Cross the street and follow the person.

Anne can't be sure of it, but she could swear that she saw a glimpse of that white covered book in someone's hand across the street. She lives in a busy city, so the girl is used to crossing traffic. Still, she makes sure to be very careful. Those adventure books are never shy about having random 'hit by a bus' endings, she thinks to herself, keeping her eye out especially for any such city buses.

Once across the street, she tries to catch sight of the person again, but the crowd starts to fill in around her. "Excuse me! Oof, Sorry!" she says over and over as she tries to work against the flow of the people in her pursuit. But the crowd seems to be getting thicker. Anne's progress slows and the person she only sort of caught a glimpse of in the first place starts to blend into the mass of people.

"Where did all these people come from?!" Anne actually says aloud as a few bump into her and don't apologize. It is as if everyone in the shops of the street all decided to step out on the sidewalk at the same time.

As you float there in your observing state, you hear the Trickster's amused giggle in the ether.

Once the crowd disperses, Anne is left at a street corner with no idea where the person she suspected had the book went. Flustered, she just looks around lost, wondering what to do next. The book is lost; maybe it could have been a help, but maybe not. The busty, ginger girl took a moment to compose herself and think through her situation.

Okay, she thinks, unaware that you could hear her inner voice, I'm essentially trapped inside one of those Choose Your Own Adventure stories I love so much. But that could be your advantage. Just imagine what you would do if you were reading this part in the story.

...of course, I'd usually guess which choice was the bad end and go to that one first... So maybe... don't do that...

You can see the expression on her pretty face as she bites her lip, and you also catch as she pushes her thighs together some. You recognize that reaction: She's turning herself on by thinking about 'The End' pages.

Damn, being turned on as a girl is so different than as a boy... Anne thinks as you listen in, Being turned on as a guy is, like, this powerful feeling from 'down there', but as a woman, it's like...it starts 'down there', but the warmth is subtle and all over. And wow, do my nipples tingle a lot more. Are they sticking out noticeably? She cutely looks down while still standing there at the street corner, her hands coming up to cup the undersides of her tits. People notice, and then she notices people noticing.

Maybe don't do that here, she thinks, You don't want people to think you're some street corner hooker. But then you see her bite her lip again and clearly stifle a moan. She was imagining herself succumbing to such a fate, and only barely snapped herself out of it.

"I... need to figure something out," she says aloud to herself, looking for some sort of direction. You actually follow her logic well, knowing game-books yourself. If she just stands there, her little imagined fate could actually come true; the authors of those books often punished inaction, as she'd warned her roommate. That means she needs to find the adventure. She needs to play the game in order to win.

Sure enough, she notices two things that jump out to her. One is an old-school arcade with a big "Grand Opening" sandwich board outside. Above the door is a brightly lit sign reading The 8-Bit Club. If she wasn't currently cursed by a strange inter-dimensional imp, that looks like it would be a really fun place to check out. That is definitely a "Turn to page 45" option.

The other thing that screams "Turn to page 87" to her is an advertisement with wording that catches her eye: "Looking for direction? Let the crystal be your guide! Fortunes told by Madam Loorey!" with an address as well.

"Okay. Well. Here we go." she says to herself, taking a deep breath, and making her choice.