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You strike a pose and vogue for a few moments. Sadly there is no-one here to appreciate your dancing skills.
You examine the room. The room is small, and stylishly furnished. The carpet is thick and black. The walls are painted a pleasant shade of dark blue. There is a framed poster of Frank Sinatra on one wall. There is an exit to the East.
The only furniture in the room consists of a bed, and a bedside table on which there is an ashtray, an alarm clock, a small statue of Bast, and a music system.
The bed is upholstered in black silk. There are small metal hoops embedded into the headboard and the bottom of the bed, just the kind of things one could attach ropes or hooks to, as you can now personally attest to.
There are several piles of books and CDs on the floor by the bed.
Your satchel is here. You pick it up.
You look for Caroline's lipstick. It is not on the floor or on the bedside table. You open the drawer in the bedside table. In the drawer is some lipstick (the colour is called 'Bad Faith'), a compact mirror, and a small notebook.
You flip open the mirror and use the lipstick to draw a heart on it, as a gesture of love to Caroline. You add her name on one side.
You wonder what your name is. You have no idea. You settle for writing 'ME' on the other side of the heart, and put the compact mirror on the bed where you hope she'll see it, you lovesick fool.
You wonder where the lions are. You have no idea, and wonder where the fuck that non-sequitor came from. No idea. |
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