Sitting on the desk, Savayna knew she heard a voice. She would just watch her other self beginning to accept the fact that she was getting raped. The moans of pleasure were getting more voluntary rather than out of the funny feeling that her body felt. Savayna saw her other self even cry out “harder and faster” to Vincent. The silver-haired man would do as such. The other Savayna would actually lie back-first on the table, grip the bare back of Vincent, and wrap her arms and legs around him, accepting him in every way imaginable.

While the real Savayna was watching, she found herself crying and smiling. She knew she deserved that and she had always been a dirty slut. Though, watching it for herself made her realize how much of one that she was. Savayna kept on watching and watching until a familiar voice called out to her again. This time, as she would look over, she saw Nadeline. The blonde princess was calling out to her, saying all of this wasn’t real. Savayna smiled. She knew this was another illusion created by her own worthlessness.

When Savayna listened more to Nadeline about how this wasn’t real, she spoke. [b]“You reject me and now you want to tease me with phony facts about how this isn’t real?”[/b] She said, as her eyes looked over to the other her and Vincent getting it on like two bunnies. [b]“Look at them, do I not deserve this? I am a whore. I mean, look at how much I want it.”[/b] She said as she worthlessly smiled, tears dropping from her eyes as she did so.

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As his hand lightly caressed her cheek, Shion would move slightly closer to him. She was mere inches away from him, and his arm had to back up a bit, but his hand still on her cheek. A smile took his face and word would come out. [b]“You can take it how you see it, Miss Shion. I am a man who always delivers.”[/b] It was on that, a half-sincere, half-seductive expression appeared on his face. His hand moved from her cheek to her chin, gripping it gently.