I stepped through the doorway expecting to enter the face of battle.
But instead I appeared to be im a luxury hotel suite holding my feather duster. Walking around the suite I felt compelled to clean but everything was already immaculate. The bar was fully stocked. The bed made and pulled down. The bathroom looked brand new with a bright red jacquizzi made for two.
I swished my feather duster over the tub (what a stupid program).
It was then I felt a hand reach up my skirt.
Startled, I turned to face this stranger who was just as surprised to see me as I was to see him.
"You are not my French Maid, GiGi."
"Of course I am not 'Your' French Maid . I'm not a maid at all. My name is Da--... uh...Da... Misty." David almost slipped and let this man know he was really a guy. "This is a mistake. I'm not supposed to be a Maid at all."
"Not supposed to be a maid?" He asked. "Well, Daisy, Let me introduce myself, I am Lancelot" said the man.
Oh my God, the game's master. This could be really really good. Oh my God... thiss could be really, really bad. Fear overtook me, and I stood petrified paced a circle around me and studied me closely.
"You are that Dancer from the club. You're that Misty. How did you get out??? This stupid program is doing all kinds of crazy things." He scratched his chin and genuinely looked puzzled. "Wait a second... are you a player??? Lemme take a look at who you really are."
