I'm visibly relieved by his words. Unless he has an unusual alternate definition of "taste", this'll be much easier than I had anticipated. It certainly won't be the first time I resort to a bit of prostitution.Siberys wrote:@Sinead-
"I see....
So you're lookin for a bit of help from Papa sundown is it? Well...you gotta give a little to get a little. An' my price is a taste of you..." He says with a hint of menace and perversion.
"Upstairs is a room with a pair of snakes twisting around painted on the door. Meet me there in ten minutes; Alone!"
As I make my way up the stairs to the room Sundown described, I ponder how the word "taste" ever became analogous for sexual activity. I mean, there might be tasting INVOLVED, but it wasn't the heart of the matter. Was Sundown planning something more sinister?
Assuming I reach the door without encountering anyone, I head inside and take a look around for any sign of danger (search: take 10, 10+2=12. If I'm allowed, then I take 20 instead.)