On the street outside the hypnotherapy clinic

{if hypno dimension street knowledge == true}Walking steadily on your high heels into the busy high street, you {if@ Self Respect > 75}hold your arms awkwardly over your abundant cleavage as you do your best to avoid eye contact with any passersby{elseif Self Respect > 50}put one hand on your hip, trying to give off an air of confidence, despite still feeling somewhat self-conscious{else}puff your chest forward, happily meeting the eyes of the few passersby who deign to look at your face rather than just gawk at your splendid rack{endif}.

Right on cue, you receive a message on your phone from Natasha.

'REDBUSH HOTEL. 30 MINUTES. ROOM 124. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.'{else}Staggering awkwardly on your high heels into the busy high street, you feel very self-conscious. You're not used to having such a curvy, attractive body, never mind wearing such exposing, figure-hugging clothing, and your immediate instinct is to find somewhere to hide away. It doesn't help that your appearance is attracting you a lot of attention from passersby. Apparently even in this world, your attire is clearly considered provocative.

But where to go? Where even is home?! You open your tiny clutch bag to find nothing but a smartphone, a lipstick, a housekey attached to an electronic fob, and a condom. Who the hell are you?!

At least this universe has smartphones. You press your finger over the button at the bottom, and... It just makes a noise. Oh. Either this phone doesn't have fingerprint recognition, or this person you've become hasn't configured it. Either way... Unless you can guess her 4 digit PIN, you're stuck on the lock screen.

And then, you have a thought.

"Navigate home." You say out loud.

"Navigating home." The phone speaks back, and then a map appears, directing you to make a 25 minute walk.

That seems like a sensible first option, doesn't it?

But just then, a push notification appears on the screen, from a contact entered as 'Natasha'.

'REDBUSH HOTEL. 30 MINUTES. ROOM 124. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.'

You don't have many good ideas what this could be about, but the urgent nature of the message is clear.

Out of curiosity, you ask your phone to navigate to the Redbush Hotel. It is only 5 minutes away, in a different direction.{endif}