Ask who the woman is.
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You're starting to get irritated, and she can see it. "Take a deep breath; no reason to get pissed off just now, okay? I'm Leena. I'm like you, so you can relax." | You're starting to get irritated, and she can see it. "Take a deep breath; no reason to get pissed off just now, okay? I'm Leena. I'm like you, so you can relax." | ||
"What the hell do you mean, you're like me?" you ask indignantly. ''Her'' clothes don't seem torn. In fact not a single dark hair on her lovely head looks out of place. | "What the hell do you mean, you're like me?" you ask indignantly. ''Her'' clothes don't seem torn. In fact not a single dark hair on her lovely head looks out of place. | ||
| - | She rises gracefully to her feet. | + | She rises gracefully to her feet. You see for the first time that she's very short, and that she is as sweaty as you are. The brown skin on her face glistens in the rising sun. The grass barely rustles as she approaches you, arms outstretched as if to take hold of you. |
Do you: | Do you: | ||
| - | *[[ | + | *[[Back away from her quickly.]] |
| - | *[[ | + | *[[Approach her.]] |
| - | *[[ | + | *[[Stay where you are, ready to push her away from you.]] |
| - | + | [[Adult Story: The Deadly Moon]] | |
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Revision as of 16:48, 7 January 2011
You ask, "Who are you?" She chuckles, "You really don't remember anything do you?" You're starting to get irritated, and she can see it. "Take a deep breath; no reason to get pissed off just now, okay? I'm Leena. I'm like you, so you can relax." "What the hell do you mean, you're like me?" you ask indignantly. Her clothes don't seem torn. In fact not a single dark hair on her lovely head looks out of place. She rises gracefully to her feet. You see for the first time that she's very short, and that she is as sweaty as you are. The brown skin on her face glistens in the rising sun. The grass barely rustles as she approaches you, arms outstretched as if to take hold of you. Do you:
