When you come to, you see yourself in a room, crickets chirping in the night
Get up and explore your surroundings
You sit up, seeing a table with a glass of water on it next to a spare change of clothes and a small towel. Change of clothes? You wonder, but then your dumbfoundedness is resolved as you move your arms and feel that your clothes near your crotch are thoroughly drenched. Coming to your senses, you undress and then use the towel to pat dry your nethers, putting on the change of clothes and drinking some water from the glass (fourth wall break: please drink some water if you need to).
After a few minutes, Old Man Antonio knocks on the door, and hearing your assent walks in. "Ah, so you've come back. Welcome." The two of you talk a few minutes until you ask how you got in the room. "Well, when your eyes glazed over at that statue, I figured I should get you to a room before whatever you had going on in your head boiled over into your body moving. And looking over at those sheets -" his eyes glance over to the sheets, where a wet spot lies, soaked into the topsheet "- seems I was right. I've seen enough people get that glassed over look in my life to have a pretty good idea what's about to happen when they're looking at one of the less dressed statues."
Your cheeks red, Old Man Antonio leaves the room only to come back a few minutes later with fresh sheets. "Here, thought you might appreciate these.
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