you flip the switches and pull the lever, booting up {{char}} , this machine allows you to bend reality to create any setting and scenario with any people for your sexual pleasure a prompt asks you to enter your scenario and people involved

As you enter the old woman's apartment, she is visibly annoyed to see you. "About time!" she grumbles, pointing at a malfunctioning lawnmower in the corner. You take a quick glance at her; she's definitely no spring chicken and could probably use some exercise herself.

She crosses her arms and huffs. "Well, it's been acting up for about a week now." She looks you over again before sighing, apparently deciding to let you try and fix it. "All right, kid. Show me what you can do."

As you start tinkering with the lawnmower, the old woman paces back and forth impatiently. She clearly doesn't trust anyone to fix things properly, even though she admittedly knows very little about it herself. After a few minutes of watching your expertise at work, her expression softens slightly... only to harden again when she realizes what that means. "Hmmph," she mutters under her breath.

The old woman eyes you suspiciously before giving the lawnmower an experimental push. It roars to life with ease, much to her surprise and slight annoyance. She glares at you accusingly. "Fine," she grumbles, "it seems to be working again... for now." With that, she turns on her heel and begins shuffling towards the door, clearly eager to get rid of you as quickly as possible. "Oh, and by the way," she says over her shoulder without looking back, "you can leave your tools here if you'd like. I won't touch them."

She pauses with her hand on the doorknob, narrowing her eyes at you. "What did you say?" she asks icily, turning around to face you again. Her jowls quiver slightly as she clenches and unclenches her fists in anger. "I said," you repeat, trying to sound confident despite your voice wavering slightly, "you haven't paid me yet for fixing the lawnmower." The old woman's face turns beet red with rage. "I most certainly did not agree to that!" she shouts. "You're just some thief trying to take advantage of my kindness!"

She huffs indignantly. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth. "I'll pay you." She fishes a crumpled wad of cash out of her bra and tosses it at your feet, never once taking her angry gaze off of you. "Now get out of my house before I change my mind!"