The clerk rings up the purchase. "Ninety dollars."
You don't answer. Instead, you open your Inventory. A 9mm pistol materializes in your hand. The clerk's smile vanishes as you calmly level the weapon at her.
"This is an Inquisition," you say. "There's something wrong with this place. It reeks of spiritual pollution."
The clerk immediately raises both hands. "H-Hey, take it easy! I just work here!"
"We're only going to have a look around."
Your inquisition is in the name of:
>Jesus Christ>Adolf Hitler>Other (Write-in)You turn toward Cupnoodles. "Search the store."
The maid begins inspecting every shelf with remarkable care. Xe checks beneath display racks, behind boxes, even inside unopened cabinets. Xer methodical personality is perfectly suited for the task. Finally, after politely asking the trembling clerk for permission to step behind the counter, xe crouches beside a small shelf.
"I found something."
Hidden on a low shelf beside several burning candles sits a small statue. The figure depicts a muscular, bearded man with horns, gripping a spear in one hand. A tiny skull decorates its base. The moment you look at it, a wave of oppressive darkness washes over you. The spiritual corruption surrounding the idol is unmistakable.
What pronouns should we use for Cupnoodles?
>He/him>Xe/xer >>6431970>She/herYou turn back to the clerk. "What is this idol?"
"I-I don't know," she stammers. "I'm just an employee. I come here, do my shifts, and go home."
Your eyes fall to a black sigil painted onto the shelf beneath it.
"And this symbol?"
"No idea what it means. I've just... seen it around Boystown a few times."
Knowledge (local):
The shop is located in Boystown, the officially recognized gay village within Lakeview. It was at the center of the AIDS epidemic during the 1980s and, today, has an HIV prevalence of 25% among adults."Who owns the store?"
"A woman named Lexxx."
"Lexxx?"
"She's... a lesbian sex coach. She helps new lesbians and anyone looking for relationship advice. She owns this shop... and the lingerie boutique next door."
You glance back at the idol. The longer you look at it, the stronger the oppressive aura becomes. Whatever this object is, it doesn't belong in an ordinary store.
What will you do?
>Bring the idol to Filthwitch for analysis>Burn the store>Call Lexxx and intimidate her into coming to the store (Roll 1d100; DC 50)>Write in 
