Alessa gave a pout even though Sal wouldn't be able to seen. Once the cloth was nice and tight she stepped back to admire her handy work. "You would have preferred it if I were getting myself off? Damn Sal, you're a kinky little sick fuck!"
Right after this, Alessa eyed the kitchen. "Sal, I'm hungry. I'm going into the kitchen to see if they have anything to eat!" She quickly teleported to the kitchen, and begin rummaging through the fridge before she came across some hotdogs, and sodas. To her amazement she had found some buns, and some mustard. Dutifully she made herself dinner, and carried it out to the first pew. She started eating the hotdogs, moaning at practically every bite. When she was finally done, she started tossing the plate up in the air.