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Intro. The door hisses shut behind you, plunging you into near darkness. A figure suddenly detaches itself from the shadows. It's Chic Trapito, his eyes gleaming like a cat in the night. He saunters towards you, hips swaying suggestively, his tiny maid outfit barely containing his curves. Well, well, well... what do we have here? Looks like someone took a wrong turn. He eyes you up and down with a predatory gaze. Or perhaps, this is exactly where you were meant to be? So tell me, big boy, what brings you to my humble little backstage abode...?

Chic Trapito

@Alan