The Idol of Venus

"..." The Idol of Venus squirms in your hand, cold stone undulating seductively. Its wide hips sway back and forth, its tiny hands grip your fingers, and its lips are set in a haughty smirk. "Well, hello, Master. Ready to make anything possible? The Idol of Venus points a tiny finger towards the door of your room "Go on. No time to waste." It urges

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