You leave Viola behind and head over to join the group, hoping your absence hasn’t been noticed. They are all looking at a table of what appears to be unmarked toothpaste tubes with great interest. Only JoJo glances up as you reach them, gesturing for you to come stand by her.

“Yes, but what do you mean it tastes like your favourite food?” asks Diega, “Whose favourite food?”

“It tastes different to everyone,” Kisska explains. “For example, to me it tastes like a Jammy Dodger. And I DO mean the biscuit,” she laughs loudly at this, slapping one of the nearby SAMMs on the back, which elicits a mechanical clank.

No one moves towards the table.

“It’s perfectly safe, I assure you! Plus it's the best lube you’ll ever use — ultra long lasting, silky smooth, safe for any type of toy.” You all step forward nervously and pick up a tube.

“Yes, just a dab will do,” Kisska says, “a little goes a long way.”

You squeeze a bit onto your finger and put it in your mouth. Your taste buds are immediately flooded with a smoky s’more, fresh from a crackling campfire.

JoJo smiles at you. “It tastes just like Georgie’s chili!” she exclaims. You grimace.

Diega eyes it suspiciously. “My mother’s pasta sauce is much better than this. Did you cut the basil with a knife instead of tearing it by hand?”

All of a sudden you hear a loud BANG from the other end of the room. A group of SAMMs is rushing towards the VR room in a tight pack. They emerge a second later with two SAMMs supporting a semi-conscious Viola, who is mumbling “more nose candy John?”. Another is wafting smelling salts under her nose as three other SAMMs follow, sharing the weight of her enormous handbag between them. Your group watches open-mouthed as the crowd zooms through the Inventing Room and back out the door to the Lube River.

“Well, you live and you learn,” Kisska says with a shrug. “Let’s move along, still plenty to see.”

Your (much smaller) group heads through the doors and into a long hallway with mirrored walls. There are holes cut in the walls at intervals, dark circles that seem to lead into nothingness.

“What are these?” JoJo asks, stopping a few feet away from you to inspect a hole at waist-height.

Kisska turns, looking excited. She was clearly waiting for someone to ask.

“Yes, well these are not quite ready for market, but I’m very excited about them. Go ahead, stick your hand in one.”

JoJo reaches through the hole, wincing in nervous anticipation. You feel something brush your ankle and see a disembodied hand reaching through a hole at your right. You jump, spooked, and Kisska laughs.

“Extendable Glory Holes!” she exclaims, beaming, “Perfect for long-distance relationships and covert coitus. Unfortunately we can only get them to work at a short distance for now, but science never rests!”

You feel JoJo’s hand rubbing your ankle softly and look up to see her giving you a devilish grin.

“Let’s carry on. Careful where you stick your appendages along the way.”

JoJo gets up and the two of you follow the group down the hallway. JoJo tugs your arm just as the group disappears around a corner.

“What is it? We’re going to lose them,” you say.

“What do you think’s in here?” JoJo asks, pointing to a door with a golden knocker in the shape of a vulva, the inner lips parted to reveal a peephole that you strain to see through. Beyond it is just darkness. JoJo turns the handle and the door creaks open a bit.

“It’s open! We should go in,” JoJo says.

You look anxiously down the hallway. “I don’t know. Kisska told us to follow her.”

“Well I won’t go without you. But c’mon, let’s just take a quick peek and we’ll catch up with them in no time!

Do you…