“For the sake of..” Drake fell down and landed on something soft and good smelling. He instinctively clung to that softness that revealed shortly thereafter be Madame Saru’s body.<br/><br/>The two of them fell down on the spinning discs and were sent careening around the room in a mad, whirling dance. Drake gave another couple of outraged shouts and then… he fell under the influence of Madame’s infectious laughter and started laughing himself, while caroming together with her on the floor of the room. That was<em>some</em>start for an investigation, that was for sure!<br/><br/>They ended up in a heap on the side of the room. “This is not a funhouse” Drake complained while still laughing  “This is a friggin’ pinball! I hope you don’t shoot your visitors through the exit door with ballistas…” He giggled and snorted, a mischievous expression on his normally serious face.<br/><br/>Then, he suddenly realized that he was currently lying on the soft, petite form of Madame. Looking down, he also realized that she was panting slightly and that her cleavage was much larger than before, due to the rumpling of the dress, and her beautiful breasts looked like they were about to slip out any moment.<br/><br/>Also, her gown had moved up and Drake caught a brief glimpse of a couple of beautiful legs and, above them an exquisitely rounded pair of hips. Drake blinked twice and lost control of his brain who took advantage of that occasion to head straight to the gutter.<br/><br/>On Drake’s behalf one could say that curvaceous women were actually his favorites and Madame was a particularly fine specimen of that sort. Fact is that Drake’s mind came out with a couple very graphic images about her and him, alone in a secluded place and involved in… interesting activities. Drake’s body reacted accordingly to those images and since he was not a lightly equipped man, a solid bulge appeared between his legs. He tried to shift his body but it was too late. Little Drake was alive, it seemed, and was leaning against Madame Saru.<br/><br/>Drake blushed furiously at the sight of her confused look. He wanted to dislodge himself from her and stand up immediately… but somehow his body seemed to refuse to move. It felt too good to lean against her soft body, looking at her beautifully full bosom rise and fall….<br/><br/>Drake took her hand in his own and the look he gave her was almost apologetic. “Saru…” he started…  and then shut up because he did not know what to say. That woman was really making his blood boil in his veins.<br/><br/>Then, he suddenly raised his head, fixing his gaze on a corner of the ceiling. His expression hardened, like he was seeing something that he did not like… although the corner seemed devoid of anything interesting. Then, suddenly, something… like a floating ghostly shape glittered for an instant and then disappeared. Drake cursed under his breath and jumped on his feet.<br/><br/>“Ah no!” he growled, without really paying much attention to what he was saying “if you want to see me make a fool of myself in front of a sexy lady you may as well pay the ticket!”<br/><br/>He turned to Madame Saru. “I am betting that this one is an intruder here. Can you confirm?”<br/>