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  Where do babies come from
  Added on Apr 5, 2007

  rinth girl finds out about babies.

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  You think:
       "where do babies come from?"

  At your table, the tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak says in sirihish, rolling her eyes:
       "Fine. Come on."

  The tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak stands up from a sturdy old bar.

  
  stand
  You stand up from a sturdy old bar.

  follow brown
  You now follow the tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak.

  The tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak walks west.
  You follow the tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak, and walk west.

  
  ~they travel through the dark alleys~

  Stalking into a shadowy cul-de-sac, the tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak says to you, in sirihish:
       "Alright, kid. Here'ss how it worksss."

  Mouse nods her head silently.

  
  Lifting your skirt up carelessly, the tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak says to you, in sirihish:
       "Here, your private bitss, the guysss will pay good sid to poke their pecker in there."

  Mouse places her hand on the skirt, pushing the cloth down as she looks at the tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak hey eyes wide.

  
  The tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak says to you, in sirihish:
       "You won't like it much if you're not wanting it, but it's the sssid that countss."

  
  Gesturing vaguely, the tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak asks you, in sirihish:
       "Ever ssee anyone in the back of a tavern, fumbling around on top of eachotherss?"

  Mouse shakes her head, still wide eyed.

  
  Planting her hands on her hips, the tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak asks you, in sirihish:
       "Krath, kid, you never sseen a whore at work? You grow up with your head in the ground?"

  Mouse nods her head dumbly, her expression lost..

  The red orb of Jihae ascends over the horizon.
  The pale orb of Lirathu ascends over the horizon.

  
  The tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak asks you, in sirihish:
       "Fine. Right. Down there where your thighss meet, place that feels funny if you poke it.. know the ssspot?"

  Mouse looks down her body for a moment, then nods her head.

  Nodding, the tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak says to you, in sirihish:
       "Good. If you get a guy to pay you for it, you lay down on the floor with your legsss out, and let them do what they paid for."

  Mouse stares down her body confused, then glances up at the tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak.

  
  The tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak says to you, in sirihish:
       "You gonna wanna ask ----- for ssome mul mix or you might have a baby. Don't want that right now."

  Mouse looks more then a little lost as she looks down at her body again.

  
  In a simple, explanatory tone, the tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak says to you, in sirihish:
       "That'ss where babiesss come from. Guy payss whore, ssshe forgets mul mix, and a year later sshe has a little baby."

  
  The tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak says to you, in sirihish:
       "Sseen it lotss of times. It'ss how babiess are made."

  Mouse frowns confused as she  gestures  to the nearby wall she begins to draw on it.

  
  Using her finger, Mouse draws out a man with a baby, then him putting the baby inside a girl.

  Mouse looks back at the tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak questioning.

  
  The tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak says to you, in sirihish:
       "Uh... yeah, only it'ss a tiny tiny baby when it getss inside. Like a little ssspirit."

  Studying the drawing with a puzzled face, the tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak says to you, in sirihish:
       "I think."

  Mouse loses most of the color in her face as she looks at the drawing she made.

  The tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak says to you, in sirihish:
       "Anyway, don't matter. You're not making babiess, hopefully."

  The tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak says to you, in sirihish:
       "If you do, we can prolly ssstuff them in the orphanage."

  Gesturing a clawed hand expansively, the tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak says to you, in sirihish:
       "Sso when the cusstomer's paid, you find a place... old building or sssomething. Take off them there clothess, and do what they ssays."

  Mouse looks down her body, confusion glittering in her eyes.

  The tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak says to you, in sirihish:
       "Hurtss like Krath's sshine the firssst time, that'ss why you sshould have a friend do it carefully."

  Mouse turns deadly pale as she looks up at the tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak.

  Shrugging, the tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak asks you, in sirihish:
       "Instead of ssome drunk bassstard. Get it?"

  Mouse nods her head dumbly, looking shocked..

  Looking you over, the tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak asks you, in sirihish:
       "Alright, you get what I'm ssaying?"

  Mouse shakes her head then nods her head, still looking pale.

  Patting your shoulder awkwardly, the tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak says to you, in sirihish:
       "You'll get the hang of it. Not difficult."

  You think:
       "what on earth is going to happen to me?"

  With a morbid grin, the tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak says to you, in sirihish:
       "At leasst you have a decent chance at the job. My beauty daysss are over."

  Mouse blinks dumbly, only glancing to the hand.

  Strolling back down the alley, the tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak says to you, in sirihish:
       "Oh, and if a woman payss you, you're sssaving mul mix and the job'ss easier. Jusst a bit different."

  The tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak stealthily moves west.
  You follow the tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak, and stealthily move west.

   

  You think:
       "where do babies come from?"

  At your table, the tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak says in sirihish, rolling her eyes:
       "Fine. Come on."

  The tall figure in a tattered, brown hooded cloak stands up from a sturdy old bar.

  
  stand
  You stand up from a sturdy old...

  
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