If a certain short, plain-looking female friend of yours comes over one evening with her awesome antique peace pipe, hoping you might be in the mood to fuck her after she smokes you out, and after passing it back and forth a while you suddenly hear the pipe speaking to you, distinctly saying, "I now belong to you.", well, you've no choice but to accept it. Because even if it appears you're taking advantage of your little admirer—who will doubtless be reluctant to part with a treasured heirloom given to her by her deceased grandfather—you know that just isn't the case. Rather, you simply musn't disobey the wondrous spirit of the pipe, lest it become angry and take vengeance on you both.
(Plus if you do fuck her she'll be so grateful she'll probably feel you deserve to have it.)
(Plus if you do fuck her she'll be so grateful she'll probably feel you deserve to have it.)
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