A new kind of restaurant you just invented
From Torg Adventure
You think for a few seconds and come up with a great idea for a restaurant. You create it, making yourself the owner of the franchise.
"Head to Les Fête de Chair, of course," you say to your driver.
"Yes, sir," the chauffeur says with excitement. He drives as you cuddle and fondle the two girls.
Rachel says, "What's that mean, {FIRST_NAME}?"
"It means, 'The Feast of the Flesh', my dear," you reply, kissing her. Corrine rubs your crotch, keeping you hard.
In ten minutes, the driver pulls up in front of a brightly-lit restaurant with a line stretching out from the door. Two big bouncers are letting people in as room allows. All the waiting guests are wearing stylish suits and dresses. In a blink of an eye, you give yourself an expensive Tom Ford suit, and the two girls in dresses designed by Donatella Versace. Rachel's dress is red and reveals deep cleavage and a flash of thigh. Corrine's is the same, except it's royal blue. They look marvelous.
You step out of the limo and walk straight to the front of the line.
The nearest bouncer's face brightens up when he sees you and your guests. "Good evening, Mr. {LAST_NAME}! Come right in, we have a table waiting for you!" He unhooks the rope and lets the three of you into the restaurant. You keep an arm around each girl.
All the heads in the place turn as you enter. The maître d' smiles at you servilely.
"Oh, monsieur! I'm so happy you're here that we may serve you! I have your table ready."
"Thank you, Pierre," you say as you hand him a hundred dollar bill that you created on the fly.
As he takes three menus and leads you into the front dining room, the girls both gasp when they see what's inside.
All of the waitresses are topless with short black skirts. All of the waiters are naked, except for bow ties. Many of the patrons are semi-clothed or naked, and many of them are having sex at the table before, during or after their meal. Several patrons are fucking the wait staff. Everywhere you look is naked flesh and sex.
Corrine says, "You weren't kidding when you called it 'The Feast of Flesh'!"
The maître d' arrives at a table with another velvet rope around it that is on a raised platform, giving it a view of the whole room. Conversely, the whole room can see you as well.
"Here we are, sir! I hope this table is to your satisfaction," Pierre says.
"This will be perfect. Thank you." You hand him another C-note, and he leaves.
What now?
