A Midsummer Pedo Dream/I desire little girls.
The realization swirls in your head, getting louder and louder.
I desire little girls. I want to kiss one. I want to touch one. I want to fuck one. I want a little girl...
Before you know it your mind is filled with the image of hundreds of little girls, whimpering and 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. It was necessary for the summonings you performed, but it was as if - 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 hear a voice echo through your head.
I am Asmodeus, Lord of Lust. Kneel.
The terrifying figure's words buzz with tremendous power, and you instinctively know that this ancient being can realize your deepest, wildest desires. You have no idea what to do next, but you have a feeling your next choice could change everything. Thinking fast, you decide to: