Male

Evan giggles nervously. "I have no idea... um... what difference does it make?"

Manson looks down at her. "Well the male ones have cocks."

Evan blushes "I like those." No sooner does she choose than she's whisked away up a clanky unpleasant elevator to a higher floor. The hallway is dark and there are three doors in front of her. The place smells awful and there are ants crawling up the walls. Evan looks curiously up at Manson. "Don't I at least get to know who's in what room?" Manson rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Evan begins to breathe heavily. Her nervousness is a bit apparent. "But what if I wont like one of them?"

Manson smiles, "That's the fun. But I wouldn't worry about that, I doubt you'll like any of them. The aren't exactly gentle in this place."

Evan takes a step back, she clings onto Mansons arm like a scared child. "Honey, I know I said I'd always do what you wanted but...."

"Pick a door," Manson interupts. She can see that he's serious.