Shokushu Spaceport 2
You find yourself in the workshop area. Somehow you feel that this is a part of the spaceport not often seen by the myriad of vistors who flock through the complex day after day. Machinery and part-repaired robots lie everywhere. You assume that someone can make sense of this chaos but that someone is not you. Then you wonder why the attractive redhead suggested you come here. Maybe she was playing a trick on you? Or maybe she had a nervous twitch and you just interpreted an inadvertent movement as a message from someone unaware of your existence?
As you look around ready to leave, a pretty young woman approaches you. She seems to work here judging by the overalls and toolbelt she is wearing. Though even those utilitarian garments cannot hide the ultimate femininity of her body. If only you had a girl like this to service your car! But maybe its just as well you don't. You can hardly afford to keep it running as it is, without sabotaging it regularly just to get close to a sexy mechanic.
'Let me guess,' she says brightly, 'A girl with long red hair sent you here, right?' You nod dumbly. 'I thought so. That's my sister. She's so good to me. Yes, you'll do very nicely. Are you ready?'
'Ready for what?' you ask, feeling especially stupid as she regards you expectantly.
'You mean she didn't .... I mean, you're not .... oh, I'm so embarrassed!'
'What is it?'
'The game! The role-play! She didn't ....'
'No, she didn't say a word. Just pointed through here.'
'Oh, that little minx!'
'Still,' you letch at the swellings in the top of her overalls, 'if you're looking for someone to play with ......'
'Would you? Oh, would you really? Oh, that is so super! Wonderful! Just pop through there then and put on the clothes. Go through the inside door and I'll catch up with you in a minute.'
Wondering if this is all an elaborate practical joke and half expecting someone to jump out with a hidden camera at any moment, you walk towards the row of doors. The one she indicated is unmarked. Where will you go?