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//Whenever you enter Epstein\PYZsq{}s tent in the bazaar after the very first time, this document covers what happens.

//If it\PYZsq{}s the first time you visit Epstein after the church of loli intro

It\PYZsq{}s not hard to find Epstein\PYZsq{}s tent again. It\PYZsq{}s a good ways away from the others and you feel as if you can feel his charismatic pull as you get closer. As you get close, once again the pull becomes a push as you reach his mysterious barrier. You take out the ring he gave you and try to put it on a finger. No good; the hole is much too small to put your finger through and it barely flexes to your push. You sit down and brace your elbow on your thigh, lock your thumb rigid, and force it through the tiny hole as hard as you can. The material finally tears a bit and seems to bleed over your finger. It hurts; startled, you jerk your thumb back out and realize that the blood is your own, your skin having torn against the jagged edges of the now damaged membrane around the center of the ring. When you cautiously try pushing another finger through, it\PYZsq{}s a lot easier this time. No blood and doesn\PYZsq{}t hurt nearly as much, although it still hurts somewhat because it\PYZsq{}s still too tight of a fit. You hold your ringed finger aloft and say the password, \PYZdq{}Flat is Justice\PYZdq{}. Nothing fancy happens; you\PYZsq{}re simply able to push through the tent\PYZsq{}s entrance without resistance, now.

//If it\PYZsq{}s not the first time you visit Epstein after the church of loli intro

You find Epstein\PYZsq{}s tent easily and once again force your finger painfully through the too small hole in the ring that acts as a key. It hurts a little less every time. You say the password and enter the tent.

//Complicated Logic Time!
//If the number of victims you\PYZsq{}ve already delivered to Epstein = 0, regardless of if you brought one with you

Your eyes are immediately drawn to the rape taking place in the center of the tent. The floating hot rocks have pushed to the side. Epstein, fully nude, stands behind the lolified succubus who is still tied spread eagle and facing the entrance. Epstein is a huge human\PYZhy{}looking man, not quite as big as a minotaur, but not too far behind either. He is absolutely shredded with the body of a competitive bodybuilder. The little girl he is fucking is comically small in front of him, perhaps as small as an eight year old girl but with slim breasts, butt, and hips one wouldn\PYZsq{}t expect on a girl that young. She is raised up some so her tiny tush is even with the large man\PYZsq{}s proportionately large member. Epstein has a supremely satisfied, nearly serene look on his face with his eyes closed as he takes a wide stance, hands on his hips, and smashes himself all the way in and out of the little girl\PYZsq{}s tiny ass over and over. It makes a loud wet smacking sound, each thrust coating Epstein\PYZsq{}s leg\PYZsq{}s and the sweat collection pan on the floor with a fine red mist of blood. 

As joyful and energetic as Epstein appears, the skinny, pale pink\PYZhy{}skinned, horned little girl appears instead on the verge of death. She\PYZsq{}s still covered in sweat, not having been given any time to recover after being cooked and squeezed like a juice pack all day for who knows how many days. The skinny tube is still stuck into her peehole and the fat tube is still stuck down her throat; her eyes are wide open and extremely bloodshot, tears run down her face to join the sweat dripping off her body, and a thin trail of blood runs from the corners of her mouth. Her arms and legs are pulled apart so tightly that her tendons, muscles and various bitemarks, new and old, are fully visible, leaving very little give and sway, allowing the large man to pound her without holding her in place with his hands. Her body is so tight and emaciated that there is only the faintest jiggle in her little breasts despite the immense force being used to destroy her tiny child ass. Between every thrust, she hyperventilates and weeps, desperate to draw in air. Every time the large man\PYZsq{}s body rams into hers, it knocks her breath out completely in a small, pitiful wail.

Epstein notices you and slows his pace, but does not stop pounding the little girl. \PYZdq{}Hi friend, how can I help you? Don\PYZsq{}t mind me, I\PYZsq{}m just performing one of my daily devotions to the Loli Gods. The first tenet of the Church of Loli, and remember this well friend, is that any action that results in the sexual penetration of a little girl\PYZsq{}s underdeveloped body is a sacred act. No exceptions. The penetration of adult women can be done for procreation. With procreation not an option, the penetration of a little girl\PYZsq{}s body becomes a pure act of devotion. Well, that\PYZsq{}s one way of thinking about it. Some little girls can reproduce just fine, depending on race and how they may have modified their development with alchemy, but the tenet still holds true. The penetration of a little girl\PYZsq{}s body, especially with an adult male penis, is always a sacred act no matter the circumstances. Mmmm.\PYZdq{} 

He moans a little bit then bends over, takes the little girl\PYZsq{}s head in his hands, and bites the side of her face. When he pulls away there\PYZsq{}s a bloody ring of teeth marks on her cheek that match similar sets all over her body. 

\PYZdq{}Hmmm. Nothing I\PYZsq{}ve done has really reduced corruption past the initial experience drain. I\PYZsq{}m going to have to keep trying more things.\PYZdq{}

He notices you again, \PYZdq{}Oh sorry, I was talking to myself. I\PYZsq{}m always hard at work trying to find a way to purify others through lolification. Lucky me I\PYZsq{}ve got such a hardworking, willing research assistant!\PYZdq{} He boops the little girl\PYZsq{}s nose with a finger, never once stopping his assault on her rectum. He reaches around and grabs her little breasts, pinching and twisting them brutally with his strong hands and asks you, \PYZdq{}So did you manage to bring me a new research assistant yet?\PYZdq{}

//If no, you came without a captured girl

You tell Epstein you haven\PYZsq{}t gotten to it yet but you plan on it.

\PYZdq{}Well I\PYZsq{}m sorry, there\PYZsq{}s nothing more I can really offer you until I have more to work with. Please bring a new assistant soon. This succubus has an unworldly vitality and seems like she won\PYZsq{}t die no matter how much she helps me. Which is great, but I can only make progress in my research at a very slow pace with just this single, completely corrupted sample.\PYZdq{}

You give a little wave and let yourself out. The last thing you see on your way out is Epstein (without taking his massive dick out of the small child\PYZsq{}s ass) picking up the blood splattered sweat collection pan and carefully tipping it into the filter attached to the feeding tube he uses to water his loli.

//You leave the tent and are back in the bazaar \PYZhy{} end of scene

//If instead you came with a captive

\PYZdq{}That\PYZsq{}s wonderful! My loyal acolyte, I\PYZsq{}m so proud of you!\PYZdq{}

He pulls himself out of the little girl\PYZsq{}s ass with some difficulty. There\PYZsq{}s a loud and bloody \PYZdq{}plop\PYZdq{} when he finally pulls free, leaving a \PYZdq{}pink sock\PYZdq{} of the child\PYZsq{}s intestines hanging several inches out of her rectum. He pushes the \PYZdq{}sock\PYZdq{} back where it came from without hesitation as if this is something he does all the time, then picks up the blood splattered sweat collection pan and carefully tips it into the filter attached to the feeding tube he uses to water his loli. The lolified succubus gasps and chokes and swallows for her life while Epstein calmly wipes succubus blood and his own sweat off of himself with a cloth, then pulls his robe back on and invites you to a part of his workshop deeper in his lair.

//Now you have a scene depending on which monster girl you brought. 
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