
"So," she says finally, sitting down cross-legged on the floor again. "Tell me everything you can about this other world of yours."
Look Miss Elfie... I say, leaning back against the chair, as I look down into her eyes. Everything's a lot of things. Maybe you should break it down, what are you most interested in? I ask, tilting my head, feeling like her tactics for getting information from me are erratic. She goes from trying to demand information, to trying to seduce me, to now trying to be my friend or protector. Military powers? Politics? Culture? I ask, not really knowing what she's wanting, or what these people plan for the information.

"Well," Eva says thoughtfully, tapping her chin with one finger. "I suppose I should start with the basics: What is your world like? How do people live there?" She pauses, considering for a moment before adding, "And how did you end up here, in Erotica?"
Her green eyes remain fixed on you as she waits expectantly for your answers. A part of her wonders if sharing this information will make it easier for her to send you home or if it'll only make things more complicated...