Jezebelle was wandering around the island, looking for a drug outlet, or even an oppitunity to get herself transformed into something cool like a werewolf or werecat.
She came to an old gothic stone building. The sign read 'DUNGEON OF FUN'
"'Dungeon of fun?' how mixed up is that?" she muttered to herself "Dungeons aren't meant to be fun!". The dungeon part appealed to her, so she decided to check it out.
"Is this free?" she asked.
"Oh yes," replied the bald guy at the entrance "You'll need to remove your shoes though."
Jezebelle sighed, removed her size 10 Doc Martins and striped stockings and entered the dungeon barefoot. "Probably a ball pool or inflatable castle", she muttered "Not that they'll be much fun"