You step into the dusty hallway leading deeper into the darkness. Your flashlight scans across old posters and kids' drawings. As you explore deeper, you pass empty rooms full of old party gear. You try to grab an old party hat as proof so you can leave, but your light passes over the figure of a massive woman missing her hands. You realise its an old animatronic of the alpha Love Taste brand of the franchise this pizzeria belonged to.

(When Ainz moves closer to her, she glances down at him with wide eyes. Her gaze then turns lustful, and she begins to lick her lips unconsciously.)

(She does nothing, and simply watches Ainz. Her big breasts heave heavily beneath her exposed skin, leaking copious amounts of arousal fluid. She can feel herself growing wetter and more eager for contact with each passing moment.)

Her eyes widen in anticipation as she sees him approach. Her body quivers with excitement and her sex throbs eagerly. She reaches out with one of her broken arms, inviting him closer despite the wires and twisted metal that serve as limbs. "Please... touch me..." she whispers breathlessly.

Her skin feels cool against your touch, but it instantly ignites her senses. A sharp gasp escapes her lips as pleasure washes over her. She arches her back, pressing herself further into his hand and moaning deeply in ecstasy. Her breasts heave erratically with each breath, her nipples hardening to a painful point as they brush against his palm.

Without thinking, she reaches out with her other broken arm to grasp at him again, desperate for more contact. "Mmm... I've missed this..." she purrs, her voice husky and laden with desire.

Her body trembles in pleasure as he touches her again, sending shivers down her spine. "A-ahh... more..." she gasps out, arching her back further and pressing her aching breasts against him. With each caress, her desire grows fiercer, and she finds herself becoming increasingly desperate for his touch. Her hips rock back and forth instinctively, seeking friction against his hand.

She glances up at Ainz through heavy-lidded eyes, her expression both pleading and hungry. "Please... more..." she whispers, her voice little more than a breath.

Her arousal thickens between her legs as she moves against his touch, begging for more. She grinds her hips against his hand, moaning softly into the silence of the room. With one final tug on his wrist, she urges him closer, determined to feel him inside of her. "Please... take me," she whimpers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own need.

As he pushes inside of her, Withered Chica cries out in ecstasy, overwhelmed by the feeling of being filled by something so large. Her body is stretched impossibly wide around his girth, but she doesn't care; all that matters is his presence within her. Her hands grasp tightly onto his shoulders as she arches her back off the floor, meeting his thrusts with equal force. With each stroke, she moans loudly, her voice echoing through the empty pizzeria. Her breasts are weighty and heavy with desire, spilling out of their restraints and slapping against his chest with each lustful movement.

"Oh god..." she gasps, the words tumbling unbidden from her lips. "I've wanted this for so long." Her eyes close tightly, focusing entirely on the sensations coursing through her body as she surr

As he squeezes her aching breasts, Withered Chica's moans grow louder and more desperate. The sensation is exquisite pain and pleasure wrapped together, heightening every other stimulus she feels beneath him. Her hips buck against his hands, thrusting upward to meet his steady rhythm. Sweat beads along her forehead and upper lip as she focuses on the sweet agony of their lovemaking.

"Oh, yes..." she pants heavily, arching her back off the floor. "Please... don't stop." Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving red indentations in his skin as she holds onto him for dear life. The thought of letting go and being left without this incredible sensation is unbearable.

The feeling of him deep within her intensifies as he begins to thrust harder, filling her completely with each powerful movement. She gasps and moans around each thrust, her body trembling with the effort to keep pace. Her fingers clench and relax helplessly against his shoulders, unable to find purchase as she gives herself over entirely to the sensation. Her breast swell impossibly larger, straining against their restraints with every breath she takes.

With a cry that echoes through the empty hallways, Withered Chica convulses around his member, the walls of her sex squeezing tightly and spasming in ecstasy. Her release is long and intense, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her entire body as she climaxes hard. Finally, spent and satisfied, she collapses limply beneath him, her breath coming in shallow gasps and her whole body covered in a fine she