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Your already tenuous grasp on the situation goes pear-shaped as your two companions drift away from you like a cartoon rat after a hunk of cheese! You can’t really blame yourself for losing TT, of course–the girl’s like a hyperactive toddler with a gambling addiction, but you can’t help but smack yourself upside the head as you somehow manage to lose Volka! Girl’s bigger than a <span class="mu-i">FRIDGE!</span>
With all the care and composure of an explorer trying to hack his way through jungle brush to escape a tiger, you burrow as quickly as you can through the crowd in an attempt to track your pals down! Try as you might, and you try pretty damn hard, mind, you feel a pit grow in your stomach as you realize just how difficult it’s gonna be to single out two people in a crowd… in perpetual darkness!
Why couldn’t you have been whisked away to, like, a <span class="mu-i">beach</span> dimension or something? Or one with monster trucks? <span class="mu-i">SHOOT…</span>
Giving your face a few steadying smacks, you do your damndest to pull yourself together! It’s okay, you think as someone spills their drink on your head, just gotta take command of the situation… and you know <span class="mu-i">exactly</span> where to start!
“Welcome to the <span class="mu-b">DIAMOND DUST,</span> sir: finest Swoos Lounge on the Golden Mile… Have you visited us before?”
It takes you a moment to answer the question from the pair of sunken eyes lurking in the corner of the room. Y-yea, you stammer, each syllable allowing a thick gulp of the pungent incense blanketing the establishment into your already-parched mouth, er, no, it’s your first time…
“No trouble at all, sir,” Purrs the deep, but amicable voice as you hear some kind of drawer open beneath its owner, “As a newcomer we offer the first ten minutes of a private session free of charge–tell me, do you have a preference?”
You open your mouth to tell him you’re just browsing, but a well-timed plume of incense and your damned <span class="mu-r">ANXIETY</span> deftly parry your attempt! <span class="mu-i">Erk,</span> you wheeze, <span class="mu-i">P-preference…?</span>
“Male. Female. Non…” Recites the receptionist in a tone reserved for service industry workers who have asked the question thousands of times, “Skog, Durher, Moleg, Gnok… our Zetsi specialist is out today and our Viitii are all busy… but I’m certain we can accommodate any taste you might have, sir.”
W-well, uh…
CHOICE 1:
>Male
>Female
>Uh… Non?
CHOICE 2:
>Skog
>Durher
>Moleg
>Gnok
