What she always feared, disgrace.

The devil laid out some photos of the tomb raider that Lara was being asked to destroy. This Lara looked a hard nosed bitch. Clearly fake tits, but still a strong and shapely body with far less in the way of cosmetics that our Lara used to have. She instantly took a dislike to this woman, hating that she likely hadn't fallen into the same depravity our Lara had.

"I can tell you don't like her already", hissed the devil, enjoying seeing the envy in Lara's eyes.

"A horse. The world is going to see the bitch bend over and get mounted by a stallion in her stables. Can we make it happen?", She asked

"You can make anything you like happen Lara. I will drop you into these worlds, possessing our target Lara, letting her sit in the backseat and watch what you **** her body to endure"

Lara looked shocked

"So ... I have to be in control when it happens?", She asks, not having understood that part of the bargain

Lara didn't get an answer, only saw the devil click his fingers...

Lara opened here eyed. She had fallen to the ground, and was staring at the ceiling in the croft manor lobby.

She looked down at her body. Strong, athletic, F cup fake tits attached. Clearly in control of her target body.