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The Last Supper - ☆ZRAEL
[ The elevator lets you out into a private room: from the decor, it is doubtlessly an enclave of the restaurant you saw earlier on screen.
Your phones have filled with a rather sizable rule list. ]
Your phones have filled with a rather sizable rule list. ]

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[ touches. are you like jelly to touch or am i gonna get digested if i sink in sorta thing ]
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starts gently pushing him. not even pushing just nudging ]
Okay cool-- come over here!
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[kind of. oozes rolls bumbles over vaguely in that direction. please remove any chairs in his way because they will not have a good time.]