You stuff your face into Allandra's cleavage, which muffles out all the bar noise. Snuggling in, you wonder what Freud would say about this. After running out of air, you pull your head out of Allandra's rack to take a breath. But you find yourself in a back room of the bar. Allandra's pants are around her ankles and that does NOT look like female genitalia.

Go back to the beginning when you are done!