Flip her onto the stall counter
From Create Your Own Story
With the assuredness of a warrior about to seize victory, you plant both hands firmly on the stall owner’s waist. She squirms just slightly between your fingers. Her cheeks are pink, her eyes wide, lips parted as though she wants to speak but cannot quite find the words. You take this as a sign that you’re on the right track.
"You’re mine," you murmur, though the girl offers no resistance.
Without hesitation, you flip her forward, pressing her down over the stall counter with a firm whump. A puff of flour erupts into the air, momentarily clouding your vision, but you don’t let that distract you. No, this is about commitment – to taking what you desire.
"You don’t waste time, do you?" she breathes, but there’s no protest in her voice–only a challenge, an invitation. You don’t wait for permission. Your fingers slide up, skimming over her waist, testing the shape of her beneath the cloth. She exhales sharply at your touch, her body tensing – not with resistance, but anticipation.
Do you:
