"Do you have any requests today? Dead girlfriend? Celebrity? Instagram Influencer?" As Lily listed off the options, she transformed into each of these things, then turned back into herself and slid one of her tank top straps down her arm to reveal her neckline. "There's always the original recipe, if you're interested."

"Fuck..." Dana muttered, rubbing her crotch through her pants. It made her uncomfortable just how quickly she could go from being a logical, numb-to-the-world dead girl to a ravenous slut, but there would be time for self reflection later. Right now, her eyes were locked on the curve of Lily's breasts.

In hindsight, the sideboob was a great...