A Midsummer Pedo Dream/I desire little girls.

The realization swirls in your head, getting louder and louder.

I desire little girls. I want a little girl. I want to kiss one. I want to touch one. I want to fuck one. I want to-

Before you know it your mind is filled with the image of hundreds of little girls, writhing and moaning. You hear yourself let out an involuntary moan.

I don't know who I was in my last life, but I know whoever I was... I really liked little girls.

Lost in your thoughts, you almost don't notice the stench of sulfur slowly filling the air. You've always hated the smell of sulfur. So bitter, and acrid, and demonic smelling. You always hated how necessary sulfur was for performing summonings, and - wait a minute, sulfur? All of a sudden you snap out of your lurid fantasies and look up to see an enormous, shapeless black figure looming in front of you. You heard a voice echo through your head.

I am Asmodeus, Lord of Lust. Kneel.

You feel the power in the terrifying figure's ominous words, and you immediately that know this ancient being can realize your wildest desires. Contemplating your next choice, you decide to:

• Kneel down and beg the demon lord to give you what you want.
• Refuse. It's not the same if it's just given to me. I want to take what's mine.