>>17917960Town is humanless bub.>>17917808http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ppA9Y8AmHMThe hallway to the madam's chambers are adorned with various old posters, articles, and virtually any paper figment depicting her likeness.
"Eugh... This woman sure likes to think of herself highly, right?"
"I-I g-guess...I-I mean...i-if I were th-that pretty, I-I'd pr-probably do it too...t-to be honest..."
"I'd rather you don't.
Pictures aren't enough to describe you, or any woman, really."
Of course, Anina's ears are way too dense and picky to pick up the latter part of your sentence, she focuses only on the part that compliments her directly.
Young love to her is like science to a never-aging ten year old.
"Excuse me, we're here for a--OH!"
You enter the madam's aromatic chamber without knocking, and in the middle of announcing your presence for a session, your eyes stumble upon a must devious sight.
"Arooommmmm~"
An Aromatisse is dancing rather lewdly in front of a Wormadam, a dance that disperses pinkish fumes all over the room, fumes that could knock a guy unconscious provided he sniff more than a day's worth of it. Kind of like permanent markers.
The Wormadam isn't as shocked as you are, in fact the way she reacts to it seems to imply that incidents like this have happened more than once before. She casually greets with you an accent that's an odd mix of Jamaican and Haitian, "Hmm? Come in come in, here for a session? Sit over at the table, and let Madam Madam enchant you with her groovy juju!"
Floating upward, the bagworm turns to the floozy, "Keep dancing, yeah? Momma Madam Madam needs her mojo jojo going to get the juju a-flowin'!"
"Arooooommmaaaa~"
In no time, the worm known as Madam Madam gets to business. As you and Anina take your seats at her fortune-telling table, she retrieves her crystal ball from its hiding place up on a shelf.
