Phrank giggled and resisted being moved for a few moments, but eventually yielded.  The hopeful, appraising look that her urging earned Sunny might have been less welcome, though, and it only reminded the not-a-hippie that the Catgirl had more or less announced that given the opportunity, she'd be more than willing to play around for a while.  Still, Phrank gave Sunny plenty of room to get up without having her personal space invaded, and meekly fell in behind the pair as they left the greasy spoon.<br/><br/>"There are stairs.  There are other passages as well," Alice rolled her eyes.  "But we probably want to use something more conventional.  Most of the sneakier ways down are booby-trapped..."<br/><br/>Phrank sniggered at that choice of words.<br/><br/>"...because the Wax King doesn't like smartass home invasions and shit like that."<br/><br/>The girl led the way to what might have been the stairs to a subway station if this were a normal city and something sane like a subway was likely to be lurking about underneath.<br/><br/>"We should be safe enough, since the Market is still going on up here.  That makes the passages something like neutral ground until the bazaar closes at thirteen o'clock.  Even nightmares like to come and go without being eaten for breakfast."<br/><br/>"True," Prank admitted, a hint of sadness in her tone.<br/><br/>She's staring at your butt.  I think maybe she knows how much you liked your first anal.  She probably wants to do you that way, Sunny.  Wants to hear you moan and cry and complain while you love every second of it.<br/><br/>