The giant jugs of wine inevitably splashed cool, rich wine across Delphine's tits and stomach.  She drank on and on in spite of this.  The crowd oooh'd and awww'd as she displayed her mighty capacity, finishing one jug and then the next.  The front of her body was splattered with wine and dripping--and the old man was nearby, watching.<br/><br/>As Delphine felt the wine hammering her brain she also felt two firm hands grasps her bosom.  Hands on the jug, she could do nothing to prevent the man from roughly feeling up her exposed curves.  Then his head came closer and he began to lick.<br/><br/>This revealed a long, sickly tongue covered in boils and lesions and what appeared to be something like a toothed gap in one side.  It was disgusting and slimy.  The tongue left a thick trail of saliva as it traversed her breasts.<br/><br/>He pulled aside what little clothing covered her tits, and then went to town on them.  His tongue lash, rubbed, and slurped all over them--coiling around one tit and sucking hard on it, tugging.<br/><br/>As Delphine finally finished the last jug, her stomach was alight with the warmth of the booze.  Her cheeks were flushed.  A faint headache disturbed her.<br/><br/><strong>"You've finished!"</strong>the old man said, impressed.  He gave her ass an audibly<em>smack </em>as she set down the jug, leaving it bouncing as he moved his hands all over her body, particularly right between her legs.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Corruption Begins</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Phantom Drinker</strong><br/>Delphine may choose to absorb all the alcohol content from anything Harlan consumes.  She gains a bonus die in drinking-related challenges.</div></div><br/><br/><strong>"A deal's a deal, and I'm as bound as you are,"</strong>he said, sounding a little upset by this.<br/><br/>With a golden flash Harlan was no longer sleeping on the floor, but rather a bed of gold!  There were strange coins all under him, bearing unique faces and odd markings.  But they were definitely all purest gold.<br/><br/><strong>"The house's take is yours for this night."</strong>The man stepped behind her, hands trailing over the top of her ass, tongue sliding across her shoulders and around her neck.  One of the teeth in it disgustingly drug against her windpipe as it left a glazed trace of saliva there.<br/><br/>He turned her to face Harlan, sleeping there, with masked figures dicing and drinking near him.  He lay still on a glittering pile of gold, and below her Delphine's were now resting on the altar.<br/><br/>Wait, the altar?<br/><br/>Somehow it had appeared in front of her.  She became very intimately aware of its presence as a firm hand in the small of her back bent her forwards.  Her tits went just over the edge of the altar, slapping hard against the wooden brim's cloth covering.<br/><br/>The old man's hands rubbed at her pussy through what little fabric was between her legs.  Her ass was upturned now, and he pulled aside what little covering there was and slithered his tongue into her pussy--where it expanded and contracted and thrashed about, rubbing the sides of her walls and tickling her clit.<br/><br/>Bent over on the altar, tongue deep in her pussy, Harlan asleep on her winnings from drinking Demon Wine, Delphine felt her<strong>Energy </strong>fading.  If she tapped out now she wouldn't even get properly fucked!<br/><br/>There was a way past this however.  Harlan lay sleeping there with some energy still in him.  If she was willing, she could sap his strength in return for sustaining herself through a hot fucksession.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Steal Energy?</div><div class="spoiler_body">Foreplay has put you down to zero Energy.  You'll need one more to go through with the fucking.  Harlan has 2\3.<br/></div></div>