You feel yourself suddenly relax so deeply and wonderfully; you can feel your head fill with cotton; like a veil of deep fog covering your thoughts and feelings; you just relax there and smile. You drift away from everything; feeling so wonderfully relaxed leaning against the front desk of the place; you don't really pay mind to the fact that the young green haired man appears disappointed. "Well I was sort of hoping you would be more resistant... perhaps you aren't apprentice material after all." You sigh, feeling a little disappointed in yourself as well; although you aren't sure if you felt that way because he suggested you did poorly; why did you do poorly? You begin trying to think; but the the thick fog makes it hard and slow work.
As you are attempting to do this the Storyteller shrugs and sets the vial down in a slot in the desk still uncorked; and pulls out a second vial this one has a pink solution in it. He uncorks this one as well and puts it into another slot next to the one already containing the first. The scent from this second one mixes with the first; and as it introduces itself you swear that it smells just like sex.