User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2017/@comment-7345250-20170617035926


 * The next moment, Inari finds herself in a dark atmosphere that is literally poisonous. It is all but unbreathable, being loaded with opium fumes. A tin lamp on a crate in the middle of the floor dimly illuminates the place with a spirituous blue flame.


 * About the walls, ten or twelve bunks are arranged and mostly occupied. Cultured pony and humble ox alike lie motionless in bed, save the one or two that are squatting upright and noisily sucking at the little metal pipes.


 * There is a more distinct door up some stairs at the end of this room. None of the drug's slaves bother to accost Inari, but those that remain conscious of their surroundings look at her curiously.