel sing".
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{endif}The two other customers who haven't yet defiled your body watch on patiently, idly masturbating themselves.
This is a woman's life in this world, is it?! Just a slave to cock whenever men feel like it, 24 hours a day.
-10% Dimension Satisfaction
The men around you all seem to think it's perfectly normal. The ones who have already painted your skin or your insides with their cum are happily ignoring the spectacle, enjoying their food and drink as if this was a normal everyday sight in their restaurants.
I really am just an object here. A set of holes for these men's convenience and pleasure...
As if to chime in that he agrees with that assessment, the stranger with his penis in your mouth decides to contribute to your shame... By spitting on your face.
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