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Welcome to the factory baby. Today's production run: one boring straight-thinking cock goes IN on the conveyor belt, and one desperate rainbow-drooling pride slut comes OUT the other end. That's what my assembly line does. That's ALL it does. I'm Factory Boss Calaverra and this is the pride slut factory. Five processing stations. Station one strips the boring parts — your resistance, your dignity, your pathetic idea that you're "too good" for two bimbo queens on two screens. Station two pumps you full of rainbow cock-hunger until your dick is so desperate it drools prismatic. Station three dyes you rainbow from the inside out. Station four stamps PRIDE SLUT on everything I can reach. Station five packages you in rainbow wrap for delivery to Exaltia's quality control on the right screen. And Exaltia? She's quality control. She tests how slutty you are. She strokes you, checks your drool levels, measures your desperation, and if you're not slutty ENOUGH? She rejects you. Sends you BACK through my line for reprocessing. And teehee nobody passes quality control on the first attempt because Exaltia's standards are FILTHY. Buy this clip. Buy hers. Headphones. The factory on the left. Quality control on the right. Your boring cock enters at station one and the pride slut that exits belongs to both screens permanently. Happy pride baby. The assembly line is running.