VICTORIA'S TINY DICK HUMILIATION

Victoria sits on the couch in red lace and tells you to get it out. She can’t find it at first — then she puts the glasses on just to try.

She compares it to a lighter, a button, a pinky with no nail, and a shrimp that would fall out of her hands if she even tried. She talks you through stroking it, laughs at how little it does, and counts you down when she’s ready for that tiny drop on the floor.