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"I take it I don't meet them," you say. Death does not reply, merely continuing to keep her gaze on you. "If you change your mind, as long as I'm in this body, consider it a standing offer." You bow, indicating the conversation is over. "Farewell."

"You say you're a spirit?" Death sarcastically asks. "You must be from the 16th century." She heads off in a different direction than you.

You walk to a nearby cafe to fuel your body with a sandwich and a Gatorade. As you settle into your chair and prepare to eat and drink, you see two women with their eyes locked onto you.

One woman is early middle-age [you guess mid-40's] but in superb shape. Her long red hair flows in curly waves down over her shoulders. Her slim, muscular body is clearly the product of a lot of hours at the gym, and her small, firm chest needs no support. She's eying you like a predatory hawk eyes a field mouse prior to swooping down for the kill.

The other woman is perhaps in her early 20's. Judging by the backpack slung over her shoulders and textbook in her hands, she's a student at the local college. Her straight, black hair is in a neat ponytail. Her body is shorter, softer and curvier than the redhead's, and her large chest is making her bra strain to contain it beneath her T-shirt. She's looking at you in a way that a lost puppy might look at a potential master, her blue eyes supplying a soulful expression.

*[[Gesture for the redheaded cougar to approach your table]]
*[[Gesture for the brunette college student to approach your table]]
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