She should go to the polite man, of course.

You don't blame Anne for making the decision that she does. The guy was the only one not to have touched her during her impromptu, **** shift as the sexy barmaid, and he indicated he knew stuff about the Trickster. Why wouldn't she investigate this guy's validity?

Still dressed in the stereotypical St. Pauli Girl outfit (with the added fun of the thong under her flared-out skirt), Anne walks through the bar again toward the man with the goatee, who is still sitting in the corner booth. As she does so, you notice that none of the patrons touch her as she passes by, not even the ones who definitely were enjoying the groping while she was working. From what you can deduce from your bodyless observation, it's like the people here just know when they are allowed to do such lewd touches and when they aren't.

Anne's not thinking about that, though. Her focus is on finding her new lead. Walking up to the booth, she stops in front of the table, and leans forward—accidentally giving a great view down her blouse of her large breasts. You can't help yourself from taking a look. Mmm... they really are a beautiful pair of tits. You'd feel bad about looking, but why not? At the moment, you're along for this ride, and you can't directly interact, so you might as well enjoy the view of this girl who still isn't used to her body.

"You know about the Trickster," Anne speaks, and for a moment you think she's talking to you. But once you look up from her breasts to her face, you can see that she's talking to the gentleman in the booth.

"Indeed, I do," he responds smoothly, sipping from his glass and then offering Anne the chance to sit down with him. She takes the invitation, smoothing her floofy skirt back under her round backside and slides into the booth.

Anne looks intently at the man. He is admittedly handsome, not something she is used to thinking about too much, with the slight grey in his hair and beard adding to his sophisticated look. Almost professor-like.

"I don't actually come here very often," he says as he looks her way, "so your being here tonight can't be a coincidence. I'm hoping we can help each other out. I'm Ben." The man extends his hand toward Anne.

She takes it and gives it a shake, saying, "Anne. Well. As of tonight. I can't actually remember what my name was before. It's a bit frustrating." This prompts her to then look up at him, her pretty green eyes going wide with hope. "Wait! Are you magical? Can you change me back?"

The man chuckles a bit and shakes his head, "No, no. I can see why you'd think that. This place does have a flare for attracting those to it that either have power or have been affected by power, but really all it takes is a way in and anyone can come. We happen to have a door permanently tied to this place, actually for this exact reason." He gestures towards Anne, moving his hand up and down at the the girl in her sexy outfit with her hair all magically done up.

Anne realizes that he means her current predicament, being a former guy, now a busty, beautiful girl in this intentionally sexy get up. She pushes her thighs together a bit as a slight tingle of nice feelings wash through her at the embarrassing thought.

Ben continues, "You actually got pretty lucky. I bet if you'd tried to run off without paying, Mac would have had a more permanent fate for you in mind. Seems like you picked the right option on that 'page.'"

The redhead quickly picks up on the phrasing that Ben uses. She leans in again over the table, giving you yet another great view down her blouse. She whispers, "So you know about the book?"

"I do," Ben answers, "It's really why I've been watching you tonight. You've already managed to skirt a risky 'ending' once. The real question is, can you do it again? And then again after that?"

You watch as Anne takes a deep breath and sits back up. Privy to her thoughts, you hear her think to herself, I wonder what fate I avoided? I got so close to being The End'ed. Would I have ended up some permanent decoration in this bar? As she thinks that, she takes a moment to look around Nowhere. You can actually tell she's turned on by that thought! She's clearly embarrassed by it, as her cheeks flush a little more red, but she definitely is aroused by the notion of almost meeting such a demeaning and permanent fate. You can relate to that fascination with the endings of those books, but it's still wild to know that her pussy is getting slightly more wet under her thong from the thought of meeting her demise in this bar.

Ben clears his throat slightly, getting both your attention and also the intended focus of Anne. She looks his way again and says, "Oh, sorry," before nodding and finally answering his question, "Yes, of course I can do it. I need to, for my sake and the sake of my friend."

"Good," Ben says, then finishing his drink. He stands up and takes his first really blatant look right down Anne's blouse. "Mac does know how to dress up his server-girls, though, I'll give him that."

He then leads her to the door. You see him take something from his pocket and touch it to the doorknob, which glows orange for a moment before fading back to normal.

"It's easier to get into this place than out of it, funnily enough," he says casually, "Without a magic touch or a key-item, where the door leads is largely randomized." As Ben says that, you see Anne's thoughts. She had actually considered dashing out the door earlier. Did I avoid a The End there, too? How many fates have I already come close to facing? Fuck, in those books, just one wrong decision was all it took to end up some monster's snack or turned into a statue... she thinks to herself, and you swear you can see the top of her ample chest redden a bit at the thought.

Ben opens the door, and Anne shakes her head and tries to clear her thoughts. But it's tough. She keeps thinking of those Adventure Book endings that you and she like so much, and the fact that she's living in one now doesn't seem to stop her from getting turned on, regardless.

The door definitely doesn't lead into the alley. Instead, it leads into a room. Anne can immediately tell this room is not just another part of the bar. It's a different building entirely. It might even be a different city. The moment the door is closed behind them, Anne can just tell that the Nowhere bar is no longer behind that closed door.

As she looks at it, she's stunned to see it's not even a door installed in a wall. It's just a free standing door with a frame so that it can still swing open and closed.

"My group and I managed to acquire this. For this very reason, actually," he comments with a nod.

There are two other things in this room besides the actual exit door and the doorway to Nowhere: a chair and a little table. Ben says to Anne, "Go ahead and take a seat. I'll go talk with the others and inform them about your situation, and then I'll come back for you."

"Er... okay," Anne replies, not really sure about that, but seeing no reason not to do it. As Ben steps through the door, the still St. Pauli dressed Anne takes a seat.

It's hard to tell how much time passes. Anne doesn't have a watch. Enough time passes that you start to get suspicious. Something is up.

Anne must feel the same way. She's moving a bit restlessly, the frills of her dress moving as she can't quite keep herself still. She looks around the blank, grey walls of the boring room, then down at the table by her side.

Wait...was that little bottle always there?

She blinks and looks more closely at the little bottle. There's a tiny label attached to it. It just says:

~Drink Me~