Club Discordia, Sin's After Hours

[Mr.Fabulous]

The woman frowned at the sound of the word 'injected'. Great... Well, the road to recovery never said it was gonna be easy. Maybe Doc will be merciful enough to say it'll only be something like a one- or two-syringe job. The last thing she needs right now is to know she's gonna be turned into a human pin cushion, when her condition would make the experience feel more like she just resigned herself to a firing squa-

... Wait a minute. "Senor... Did you just say there's a pool here? Es muy bueno, Senor! If I had known this station had a pool, I would've been staying there instead of drinking my worries away in a bar! And you say we can skinny dip there? Muy, MUY bueno!"

While the prospect of skinny dipping in the pool was, beyond all doubt, an opportunity she couldn't afford to pass up, a small voice inside told her she wasn't supposed to. But the Grog had now gone far too deep into her system, while the idea of a swim in the pool rebuked the distant voice and made it feel even more moot.

She slammed the tankard to the table and tried to stand up. A little wobbly, but still had fine enough motor control, apparently! "Senor, we have little time to lose! You must take me to this station's lovely swimming pool. My body screams to be pleasured as soon as possible." She offered her hand to the illustrious Doc Holliday, her eyes practically begging him to take her away to a whole new level of heaven.

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