The dopey post-orgasm smile she had before slowly disappears.
“Kalosa, Any fetish I have you also share.”
“Yes master.”
“Please don’t call me master, it feels weird.”
“Ok Vermillion.”
“Aside from my earlier request, you believe that there is no greater pleasure than that of seeing your partner satisfied. You have a fat fetish, seeing it as a sign of how much delicious food they've been able to enjoy. You have no limit with this as you know you can just hypnotise more helpers with my ring. You also are extra-sexually-sensitive, when I grope you, you will feel as good as if I just rubbed your clit in that area.” I leave the implication dangling.
“y-y-y-yes” A soft moan escaped her lips as I kneed her modest tits in my hands.
“I-I have a question Vermillion, who is getting fatter?”
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