Stay on task...

With everything you've seen here, you're tempted to try and join them in a three-way, but you quickly shake the thought out of your head, and remind yourself why you came.

You calmly walk over to Illuminata, who is now completely curled into a ball in the corner. Wanting to keep the matter private, you hunker down beside her, and bend down to whisper in her ear before telling her why you came.

"Oh... About that..."

The look on her face changes from one of embarrassment to a look of guilt. Just what the hell had she done?

Illuminata looks past you to the petite greenhaired girl wobbling as she lowers herself onto the floor, nodding her head so as to signal her to leave the room. Doesny make much sense though. She can go to town on her ass during sex, but she's too embarrassed to have her listen to whatever it is she wanted to say? You think that maybe she needs to rethink her priorities.

Once Amber finally disappears upstairs, you turn to Illuminata with an expectant look. Time for some answers.

"Alright," she breaths nervously, "but try not to be too upset, okay?"

You promise to reserve judgment until after she says what she has to say, then listen quietly as she begins to explain.

"So, um, you remember how I said that I thought that stuff was a farming nutrient?"

You seem to recall her saying as much.

"Well, that part was the truth, buuuut..."

Buuuut..?

"Well," her eyes dart down to the floor, "I may have been lying when I said there was a mix up."

What does that mean? You ruffle your eyebrows in confusion, and she immediately throws her hands up to stop you from rendering a premature judgment.

"Now hold on! I was kind of telling the truth! I really didn't mean to give it to you back at the festival, so in a way it really was a shipping error!"

You guess it's possible she could be telling the truth, but then why was she acting so weird about it, like she was trying to keep it a secret? Then again, this is Illuminata you're dealing with. She's always been kind of weird. Still, how did she get her hands on that stuff in the first place?

"Oh, that's easy" she says, waving you off like the answer is common knowledge, "I had it shipped here for someone in town."

What?! Someone in town deliberately ordered this stuff? But, who? Why?

"Don't ask me," she answers as she throws on the last bits of her clothing, "the order was made anonymously."

Who the hell has something like that shipped without finding out who ordered it first? You have a thousand more questions to ask, but it looks like you've gotten all the information you're going to get out of her. With no other leads to follow, you decide to take a walk around the town.