>>19824417You open the door to the luxury Holiday Inn suite only to find yourself out-predicted from a potential surprise attack. Instead, today's freak of the week sits at the far side of the suite in a revolving chair, with the smuggest smirk of all time.
His back is turned to you at first, but he blows his identity away upon spinning around, smirk not faltering at all during these shenanigans.
He's applauding you slowly.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3QWqRZRZ074"Well, well, well... so the last horse finally crosses the finish line.. Bitchin'. I always knew you'd come back, my love! But never in a million years did I expect you to come with another. Heh, I'm kind of sad, how oh how could you replace a childhood love with...with that?!"
Amélie furrows her brow and stomps all over the joint, "Shut up, shut up, SHUT THE HELL UP! I-It was never like that, NEVER! I don't like you! I-I don't like anything about you! Stop calling me 'love' when there is no love!"
You're literally the only one left in the dark, "Uh... Should I know this poser?"
It appears as if Amélie's fiance is none other than an Ace Trainer as well, though a male variation with purple locks and a salacious demeanor to match. Running a hand through his swift, luscious hair, he introduces himself to you.
"Not at all, you repulsive suitor of divine inferiority! However, since I am so important and all, it's better that you /do/ know my name in the long-run, so that when I win her heart, I can step all over your grave with the force of a thousand suns while jacking off to the gods, the same gods from above that give me my strength!"
Amélie begins to rub her temples.
"If you indeed must know-- I AM SEMEN SEAN THE NTR DON! Heir to the Don fortune and seeker of romance! I make girls cum for the fun of it, soaked panties and all! And yet, when I ask my dear before you for her hand in marriage, she refuses everytime, such slutty actions. Wouldn't you agree?"
>What do you say next?!