<em>[comin' from the Parlour]</em><br/><br/>"Well I'll be..." Drake said, looking around "...it feels almost like home."<br/><br/>He was still holding Madame Saru by her arm, and his gaze was running on the funky construction in front of him. He was seeming genuinely impressed although... for some reason he did not seem to be looking at the construction as it was but rather at... something beyond.<br/><br/>"It seems that more than one half of this funhouse is... unusual. Are you sure that your guests come out all in one piece from here?"<br/><br/>Drake smiled and turned to look at Madame. He<em>had</em>to swallow for the third time that day, as her curvaceous figure filled again his eyes. For some reason it seemed that every time his gaze met her, Drake's brain started trying to wander around in different directions, some of which definitely NOT proper...<br/><br/>He kicked himself inwardly. It was not acceptable that a single woman - although likeable and beautiful - could send his mind heading for the gutter that way... especially NOT if that woman was a customer.<br/><br/>He tried to say something, to avoid staring too much at her bosom.<br/><br/>"Shall we have a look inside? I've always wanted to visit a Funhouse with a beautiful lady..."