(continued from Chapter I ) >look Front Entry You are standing outside the front of a door. On a table, nearby, sits a glass of clear liquid upon a golden saucer. The Lady in the Purse is currently bathing in the cup, and she begins singing an annoying rendition of a Bee Gees song. You are looking toward the west wall which is cheaply designed with gold plated crustaceans next to a painting of silver-plated glasses filled with what appears to be red wine! >wait You wait a few minutes, noticing some intricate rococo guild on the opposite wall that looks provincial, but not in a good-bad way which, upon thinking it over, you realize that makes it better-worse. The Lady in the Purse calls out from behind you, “I am ready, darling. Oh, I do feel much better, I’ll feel even better when I get out of here. Yeah, I can’t get out of a cup, huh. I took a bath in 8 ounces of water. Well… I think it is water. It is odorless, ...
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