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As you open your mouth to answer, paranoia takes a seat in your head like it pays the damn bills! Could this person be an <span class="mu-r">ASSASSIN?</span> Could they recognize your voice? They already know you’re here, apparently, so…
Sensing the massive battle going on inside your head, Volka straightens up her posture and takes the lead! “That depends,” she begins, turning to you and the other gals with a conspiratorial wink, “Is the service… <span class="mu-i">killer?</span>”
The attendant goes silent. Holy shit, did Volk just-
“It’s pretty good!” Mutters the employee/possible assassin! “Everyone recommends the Mzz’goe’virr-style massage, but I prefer the Gnok myself!”
“Hmmm…” Muses the Skog as she scratches her tusk, “Good, good… y’see my friend here is reeling from a <span class="mu-i">STABBING</span> pain in his back… you happen to know anything about that?”
“I… I’ve heard Kuulp Oil helps?” Another pause. “C-can I come in?”
“Oh… enjoy <span class="mu-i">sneaking about</span>, hmm? Where ya aren’t invited?”
The next pause is one for the record books. You and the other girls exchange a glance… and you personally can’t tell if Volka’s handling this brilliantly or not! Golly! It’s only after the silence becomes <span class="mu-i">REALLY</span> uncomfortable that the attendant dares to speak up again!
“I um… I c-can c-come b-b-back…”
“Oh my ME, she’s <span class="mu-i">CRYING!</span>”
Slamming your hand over Rezzie’s big mouth, you’re too occupied to stop a <span class="mu-i">VERY</span> distraught-looking Volka from opening the door!
“P-PLEASE DON’T CRY!” She blubbers as she wraps the upset employee in her massive embrace! “W-we were attacked by <span class="mu-r">ASSASSINS</span> and we thought you were one and if <span class="mu-i">YOU’RE</span> gonna cry then it’s gonna make <span class="mu-i">ME</span> cry an-”
“W-wait, <span class="mu-i">assassins?</span>” Sputters the attendant! “H-how!? When!?”
Sneakily, you answer, and it all happened a few posts ago!
“We’ve got one in critical condition on the bed over there,” Volka explains as she leads the hostess to the blood-slaked bed, “And um… there <span class="mu-i">was</span> one in the bath downstairs-”
“Gone.” Shrugs Rezzie as she picks at her teeth, “Might be a few teeth at the bottom of the bath, though. And a scapula or two. Never been a fan of those.”
“And <span class="mu-i">I’ve</span> never been a fan of unpaying customers…” Purrs a sultry voice from beyond the door! Entering with a bow comes a familiar pair of magenta disco ball-esque eyes… M-Madame Sura!
“My reputation precedes me!” Laughs the Chytree as she glides into the room like an old-timey movie star, “Mr. Anton, yes? Allow me to be the first to apologize for this horrible intrusion…”
It’s okay, you smile, you’re glad she’s here! The madame’s eye shimmers slightly.
“I was referring to the assassins.”
Ooohhh….
>CONTD.
