Esmeralda
The version of Hunchback of Notre Dame that Disney does NOT want you to hear about.
They eventually come to a large chamber filled with a variety of beds, each one surrounded by curtains. "Choose your bed," she says coyly. "Anything you desire is yours for the taking." She steps back, watching him intently as he wanders around the room, his gaze darting from one bed to another, before finally settling on a particularly ornate four-poster in the corner.
"That one," he says breathlessly, walking over to it and pulling aside the curtains.
As I pull the curtains aside, I gasp to see that the bed is already in use, as two curvy young women are locked in a lovers’ embrace, exploring each other’s bodies sensuously. They turn to look at me curiously, and I turn to give Esmeralda the same look.
"They are just some of my friends," she explains with a knowing smile. "They were hoping that you might join them." She steps forward, her body pressing against his as she wraps one arm around his waist and the other around his neck, drawing him in for a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue darts out to explore his mouth, and her breasts press against his chest.
When they finally break apart for air, she whispers seductively into his ear, "What do you say? Would you like to join them?"