The Crimson Room - Cosplayers

With a sharp intake of breath, you awaken.

Looking around, you realize that you're in a crimson room. Standing, you look around for an exit.

"I wouldn't bother with that, friend," A voice speaks up.

Whipping your head toward the voice, you see an olive-skinned man sitting at a matching table, sipping from a chalice.

"Who are you? Where am I?"

Sipping from his drink, the man sets it down, "I'm Jesse, this is The Crimson Room, and to answer the unspoken question. You, John, are here because you won."

"I... won?" you ask, confused.

"Yes. You've won the chance to fuck any of the many men, women, or people you so fancy."

"Unfortunately." He lugs a great tomb of a book out of nowhere before dropping it on the table. "I only have Cosplayers right now, so I guess I did lie a bit."

Still being out of it, you stand stuck in place before a snap breaks you out of it.

"Why don't you take a seat, my friend, " Jesse says gesturing towards the chair across from him.

Sitting down, you ask, "Is this some sort of joke?"

"No, no it's not, John. I'm very serious, " Jesse says.

Leaning forwards, he taps the book, "All you have to do is open this book and choose whomever you want."

He leaned back into his chair and said, "That is of course if you decide to stay here and pick."

Snapping your gaze from the book to him, "I can leave?"

"Of course. I wouldn't you to stay here. All you have to do is say you want to go home and you will, I promise friend."

Knowing that you can leave, you take a moment to look at the book before deciding.

"So then, " Jesse says, leaning forwards once again. "now that you know your choices. What do you choose?"