A tap on your shoulder breaks your reverie. You turn to find a slender fox eyeing you. <br>
“Say, you lookin' for a good time, pal?” he asks, his voice a gravelly drawl. "Got a proposition for you, something that'll make your heart pound faster than a cartoon bomb.'" <br>
You consider him, your gaze trailing the exaggerated curve of his grin. <br>
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Do you Find out more about his proposition -or- <br> Wave him off, deciding to continue watching the crowd
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