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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lazlow" data-source="post: 2332424" data-attributes="member: 24242">Various screams, cries for mercy, and general shouts of displeasure from the patrons erupt all around the room.  Muirna, surprisingly, faints, but luckily Sunderkeg catches her in his arms without spilling the two specials in his hands."OH DEAR GODS IN HEAVEN""I think I'm going to be sick...""PLEASE, SOMEBODY MAKE HIM STOP""PUT THAT THING AWAY!!  THERE ARE LADIES HERE!!"...And so on.Carlotta grabs your hands and forcibly rips them from your shirt.  "PLEAZE!  Hands to your zides.  There.  Slightly out a bit, pleaze.  Thank you.  Now:  BE ZTILL."The silver ribbon she pulled out of her bag earlier begins to wind it's way around you of it's own accord, slithering smoothly around your arms, legs, and chest, burrowing fervently into the abundantly sproingy man-foliage thereon.  In a few moments, it has traversed most of your frame, and it leaps back to Carlotta's hands, whereupon she holds it gingerly between two fingers and wipes it thoroughly (VERY thoroughly) with a damp rag.  As she does this, it seems as if she's having trouble swallowing..."Zank you.  Zat is all."   She glances over to Desert.  "Are you next?"</blockquote>