Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Quarter/Diya/Accept/Alone/Town/Honest

"Uhh... well..." you say, "I'm not gonna lie, I do find the girls attractive, especially Diya. I don't want to rape them though, I really don't want it to be because of one of the town's punishments."

The women are all looking at you and there is an oppressive silence in the air, and you can't really shake the feeling that you just stepped on some sorta land-mine. "Well," the madam of the establishment says, walking up between you and the Victorian-dressed prostitute who had been grilling you, "I think we have probably heard enough for today, Mr. Gardner. I think you should probably leave."

Those words seem tantamount to a death sentence to you, and it is as though a bucket of ice water has just been poured over your shoulders. "I.." you stammer, "I really don't want to hurt either of them," you tell her, receiving a finger over the lips in response.

"Yes, we got that Mr. Gardner," she replies, "while I don't like this, I do understand. We'll be in contact, Ok?"

"Ahh.." you stammer dumbly.

"Well, our clients should begin arriving shortly," she says to you, "I would think it might be to your benefit as well not to be seen here. We don't want any nasty rumors running around, you did say you don't want to hurt the girls correct?"

With that logic, not to mention the steely hard stare-down you are getting from her, you have no choice but to comply. "Ahh.. yes.." you find yourself stammering, and then you find yourself walking as though your body is not your own as you turn to leave and stagger down the stairs. You eventually find your way to your car and leave.

• Still confused as to what just happened, you sit at home for the night.