She takes you out for a night on the town!

At first you can't believe Abigail when she tells you her plans. I mean, sneaking out to go party in the real world and sneaking back into quarantine has to be impossible, but then she shows you the ticket stubs from various porn theaters in the area dated as recently as three days ago! The Vixen Victim proves her foxiness again and again, and yet she keeps catching you off guard.

You really can't believe you let her try to talk you into it. Abigail knows you will get in even more trouble than she does if you let her go out alone, and she lets that unspoken understanding underlie her appeal to let her test herself in the real world so she knows for sure she can resist the temptation to backslide into blissfully blank bully bait.

You really, reeeeally can't believe she actually planned to escape through the ventilation system, using your bimboi bodies' unfathomable flexibility and ability to ignore pain and heal so you avoid every camera and motion sensor and security guard on the way out...and back in.

You really, reeeeally, reeeEEEEAAally can't believe that the plan actually worked! Or how horribly horny all the pain killers made you once you finally snapped back in place on the street. You hope this wasn't part of Abigail's master plan, but knowing her, having you even more on edge and needy than usual is, if not a lynch pin of her scheme, then at least a welcome side effect.

You really, reeeeally, reeeEEEEAAally REEEEEEEEEAAALLLY can't believe she is taking you to The Studded Belt, a notorious dive bar for rough trade ruffians and the most ****, degenerate bimbois. You have heard rumors of sex trafficking, even **** rings operating out of there. You try to warn Abigail about their rep, but it just makes her drag you to the door even more insistently.

You absolutely can believe it when a slat opens in the solid steel door of the bar and a pair of dull, dead eyes stares right through you before lighting on Abigail. "Aaaaabby! Anything goes Abby!" Of course she's a regular. It makes her whole impossible plan make perfect sense. Only a pit of perdition like this is worth the risk of ending up in remedial ward to a wanton wimp like 'Abby'. Or maybe the punishment is a promise she keeps putting off, a part of her wanting to be locked up so her better angels don't have to suffer the guilt of her demonic desires infecting innocent bois? Then again, maybe she just has a thing for leather daddies...or is that just you?

The grizzled bouncer, who looks frustrated at having run out of skin to tattoo, escorts Abby and you through a hallway that might have been used in one of the later Saw movies to a bar that seems to be Roadhouse meets the gay bar from Police Academy meets Dante's Inferno for the Xbox 360. You feel a pang of vicarious shame at how Abigail is immediately influenced by her illicit instincts and literally starts drooling. Then you feel a stab of solidarity sympathy as you feel your own shameful slobber slide down your cherubic chin.

"Any Hole Will Do Abby! You're like the cunt that came back! You just couldn't stay away!" A man mountain with a face that looks like it picked a fight with a chainsaw and won shouts at Abigail and you wonder how you can get out of this jam with your soul intact. She doesn't seem nearly as concerned for her soul. She leaps into the leather step grand daddy's arms, wraps her legs around him possesively, and slides her tongue past his barbed beard into his moaning mouth. You stare in shock as she sucks his face like it's an oxygen mask and her plane's going down.

You don't know why you are so surprised...or so disappointed. She's told you in as many ways as she can that's she's a manipulative minx with a twisted talent for tricking bullies into buggering her hard and humiliating and exactly like she loathes to love. Dragging you into it is a new kink, but it fits in with her perverse pathology. If she can drag you down to Hell with her, then you she won't have to think about your appeals to her hurting heart. You sympathize with her anew, if only because a part of you wishes you could let go for one night too.

You definitely prefer girls, but way deep down in your lizard brain lies a longing lust for dick head daddies that makes you wish you could find the meanest, ugliest, most hateful hunk of horror in this depraved dungeon and ride his hog until he takes you back to his trailer park to be his pretty pound puppy. It's not an urge you are particularly proud of, but you can't say you blame Abigail for indulging. Maybe a night off would do you some good...it's not like you are going to find anything but 100% studs here. It might be the only way to keep Abigail safe until she can get this out of her system, but who's gonna watch your ass? With all the eyes on you like hungry hands and hard, arrogant pricks bulging in their pants, you know you better decide fast, while the decision is still yours.