It was a heady, intoxicating festival in a strange land. You now find yourself arm in arm with two beautiful strangers, stumbling along the banks of the dark, twinkling river. A boat's siren mournfully booms, it fills you with a strange fear until the delightful rush of their laughter pulls you back from the abyss. Onward, onward towards debauchery and redemption you fall. The Sun will not be here for many hours yet.

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