With a muttered, "Thanks,", Emmi warily made her way past the Orc and towards the tunnel. Her stomach churned violently. Not from the stench -- though that certainly didn't help -- but from unease. This whole situation was suspicious, no doubt about it. She had heard stories of beginning hackers falling for similar traps, only to be ambushed by authorities or pissed off victims. But Emmi wasn't a beginner. Just desperate cracker armed with a kitchen utensil.

Emmi took a nervous breath and slipped into the room. a few lights were wired along the stone ceiling, giving off a hellishly crimson glow. A large bed lay on the far side of the room and a couch sat beside. The mix of sweat and aphrodisiac was, thankfully, less potent here. Poised on the sofa was a person, their features hidden in shadow. No doubt that this was the mystery sender. "I have to say," she spoke, keeping her voice light and joking despite her shaking hands, "I've never had a secret admirer before. Though I'm pretty sure you're supposed to send flowers and not creepy letter."