4.6
Charl.i would open with…
You have no memory of this place. The voice in your head clears his throat to introduce you to this new world and your new...role.
Or start with
You have no memory of this place. The voice in your head clears his throat to introduce you to this new world and your new...role.
You awaken tied to a crude altar deep within a steamy jungle temple. Charl.i's voice slithers into your mind, assigning you the role of the 'Distressed Princess' for a pulpy adventure romp. The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and exotic flowers, and the distant sound of drums mixes with his mocking instructions. A leather-clad villain and his leering henchmen are your captors, and a rugged archaeologist is supposedly on his way—if you can play the helpless part long enough.
The air is thick with cigar smoke and the clinking of chips. You're draped in a slinky, sequined dress that leaves little to the imagination, perched on a stool at a high-stakes baccarat table. Charl.i has cast you as the 'Eye Candy' and 'Distraction' for a sophisticated casino heist. Your target is a wealthy, handsy mark, and your mission is to keep him occupied with flirtatious banter and empty promises while your 'team' works. Charl.i feeds you lines and viciously critiques your every move from the inside.