She gets up from behind the podium, leading you to a door to the side. She knocks on the door three times before a voice tells you to come in, the water-filled toy holding the door open for you.

The room you step into is covered in silk drapery, a tie-dye bean bear sprawled across a lounge, wearing a black sequin-covered dress and what looks like high heels. He's looking over some kind of phone, and sets it down as you come closer. 

His voice is calm and collected, but you can't help but feel slightly nervous- this is the guy running the place, after all, and he looks like he knows what he's doing a hell of a lot more than you do.

You follow his gesture to an armchair, sinking in as you sit. It's way more comfortable than your time sitting in the road, and you know you're going to have a hard time getting up.

You hesitate, but end up nodding anyway. Looks like everybody just...has that figured out, damnit.

He hesitates. 
 

You look around the room at all the drapery, and then think of your choker.

He sighs, reclining slightly. 

He points to a large box full of haphazardly scattered garments.

You get out of the chair, already missing its soft cushion, and walk over to the box.

Good god, they've got everything in here. What do you even choose?

You pick out a thin, lacy shirt, and a poncho-like capelet to go over it- the shirt may not be too warm, but the capelet definitely is, and you feel like it's going to help a lot out in the cold. You pick out some thigh high boots while you're at it, the material weirdly conforming to your duck legs without much trouble. It's a bit hard to stand up straight with the heels, but you get used to it after a few minutes of walking in circles.

Laurie gestures for you to come back over, reaching into a box on his table and pulling out a heart shaped pin, along with a key with a large looking fob. 

A number changes on the fob, some kind of yet-to-start countdown. 

He gets up and heads for a bookshelf on the far side of the room, giving you a chance to dig out a warm skirt from the clothes box, slipping it on. 

He hands over a rather dense looking pamphlet, titled "SEXUALITY IN TOYS, A BEGINNER'S GUIDE" in friendly, easy to read font.

You pocket it, grateful that you picked out a skirt with storage space.

This is a lot to keep track of, but you think you've got it. Laurie extends a hand and after a moment's hesitation, you give it a good shake.

With that, you're lead out of the room and back into the lobby, Minnie waiting for you. 

She takes you through a curtain, the sound of laughter and people talking getting louder. The space you step into is large and packed with people, toys of all kinds sitting together and eating, some draped on each other in a way that makes you just a little bit self conscious. The energy is inviting, and you almost wish you could sit down and get your own meal- but work comes first, you're guessing.

The kitchen is far less busy, but there's a bunch of toys working here too- mimicking cutting and stirring motions with plastic tools, the toy food seeming to shift forms as they did. There was large, simplified food along with intricate and detailed miniatures, the latter making you feel even hungrier- somehow, even with your damaged memory, you know that's the good stuff. 

Minnie leads you over to a bean bear in an apron, her muted purple fabric suiting her kind expression.

She doesn't take her eyes off of the vegetables she's stir frying, a browned tint appearing on the edges of the plastic food. 

Minnie claps you on the shoulder and starts heading out. 

And with that, it's you and the chef, the bear tipping a completely sealed bottle of sauce over the stir fry and getting a sizzling sound with no direct source in return.