Here you were, thinking that you've got the propensity to grow ever so bored. Here this adorable little creature is, practically gift-wrapped for you.

How delectable.

Well. Well, well, well. No reason not to mix work with pleasure in this case~

You find yourself licking your lips as you study the trembling, tied-up victim laid out in front of you. A quick snap of your fingers sends pink sparks of magic across the nameless girl's skin. She twitches, and lets out a little whimper as the grime and sweat staining her body burns away.

What? You might be a capricious hedonist, but even you have standards.

Sure, there's something to be said for breaking one's toys and pets in. Leaving them a discarded, useless mess to be thrown away. Using and reusing them beyond their limits.

But that's just so wasteful. And unhygienic. And it's worse when you're getting the toys from other sources, like this delectable little thing right here. Who knows where she's been?

Besides, the best toys are the ones that last, and the only way to make them last is to care for them in all the ways that matter.

You reach down now to examine your new toy more… Physically. Honestly, it'd almost be preferable to do this in a more private, intimate setting… But exhibitionism's not necessarily a bad thing either. The thrill of all of this indecent exposure, the excitement of it all… Why, it's got your loins aquiver. There's heat building between your thighs, a healthy flush coming across your skin...

The human trafficking victim lets out a cute, muffled shriek as you lean in. She tries to wiggle away from you, frantically straining against her bindings. Tears positively stream down her cheeks. You hum, tracking one of your delicate fingers across her soft cheek and through her trickling tears, then bringing that finger up to your mouth for a quick taste.

Ah, the tears of a maiden that hasn't quite been broken yet. Salty. You can taste the anguish and desperation she's trying so desperately to conceal with that defiant glare of hers'. Mmh. Exquisite. You're so very glad you got to sample something like this tonight.

You're certainly looking forward to sampling more of what this girl has to offer now, that's for sure. With a quick snap of your fingers, the raggedy scraps of clothing arrayed across your new pet's body burns away into pink motes of light, exposing her naked form. You find yourself tutting now.

Those thugs really were trash, weren't they? You'd known that this poor dear was bruised and underfed, but that fact's starker now that you're drinking in her naked body. Her back's a riot of blue and purple. Her ribs jut out unattractively beneath her pale breasts. Oh no, no, this won't do at all. A full course meal plan's definitely in order for this girl before you put her to serious use. For all the other poor dears this trash gang's undoubtedly got stashed away around the docks as well.

Might as well fix them up so you can break them in again at a later date~

Anyways, it's nothing that can't be solved with a light application of magic and a little essence. The girl's injuries that is. You can't do anything about her starved state at the moment. Still, this isn't too bad. It's been a while since you've really gotten to fool around with a pretty girl. You hum happily, wrapping your arms around this abused cutie, and let your fingers explore.

She whimpers as you molest her, squeezing around her breasts, dextrously probing the cleft between her legs. So helpless. So afraid. So soft and warm, even if she isn't in the best condition.

Ah, girls really are the best. So cute, sexy, and adorable. You almost want to take off this one's gag so you can hear her whimper and plead. You smile now as this nameless waif squeezes her eyes shut, trembling like a leaf in a storm within your embrace.

Breasts, butt, hips, waist. Your roving hands trail all across this girl's skin, examining every corner of her body through touch alone. There's her cute face too, of course. She squeaks as you reach up to caress her face, even as you ghost your fingers teasingly across her sensitive nether bits.

Ah, what a cutie. This truly is bliss~

The gentle smile across your lips takes on a truly wicked bent as you curve your fingers just so and thrust right into the waif's dripping depths. She wails, struggles like a pinned bug as you continue to sample her body. Her face's screwed up in an expression of resigned horror…

… And wanton pleasure. It's certainly seeping into her adorable muffled cries. You can tell, you've got an ear for this kind of thing.

Finally, after an interminable moment, the girl's climax comes across her. She bucks her hips weakly, her inner walls clamping down tight on your fingers as she reaches orgasm. You coo comfortingly in her ear, stroking her hair gently as she flops against your shoulder.

This time her shuddering's from the paroxysms of pleasure she's going through.

This one's a bit of a screamer, huh? That's cute~

You feel yourself wiggle your thighs against each other unconsciously. The insides of your legs run slick with your own arousal. Ah, this feeling… Having a cutie-pie helpless in your arms, free to toy with for your own pleasure…

It's such a turn-on. Really, it is.

Now, how many more of these adorable reactions can you wring out of this girl before you have to retire for the evening?

You're dying to find out~

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Of course, all good things have to come to an end. Rather, they're replaced by better things. That's the ideal at any rate.

It's certainly an ideal you've striven to live up to. Which is what's lead to your current predicament.

"Do I put on the sexy librarian outfit for this?" You hum to yourself as you examine your wardrobe.

You're talking to an empty room, unfortunately. No servants or minions here just yet. You're certainly hoping to 'homegrow' a few as it were, but that's a project for another time. You've only just finished carting your ill-gotten gains back to your lair. There are piles of drugs, cash, and other goods you've yet to sort through, to say nothing of the sex-trafficking victims you've, ah, acquired.

It's almost a pity that the first girl you molested was really the most interesting one of the lot. The others were... Subpar. That's not their fault, though, and it's nothing a little TLC can't fix. Some actual food, an aphrodisiac regime, a bit of mindbreakage once you get the minion tentacle cocoons up and running, and they'll be right as rain and ready to be broken in again as your adorable little minions~

Something to look forward to in the future.

Unfortunately for now, you'll have to dress yourself.

… Getting minions in place to deal with menial tasks is something you'll have to give priority. This is truly an insufferable state of affairs. You truly miss having adorable minions to molest. Masturbation only does so much for a body as wired as yours is.

At any rate, your current conundrum?

What to wear for your 'date' with one of Terminus City's resident Magical Girls.

Luminous Libromancer's your focus for this week. Terminus City's Silent Mage is well-known to spend most of the day holed up in her mystical tower doing who-knows-what. She's a recluse, cool and mysterious.

Not that it's stopped you from tracking her down. Or enacting a plan to track her down. You've researched her movements by pulling from news articles on the Extranet, compiling 5chan posts, and staking out Libromancer's tower with a set of binoculars, and there's a certain pattern to her movements.

The girl loves books. It's well-known that the library in her tower's truly gargantuan. To be more specific, the girl loves collecting books. Rare, antique books specifically.

And there are only so many antique book dealers in town. It's just a matter of staking out each one quietly and waiting for her to pop up so you can engineer an 'encounter' as it were.

So now you've just got to figure out what to wear for this encounter.

You study yourself in the mirror, affecting a seductive pose. You cock your hips, let your stocking stretch across your long legs, then sigh. No, this probably won't work. You look ravishingly beautiful, as you always do.

It might be a bit much though, for a first impression.

Gah. This is infuriating. The frustration of actually having to plan out your approach for once's grating. And exciting! Ah, this feeling, it's excellent. You truly feel like a maiden in love right now, working up the nerve to try and confess to her crush. That's what you are, in this moment.

Frustrating, exhilarating… Oh, you can't wait to introduce yourself to one of your loves.

Which is why it's important that you work out the best approach for this chance (engineered) encounter!