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Anina hurries out the guild chamber en route for the unused guest room turned document storage. A labyrinth of files and papers containing incriminating details on each and every person in the guild, as well as all clients and other miscellaneous details.
"N-Now...I-I last remember s-storing this document a-away, I told m-myself I'd come and g-get it once t-the time is r-right, n-now it might b-be too late..."
The crone clasps her hands together, smoldering eyes looking upward.
"Oh hubby, g-give m-me hope that I'll, uh, f-find her papers again and g-get her uh, impal--UH--i-imprisoned f-for um, her sins!"
>Anina imagines you...A) As a cat.
B) Lewdly sucking on her finger.
C) Accepting a marriage proposal from her.
