Grumbling at you the two brute muscular men speak together in unison, as of they were programed to use one base of mentality to do the thinking for the both.
"You are to come with us, for causing a disturbance, damaging property, and being out of uniform!" They both said it, like a choir of two deep throated baritone voices.
Listening, you also stare at their dull expressionless faces, suggesting their wit might be dull and slow; you have a hope they are lax in reacting, being of such brute bulk and having limits to mentality.
A simple nod is your agreement, and they accompany you toward some main gray stone building standing near the center of the arcades.
When some balloon selling huckster comes to try his luck selling you a big balloon, you make your break, ducking between the balloons, dashing into a alley between Circe's House of Ill Repute, and the Mermaid's Massage Parlor.
A short sprint down the alley and you see not a sign of the two brute security men.
Slowing to just jogging along and seemingly in the right direction to get in due time down to the wharf, you happen to come face to face with a threesome of Circe's satyr women out having a smoke in the alley.
"Exercising, or running from the constabulary?" Asked a pretty face attached to one half goat and woman like naked body.
Natural excitement is felt by all, you stop and the three satyr women crowd around you, asking each a different question but all seemingly to the idea you need a place to hide.
The long and slim cigarettes are dropped to the wet surface of the alleyway, they take a hold to arms and wrists, tugging to enter the rear door of Circe's House of Ill-fated Reputes.
Your inkling suggests this is little more than some new entrapment like was the mirrored maze in that accursed fun house.
Decidedly, you go along with the three, hearing suddenly the deep toned voices of two obviously disgruntled security men, they trudging down along the alley, banging into garbage cans and kicking anything that got in their path.
Once just inside the back entrance to this place of wild and bestial repute, one satyr woman announces your three new friends each having names as, Alta, Francine, and Byrne. Alta does the talking, making mention that you must have come from the Fun House.
Stunned she could somehow know this fact, you ask her by what base of knowledge does she known from where you had come.
The three all laugh together, as Byrne reaches her hand to caress the side of a sweaty face only to alert its owner the skin he has is then sprinkled with growing and thickening donkey fur.
"Oh God no, please not me too!" you holler loudly, turning toward the exit again you take a half step, then facing the three lusty looking women, you inquire if they know of a way to stop the encroaching donkeydom.
They all say it together, "Our Mistress might have a way!" The three then burst out laughing, and surrounding you they press on deeper into the soft music and silky feeling house of ill repute that someone posing as if Circe the man hating witch does own, run, and do unto men as she sees fit!