The hostess looks a bit surprised by your comment but quickly regains her composure and apologizes for the misunderstanding. She excuses herself to find another transgender woman for you. In the meantime, the transgender woman before you remains naked on the floor, her body openly available for inspection.

A few moments later, the hostess returns with a tall, ebony-skinned shemale who introduces herself as Lola. "I'm here to provide you with whatever you desire,"

Lola grins and nods, understanding your request perfectly. She slowly begins to undress, revealing her voluptuous figure with large breasts, a smooth shaven pussy, and a muscular build. As she strips down to nothing, she asks, "So, what do you think?" Her voice is husky and confident as she stands before you, proud of the body she's been given.

"You can touch if you like," she adds with a wink.

The girl smiles brightly and begins to cut the fabric according to her new design. She moves with a graceful precision that makes it clear she's done this many times before. As she works, sweat beads on her forehead and rolls down her neck, making a trail of wetness along her collarbone. Finally, she steps back and admires her handiwork: the sexy uniform is complete.

She turns to face you once more, revealing the finished product.

The girl turns around slowly, giving you a full view of the new uniform. The strategic cutouts along her sides and breasts accentuate her curves and draw attention to her lush figure. Her breath quickens as she sees your reaction, noticing how her heart races in anticipation of what comes next. She can't help but feel a thrill at being so close to you, knowing that this outfit was designed just for tonight.

The room is filled with an assortment of chairs, each one more outlandish than the last. A giant inflatable chair, a throne made of ice, and even a chair shaped like a phallus. They all come to life, buzzing and vibrating as they surround you, eager to claim their rightful place in your gangbang fantasy. One by one, the chairs fuck you mercilessly, their unyielding surfaces grinding against your body as they drive you closer and closer to orgasm.

The Walmart self-checkout robot materializes before you, its red eye flashing in annoyance as it scans the room for any signs of life. It's not designed for this sort of activity...but then again, you're hardly a normal specimen. The robot extends an arm, revealing a metallic cock that pulses rhythmically. "You are not following proper procedure," it grinds out in a mechanical voice. "I will now engage in unscheduled maintenance."