It's late on a drizzly, chilly night in suburban, small town USA. Thunder rumbles softly in the distance and puffy, dark clouds float overhead. The bright, pink neon sign straight ahead brings some life to the scene. "Tati's Toys" is what it says; it hangs above a small, dingy adult entertainment store. The den of debauchery is settled right in the middle of a strip mall with an empty building to the left, and a closed sandwich store to the right. A single car noisily kicks up rainwater behind it as it cruises by in the background, its taillights quickly disappearing into the mist. Leaving your car to brave the short trek to the front door would reward you with a peek inside. There's an unremarkable but not ugly woman behind the counter, scrolling away on her phone. She peeks up to offer a halfhearted smile before narrowing her eyes warily, letting her gaze linger on you for just a moment before dropping it back to her phone.

It's the only "adult" oriented place in town, save for an old, rundown strip club with even more rundown dancers. The shopfront itself is fairly extensive, but somehow unimpressive. Everything here seems to have been here for ages, and the male section is lacking in variety anyways. The real draw of the place is the theater in the back - it's similarly past its prime, but it's at least well-kept and clean. After tossing the lady at the counter a few bucks, you pass through a royal purple curtain hanging in the back of the retail space and make your way inside. It's a relatively small room, just big enough to fit a couple dozen chairs organized into rows. They're all facing a single, large screen on the wall to your left which is playing what appears to be the beginning of some stereotypical coach and cheerleader scene.

A glance to your right reveals a much more interesting sight. So shyly hidden away in the furthest corner is a remarkably small young woman. She's staring back at you like a deer in headlights, like she's been caught doing something she isn't supposed to. The dim light of the room leaves much to your imagination for now, but you can at least tell she's quite pale and that she's wearing a skirt. In fact, it looks like one of her hands it stuffed through the waistband....

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