Two Four Six Eight How Shall We Precipitate<br/><br/>Rooting around, Sunny found a few vials and bottles amongst the ruin, but the labels were a little strange:<br/><br/>Essence of Angst<br/>Distillation of Adolescent Lust<br/>7% Solution of Rage<br/>Rarified Joy<br/><br/>Nothing quite normal, but perhaps she could find a way to use these regardless. Somehow.<br/><br/>Beyond the door, though, she found darkness of the sort normally found in wardrobes full of old fur coats.  Pushing her way deeper, she became quickly aware that there seemed to be a lot of hands about the place.  Even before the door closed behind her, she could feel hands, strong and furry hands, groping her butt...