Size Queen Harem

You’re sat down in a warm chair at a table. The room around you drips with the smell of sex, the red wallpaper illuminated by pink lighting stained with mysterious spots. The thin walls around you leave little to the imagination, echoing with moans of pleasure, some from women, most from men. Finally, a woman walks in, wearing nothing but a leather bikini. She puts a file on the desk, opening it while looking you over. “Stand up and drop your pants.” She says, pulling out a measuring tape. “I need to measure you.”