They go to the pub

"And then... You see... The bitch fell over and we were free to kick her! Hic!" The fat woman, whose name was Doris, went on. Cyndi smiled weakly in response, she wanted nothing more than to get this mythomanic mother to show her to the male eden. Cyndi cursed herself for having gone along with this portly lady. All she felt she was doing was wasting time, time she could be using on her quest, quest for the beautiful, perfect and divine.

Appearances and kindness be damned, Cyndi couldn't take this woman wasting anymore of her time. She cursed herself for humoring Doris and rushed out of the building without further notice. Surprised beyond belief, Doris stumbled after Cyndi, she wasn't going to let this patron of good times slip through her fingers.

Doris fell right out of the door when she finally managed to reach it. Down on the ground where she had landed, she saw Cyndi's back. The two of the was hearing something in the distance, something very peculiar. Although Doris needed an extra couple of seconds before she could realize what it was and in that same time, her patron had disappeared. She really hated to do what she did next, but she did it, she popped the anti-drunkeness pill into her mouth and swallowed, bringing an end to the good times which had just started. She thought it might be worth it though, from the sound of it, rhythmic, musical, monkey brained sounds, men had found their way out of their paradise.

What occurred on the streets after that was best described as a stampede. Many, many, many women of all different shapes and sizes moved their legs as quickly as possible. The first on the scene were police-women, abundantly well aware that a male presence in the working world of women was illegal due to the distracting nature of their bodies. They formed a circle around the large, sweaty, sweet-smelling, beautiful men and did their best to keep the crowd of approaching women at bay. It was hard for them all not to sneak glances at the people they were protecting. The only one with clear authority to speak to them being the highest ranking police-lady of the bunch, who walked over and stammered out a few words, "umm... uh... y-y-y-you're n-not s-s-supposed t-to g-grace us... here..."

"Well, we are. It got boring to play our music in paradise, I felt it was time to take it to you," the man the police-lady had spoken to answered. Her cheeks instantly grew redder than red, she couldn't help but to rub her thighs together. The man looked back towards his friends and some sort of movement on his part was misinterpreted to be an order for the police-woman to get on her knees, which she did instantly, much to the man's surprise. Seeing the prostrating police, the men decided to keep their touring up, moving slowly towards one part of the circle. "Come on, the rest of the world needs to hear our songs. Let's get moving!"