After studying the different directions you decide to pick the arrow reading "Crown Creek". You think this might be interesting. The "crown" word means it is related to royalty. It piques your interest. Your curiosity, certainly. You go down this path, your mind buzzing with possibilities. You'll take a peek and at worse, you shall return upon your steps and select another destination. Yet as you go down to said Crown Creek, you start imagining what it might be. Shall it be a paster and plastic pink castle worthy of cheap theme parks? Since you are a girl, this princess-y setting would not bother you too much. You might take a stroll and laugh at the pink decor and horses with false cheap horns to make them pass for unicorns. It would be fun to look at and imagine how much you liked all this being a little girl. It would be a return to childhood, of sorts. Maybe they'd give you the clothes and accessories to dress up as a princess. It would be fun for at least twenty minutes. Unless... Unless it was a castle with fun things to do for adults. This was Pleasure Island, after all. Who knows? The princes might be great hunks there to attend your every whim and desires. Guys dressed as princes. Even with cheap costumes, it would certainly be most entertaining and a great thing to tell your friends once back home. So you daydream as your steps lead you to Crown Creek. And when you spot the castle, you gasp. This isa no kitsch replica! It is a medieval castle with tall towers and little flags, with a gurgling, winding creek right in front of it. The stone is of a grey and violet colour and amazing to behold. You rush there, impatient to see what might be inside. It must be just as beautiful and extravagant as the outside! Ads you cross the grand entrance though, you feel a blast of warm air and your body starts to alter itself.