His fingers were still extending down under the robe as the strokes lengthened. Soon enough, it seemed simpler to just slip her arms out of the sleeve... so Robbie could roll the robe the rest of the way down her back, folding it back so it lay across her firmly rounded butt.Now he began the serious part of the massage, running up and down the full length of her back, adding more of the soothing oil as needed, digging in just slightly with his thumbs to follow the bones of her spine and ribs,. The blockish structure is weathered, but in fairly good condition. The lowest level is a bar called The Tapper. Ignoring the sign that says you must be 21 to enter, you push the door open and walk in.“Hey!” the woman behind the bar calls out when she sees you walk in, “You need to be 21.” You stop and look her over. She seems pretty average. She stands about five and a half feet tall. Her double D cups sag slightly over the slight paunch she carries. Her face isn’t unattractive, but the streaks. I assumed I’d be turned into a clone of someone’s favorite anime waifu or something, and made peace with it. Instead, they offered me a job.••••••••••They wanted a beta tester for a product they were developing. An immersive full recreation of a fictional setting, with access to an extremely pay-to-win cash shop. They had tens of millions in production, and I’d be matched with one and go through the experience they were developing for their customers. If my experiences and feedback provide them. Streetwalkers wandered the area. One night a friend got me into an i*****l crap game in the back room of a bar there. My guess is the game was allowed so long as the village got a cut. The village police would leave you alone as long as you didn't cause any trouble. The local TV news would launch an "investigation" into the area every year or so, but nothing ever changed. I recall one reporter asking the mayor onscreen, "How can you allow strip joints within blocks of your elementary school?".