> You hum dulcet tones as you begin to whirl around a lamp post, tenderly pulling back the garbage bag-turned-tunic to reveal sultry skin.
> Soon a crowd appears to gawk at your audacious performance, but the sexual energy produced by your gyrations--much like an electric dynamo--consumes the crowd and transforms them into a throbbing mob.
> You are smothered under six feet of writhing, thrusting flesh.
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> GAME OVER
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