Softchurn seems like a nice, understanding woman, so you agree to her suggestion.

"Well, that's just great" she grins, beckoning you to follow her down a flight of stairs. She leads you to a door with a large silver star on it and the words "Madame Softchurn: Private". "I'm sure we can sort this out my way" she says, opening the door. "Step inside and take a seat!"

Softchurn indicates a couch; the room is quite big with a curtain on one side. Softchurn darts behind the curtain, saying she won't be a moment. "Fix yourself a drink" she calls. You're pouring yourself a beer from a selection on a table when the curtain is drawn back.

"What do you think of me now?" Softchurn asks