Crossing a narrow bridge over the darkening canal you enter the Puppet Quarter. The labyrinth of winding cobblestone streets confuses and intrigues. The perfume of the quarter is seductive, evoking memories of travels through a hundred cities.
Danger and desire inhabit this zone . . . and will inscribe their clawings on your no longer innocent flesh should you choose to continue.
Looking back you can just make out the arch at the bridge. You realize that if you decide to explore the Puppet Quarter further you may not be able to find your way back through the glimmering maze.
As you turn to leave you detect a strangely familiar silhouette at the far end of the street. Claude!
Cloaked in black, her hair streaming behind her, she moves so quickly you find yourself almost running to keep from losing her. She entices by her elusiveness.
Unspeakable dangerous tendencies begin to reveal themselves in your quickening heartbeat, the constriction in your throat, the trembling of your hands.
You quicken your pace, desperate now not to let her disappear.