The two of you are upstairs at the Grindhouse. The place is nearly empty, with the audience gone (no show) and most of the players at Yellowhouse. This room is furnished with a big mattress, a pair of mismatched couches, a vanity and doors to smaller rooms. Bon, there's a smell of old, dried blood here amid the rot. It's like the rest of Grindhouse, a Monet. Beautiful at a glance, gilded upon inspection.
But not August. She's the shining jewel, as ever. And she's about to undress you, Bon, if you'll alow it. Already nude herself, she is moving to some silent beat and treating you in every way you'd dreamed.
And August, are you here merely to fulfill Bon's wishes, her dreams so recently spoken aloud? Or is there a desire in your heart for the normally taciturn healer?
What do you do?