John pressed his líos together. What the hell was this woman going on about? And why, why was she stroking him? And with such a death grip! John felt powerless, angry and scared.
"Y-yes" He stammered. That hand of hers was smooth, and if he wasn't being touched against his will and terrified out of his mind he might've found this all kind of sexy. The harlequin was certainly unscrewed enough to think this was!
"Oh, oh, oh!" She said with a giggle. Her stroked deepend, and with another giggle the grip loosened. John let out a sigh of relief. "Oh? Like that? Good! See, if you cooperate it'll be good!"
She giggled and stroked in a way that made John's cock harden against his will.
"Now, Chaos knows of your.... Ideas about people. Specially women and your hang ups with them. And while I don't agree with that. I mean, after all," she ran her free hand as if to showcase the front of her body. "But chaos sees potential in those feelings! And, of course, this weave you've invented." She giggles again, her strokes working wonders.
"Now, Chaos wants you to use the weave, but maybe not so much for your own needs but for mine! And what I want is to have more smiling people. Make everyone happy!"
