Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190402224637/@comment-5543592-20190404225001

The Retroriffic Man wrote: Willy hunched, all he wanted was to be left alone, but he was too scared to do anything about it.

The door slammed shut behind him. Willy stood in a dark room. Although he could see it, he was confined, like a box. The air was hot, and his own breath bounced back at him.

Then the wall in front of him slid away and he was bombarding with olfactory of sensory information-- strobing lights, pulsating music. A bar was to his left, a dance floor in front of him, tables on ascending dais to his right.

"Who are yooouuuuu?" A peepy, young asian woman stepped in front of William, shooting him with the sharpest smile he'd ever seen. She wore next to nothing and what she did wear could hardly be defined at clothes, really more strips of cloth that covered her nipples and genitilia. She wore heavy make-up and extensions, and her figure was shapely, with nothing left to the imagination. "Here to see Mister Chotto?" She asked, smiling up at Will. Her teeth were purple in the strobing light.

"And then he'll kill you." Tanner informed the gangster, who was nodding rapidly to show Shanks that he understood. "Apologies.  Apologies."