'Punk' Sanctum

You do a double take.

Sure, you had an inkling of an idea of what you might expect in here, but this... This seemed to go far deeper than you expected.

For starters, you had all the aspects of punk on full display. Pictures of questionable things as if to shock people, lots of spikes and leather. But you get the impression that this isn't quite true. Can't put your finger on why exactly though. A hunch, almost.

"Huh..." you mumble, voice holding strong for the moment. You turn to Thorn and take a deep breath. "Is there anywhere your princess can sit herself down?"

Thorn looks away, grabbing a chair. Very carefully, you sit yourself down. But not before catching sight of a princess doll. Decked out in black, it looks like its been misplaced.

So you bend down and grab hold. For now, you cradle it in your lap. It's quite cute, with a pretty white face and yellow eyes. Sure, Thorn has her beautiful red eyes and hair you can't describe. But the blonde locks of the doll look exquisite.

That doesn't explain why such a doll had been casually misplaced. While this is a make or break moment, it couldn't hurt to ask.

Right?