As Lina held the medallion up and made her choice, the world around her erupted in a bright light. It took only a moment for her eyes to adjust and to witness the aftermath.
Far behind her, where the scantily-clad police officer was previously writing up a ticket for a man, she was now kneeling down on both legs, her rear resting on her heels as she lapped at the man’s penis with passionate determination. Her hands glided up and down his shaft while her head bobbed with a steady rhythm, forcing him to lean against the car and rest his hands on the top of her shoulders to save from falling over. Lina thought she looked oddly professional in her work, as her micro-shorts ran up her cheeks and left little to the imagination.
The catholic school she had stopped at had become a certified den of lechery, as many of the girls were in the process of making out with one another now, having thrown any sense of shame or embarrassment to the wind. Some of them took this a step further, while others flashed seductive glances in the direction of passersby. While watching one of the nuns force her tongue into the mouth of one of her students, the two of them giggling, Lina realized that the medallion had once again expanded her wish beyond what she initially imagined. Public sex seems to have become commonplace, if not encouraged; nymphomania was in the air, looking to have affected females only. It was hard to imagine how a world like this functioned at all with women so enraptured by their most basic urges.
She blushed as she watched two of the school girls untie their tops and release their breasts, pressing and kneading them against the lap of a man they had coerced into a bit of fun.
Looking away, Lina realized she was kind of thirsty and looked down the street where she saw a corner store. Its neon sign caught her eyes, in the shape of a large-breasted woman holding a vibrator. She left the site of debauchery at the school and went inside. A teenage girl was working behind the counter, and might have well been wearing nothing at all. Her breasts were wrapped in a sheer plastic mini tube like mounds of flesh, leaving nothing to the imagination while she wore a pink thong. Her plump lips were colored red.
Moaning came from down the aisles, where Lina saw one of the customers going down on a clerk, and humorously imagined that she was trying to get a discount.
Taking a drink from one of the coolers, she realized that she had no money to pay for it, and quickly used the medallion to grant her a bank card with more money on it than she ever needed to worry about. The girl gave her a purr as she sat her drink on the counter and paid, and glancing down at her necklace wondered if she should make another change.