New poll for... fucking hell, the week after next

I think I've actually been making audios too quickly. You know technically this week's audio is the priest/paladin corruption one? Y'know the one that came out last week. Whatever wins this week's poll won't be out for a fortnight.

Nothing new this week, I don't want every poll to have six options, would be a bit of a mess, but here we are, get votin'.

Also lil side note if people wanna help me out with something here. If, for the 200 patron special, I did a Q and A in character as the characters from the audios, DND, whatevs, would people be interested in that? Do you all still like... have questions left? Just a side thing I'm tryna' feel that out.

Your Newly Adopted Catboy is In Heat Well that's a self explanatory situation if I ever saw one. Help the little guy out before he bursts, won't you?

In Public, Darling? Only a call away. That's what he said. He told you that pleasure was only a call away. It's... not... not obvious what he meant. He did put that toy in you, afterall. Long range, wireless. Gosh, what a time to be alive. He's smart, he wouldn't do it at a time when he knows you'd get caught, just when there'd be a risk, eyes on you. You've been waiting for your phone to buzz all day.

Don't Spill anything in MY Kitchen You are one of the worst sous chefs I've ever had to work with. You're clumsy, you can barely cook, and you're so bloody skittish all the time. What? Do I make you nervous? Do you need me to show you how to do anything? Well, do you?

Insufferably Angsty Vampire Boyfriend You need to see me for what I realy am, you aren't safe with me, I'm a killer, I'm dangerous. As if you could outrun me, as if you could fight me- why are you LAUGHING SHUT UP. I'm not cute the sparkling isn't pretty, I'm not sexy!

Oh, You Want to be Pathetic? Green means good. Yellow means pause. Red means stop. Keep that in mind. While I do this, I'll be using terms like bitch, loser, I won't be nice, just like you wanted. You grind your cunt on my boot, you nuzzle my hand, you kiss my stomach, and you beg for me to even acknowledge how desperate you are.