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“Oh please. Don’t try and seduce me like that. We’ll have sex when we have sex.”
She pouts. “Babe, I know I try and be the rich man’s wife...with this stupid haircut and these princess dresses...but can’t we just cut loose? Why do you control me so much?”
Hm. It seems that this reality has her a bit on the bitter end of being the consort of a rich man. It seems like she misses the simple life.
“Well, maybe if you were a bit more satisfying to me...”
Her face goes red with rage. You know you hit a nerve. Before she goes nuts, you type a simple command:
/I started dating Sofia because she was so slutty/
Sofia’s dress changes from a beautiful, modern look to one that only a total whore would wear, showing so much skin and ending way above her knees. Her hair grows out long and curly, and she’s wearing heavy makeup. Her expression shifts to one of intrigue, and she looks at you with a primal urge to fuck. That simple rags-to-riches girl now is a rags-to-riches stripper that you took as your own.
“Mhmmm babe can we, like, go to your room? I think you need to...relax...”