It's a dirty trick! (Pink Trigger's Power >599)

Erika... do you think I can't see what you're doing?

This is a trap, isn't it? You first used Kyrie as a wall to impede my progress, but beyond that, she also doubled as a honey pot to entrap me, if I should overpower her. You're trying to distract me... Calmly, I turned to lock the door behind me and bar its handles with a horizontally oriented candle-holder. Sure enough, just a moment later, I heard banging against the door... Someone was trying to get in through the rain. Presumably, it was another of the island's inhabitants that Erika had turned against me with some combination of wit and sob stories before I'd made it up the steps to the guest house.

Ah... Erika... Your wit is beautiful. But this witty scenario you've crafted is no match for my pursuit of the erotic. I've turned this whole island into my playground. Changing one more dramatic encounter into a stepping stone on the way to fun time is just a day in the life for me.

I turned just in time to see Kyrie escaping out the door from the parlor into the guest's kitchen. Mmm... her topless back and barely covered rear were certainly enticing, but a man who chases two rabbits catches neither. I think maybe another story-line taught me that lesson before.

Erikaaa... I'm closing in on you... Soon, you'll run out of places to run and hide... Then you'll learn what the closed room that excites you mystery buffs so much means to us erotica buffs...!!

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At the top of the staircase, I saw many doors. I frowned. This was no good... if I just guess randomly at which room she's waiting in, she'll run out from behind me and escape somewhere else. Furthermore, each of the rooms could be holding more of the cousins, waiting with makeshift weapons to attack me when I opened them. If she'd warned all of them I was coming, even Maria could kill me.

I realized that, in a stark bit of irony, I needed to use the defeated Kyrie's chess-board thinking. Time to flip the chessboard and use what I know of Erika's personality to make a decision. If I was Erika, where would I be hiding? From what I know of this story, one guest bedroom has been prepared for the cousins, another specifically for Rosa and Maria, and one for the servants... Huh... Where were they planning to make me sleep? The couch?

I reloaded my revolver first, then made my choice...