Take Licorice to the Steamy Scene Massage & Spa -- UNDER CONSTRUCTION--

You and Licorice didn't get a lot of time during your first meeting together, seeing as Bubblegum kept inserting herself into the picture between the two of you. What you had experienced was encouraging, but you want to see what she was like without her co-manager watching over her shoulder and, hopefully, to pick up where the two of you left off. There's just one regret you feel when you think back to that first meeting...

She was obviously faking how good that massage felt. There was no way that ridiculous attempt you made actually felt as good as she was making it look! It turns out, she's got some serious acting chops... or she's just that nice. Either way, you won't subject her to that kind of amateurish massage again. You want to take her somewhere that can really show her a good time.

However, a little trouble has already shown its head during the planning phase...

As you read the pamphlet to yourself, you realize that this place may not make it easy for a couple to use it as a date spot. Apparently, this place is mostly intended as a spot for men to get special treatment from a certain clown masseuse. You make a mental note that it'd be a lot of fun to try that yourself some time, but for now, you have to pick something that makes the most sense for the two of you.

"You're like a kid in a candy store, sugar," a sultry voice speaks over your shoulder, causing you to jump off the bench where you're resting. Your date either arrived late and snuck around you, or else, arrived early and has been watching you make last minute date preparations this whole time!

Licorice has swapped out her usual work apron and black miniskirt combo for a sexy white-and black striped dress, about the same length, but offering cleavage that the apron couldn't and slits up the legs that the dress didn't. It's the kind of thing that reveals more and more the more you look-- the tightness on the back is fantastic, allowing you to see the curve of her amazing ass even better than ever. You aren't sure whether the pattern is supposed to be a zebra print or a sort of milky swirl like her hairdo, which is the same as ever, but it's appealing all the same. She's wearing white boots this time instead of black ones and left the mask at home-- you can see her dark eye-shadow and lipstick. You'd never seen her without the mask before, but the eyeshadow is actually applied so that it looks like the black is dripping down her already dark skin, giving her a vaguely intimidating look.

Of course, you know by now that there's little intimidating about her, especially compared to her co-manager. You greet her as smoothly as you can manage after jumping out of your seat, trying to deny that you hadn't made up your mind yet.

"That so? Cause if you did want to pitch me some options, I'd be happy to tell you what I thought about them," she encourages you, leaning over the back of the bench so that her face is closer to your own. Her arms and shoulders are bare, letting you see all of her shining, dark skin.

You tell her that the Steamy Scene Massage & Spa has all kinds of packages, but you're having a hard time deciding which would be best.

"Sugar, whatever you pick out is what I want. No need to overthink it! You saw where overthinking it put me with my job, right? Working the stock room with the name 'Lazy' attached to my title. Nah, let's act on instinct for a bit. Just pick whichever you think sounds best," the clown encourages you, standing back straight with her fists on the extremely wide hips of her zebra-print dress. "All I care about is the day out with you. We could spend it in the stock room for all I care, if only Bubs wouldn't find us there. Or your place, if only Theo wasn't waiting to storm through it like a typhoon and can your ass." She laughs, but you can picture that happening rather easily.

Trust your instincts, Bowie!