text: > look in the door
  It is open.
  
  > Go north
  "Welcome, ma petite." Lafond bows you in.
  
  Lafond's bedroom shows all the outpourings of his megalomania. Royal hues of purple and gold weigh down the hangings on the bed and the eastward window, as if trying to smother the moonbeam shining in. Lafond is leering, lip curled.
  A lace-covered table crouches beside a wing-backed chair in one
  corner. Sitting on the table is a green goblet, a blue goblet and a flagon.
  "Have some wine." Lafond pours wine into two glasses, giving a blue
  one to you. "Drink this down. We have a long night ahead of us." He drains his own.
  
  > put the Laudanum in the green goblet
  Lafond bounds to your side, grabbing the leather bottle out of your hand before you can use it. "What have we here? Trying to poison yourself? Or me?" He throws it out the shutters.
  Lafond waits impatiently for you to drink.
  
  > drink the wine
  You empty the blue goblet of wine.
  "Good girl," he says, "Let's see more cooperation of this sort." Suddenly, the door slams open. It is Jamison, coatless, sword bared, his shirt ripped. "Thank God I am not too late. Leave, darling, before I skewer this dog to his bedposts," he cries. The scar on his cheek gleams coldly.
  With a yell, Crulley and the butler jump out of the darkness behind him. Nicholas struggles, but soon lies unconscious on the floor.
  "Take him to the dungeon," Lafond says, setting down his glass.
  "You, butler, stay nearby. I do not wish to be disturbed again.
  "Now that we are rid of that intrusion, cherie, I will change into something more comfortable. Pour me more wine." He crosses to the wardrobe removing his coat and vest, turned slightly away from you.
  
  > pour the wine in the green goblet
  You fill the green goblet with wine.
  "In private, call me Jean, or whatever endearment you choose, once I have approved it." Lafond is looking into the wardrobe.
  
  > put the Laudanum in the green goblet
  You squeeze three colorless drops into the green goblet. You sense Lafond hesitate, then continue primping.
  The butler enters, laying a silver tray of cold chicken on the
  table. "The kitchen wench has gone, your grace. I took the liberty of fetching these myself." He bows and leaves the room.
  "Sprinkle some spices on the fowl, ma petite," Lafond says, donning
  a long brocade robe, his back to you. "They are hot, but delicious."
  
  > put the spice on the chicken
  You're not holding the spices.
  "Tsk. The cook has gone too far. She shall be 'leaving us'
  tomorrow." Lafond adjusts the lace at his neck.
  
  > take the spice
  You take a pinch of spices between your thumb and forefinger.
  Lafond strolls to the table smiling slyly. "But you haven't finished pouring the wine." He tops off both glasses. "Which glass was mine? I seem to have forgotten." He points at the green goblet and smiles in a way that does not grant you confidence. "Is this it?"
  
  > put spice on the chicken
  You sprinkle some spices on a wing and nibble at it. The peppery heat hits you like a wave, leaving you gasping, eyes watering.
  "Ah yes, of course." Lafond obligingly takes the green goblet, shrugging off your lack of cooperation.
  He inhales deeply of the bouquet of his wine, then turns to you.
  "You must think me very naive to fall for such a trick. I saw you pour something into one of these glasses -- although I cannot smell it." He switches goblets, setting the green goblet into your nerveless grasp and taking up the other, smiling evilly. "Now you will drink from the cup intended for me."
  
  > throw the green goblet at Lafond
  The delicate glass of the green goblet shatters into pieces.
  Lafond smacks you hard across the face with the back of his hand, "Fool." He casts aside all formalities.
  
  > pour the wine in the blue goblet
  You fill the blue goblet with wine.
  The butler enters, laying a silver tray of cold chicken on the
  table. "The kitchen wench has gone, your grace. I took the liberty of fetching these myself." He bows and leaves the room.
  "Sprinkle some spices on the fowl, ma petite," Lafond says, donning
  a long brocade robe, his back to you. "They are hot, but delicious."
  
  > put the Laudanum in the blue goblet
  You squeeze three colorless drops into the blue goblet. You sense Lafond hesitate, then continue primping.
  "Tsk. The cook has gone too far. She shall be 'leaving us'
  tomorrow." Lafond adjusts the lace at his neck.
  
  > take the spice
  You take a pinch of spices between your thumb and forefinger.
  Lafond strolls to the table smiling slyly. "Which glass was mine? I seem to have forgotten." He points at the green goblet and smiles in a way that does not grant you confidence. "Is this it?"
  
  > put the spice on the chicken
  You sprinkle some spices on a wing and nibble at it. The peppery heat hits you like a wave, leaving you gasping, eyes watering.
  "Ah yes, of course." Lafond obligingly takes the blue goblet,
  shrugging off your lack of cooperation.
  He inhales deeply of the bouquet of his wine, then turns to you.
  "You must think me very naive to fall for such a trick. I saw you pour something into one of these glasses -- although I cannot smell it." He switches goblets, setting the blue goblet into your nerveless grasp and taking up the other, smiling evilly. "Now you will drink from the cup intended for me."
  
  > Yes
  You nod.
  "Ah yes, of course." Lafond obligingly takes the green goblet.
  He inhales deeply of the bouquet of his wine, then turns to you.
  "You must think me very naive to fall for such a trick. I saw you pour something into one of these glasses -- although I cannot smell it." He switches goblets, setting the green goblet into your nerveless grasp and taking up the other, smiling evilly. "Now you will drink from the cup intended for me."
  
  > Drink green goblet
  You can't drink a green goblet!
  The spices dribble out from between your fingers.
  "Drink. We must not waste all night." Lafond pushes the glass toward your mouth.
  
  > Drink
  [What do you want to drink?]
  
  > drink wine
  You empty the green goblet of wine.
  The spices dribble out from between your fingers.
  "Good girl," he says. Lafond takes the leather bottle and drops it
  out the window. "You shall not need this. You may suffer no headaches in my employ."
  He lifts his glass to drink, but stops. "Your father, for all his idiotic meddling in other people's business, is not a fool. I doubt you are, either." He calls in the butler, ordering him to empty the blue goblet. The man reports no odd taste and returns to his post.
  
  > throw the spices at Lafond
  You're not holding the spices.
  Lafond draws near, whispering indecencies. He caresses your lily
  white neck, his fingers ice-cold despite the tropic heat.
  
  > eat the chicken
  You sprinkle some spices on a wing and nibble at it. The peppery heat hits you like a wave, leaving you gasping, eyes watering.
  Lafond slides his hand up your neck and into your hair, letting it
  fall down your back in thick waves and tresses. He lays everything you carry on the floor.
  
  > Inventory
  You have your reticule (hanging from your wrist). It seems that your reticule contains a bit of mirror, a missive, a jewelled brooch, smelling salts and a banknote. You are wearing a beautiful ball gown, a garter, your kid slippers and a linen chemise.
  One by one Lafond undoes your buttons. He pulls open your bodice.
  Your clothes float to the floor.
  You hear a "thump-phoosh," like someone slumping against a wall.
  
  > Stab Lafond with pin
  To put it bluntly, neither the jewelled brooch nor you are very sharp. Lafond runs his fingers down your naked spine, and compliments your body. He removes his dressing gown.
  
  > wear the chemise
  [taking the linen chemise first]
  Lafond stops you.
  Lafond kisses your shoulder, your neck, your ear. "Close your eyes,
  if you will," he taunts, "and pretend I am your dearest Captain Jamison. But I am greater than he will ever be." He kisses you, his lips thin and cold.
  
  > go south
  Lafond whirls you around. "My pretty, you came here freely, but you may not leave freely."
  Lafond leads you over to the bed.
  
  > kick Lafond
  Lafond grabs your hair and pulls your head sharply back, clinching your arms to your sides. Twisting your wrist, pain stabbing down your arm, he forces his mouth on yours, hard, thrusting, cutting your lips. He releases you. "Let that be a warning to you, my love."
  Lafond pulls the sheets up to cover you both, pressing his long
  flaccid body against yours. Waves crash against the base of the cliff.
  
  > Scream
  Papa always says, "Action, not reaction, girl!"
  Lafond pulls the sheets up to cover you both, pressing his long
  flaccid body against yours. Waves crash against the base of the cliff.