Re: Candyland CYOA
*NOTE*: From now on, I've decided to simplify the writing by not describing the composition of every piece of clothing. Since, everything is made of candy, mostly, there's really no point in descibing all of it.
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Emily blushes deeply and swallows her remaining pride and submits, continuing her march of shame through the dark, winding halls. As they travel through the halls, Emily notices the walls progressively transitioned from a smooth black rock candy bricks to a thick, brown chocolate with small candy crystals in a wide variety of colors embedded in the walls. By the texture of it, it appeared to be a natural cave formation. Before long, Emily emerges into a large cavern with several large blade-like crystals jutting out of and deeply rooted in the chocolate bedrock. The room was decorated with several tall, black rock candy braziers, each holding a blue luminous crystal, lighting the room with an beautiful yet eerie glow, and variety of decorative candy silk tapestries.
The room seemed to be decorated as a throne room, and at the end was a large, ornately carved dark chocolate throne. Seated in the throne was a teenage girl, her skin light in composition with chocolate dust stains on them, and her hair short and brown in color and looked as if she had a perpetual case of bed-head. She wore a pair of ragged khaki low-cut shorts, and a short, dark-green tanktop with her slender, smooth midrift showing. Over her taktop, she wore a thin, tan, short-sleeved, button-up shirt, coated in patches of chocolate dust dirt like the rest of her attire. Most noticeably, she wore a pair of goggles with large, round lenses pulled up on her head.
As Emily was forced onto her knees a few meters from the base of the throne, her eyes go wide as she notices the dirty girl in slaves' rags sitting on her knees next to the throne. She was blushing deeply and averting her gaze from Emily as she was washing the brown-haired girl's bare feet, like a common servant.
Emily knows this girl and cries out her name, "K-Kari?!"
One of the guards smacks her square on the ass, leaving a bright red hand print in its stead, "Insolent whelp! Do not speak unless spoken to!"
Emily snivels slightly as a few tears roll down her cheek before looking up to the girl in the throne. The brown-haired sits up from her casual lounging in her throne and sighs in exasperation towards the guards, "You can let her speak... idiots."
The guards sweat nervously and nods, backing up a bit to give Emily some space. The girl then turns to her prisoner, "Now, I'm sure you have some questions for me, and I sure as heck have some questions for you."
Emily nods.
"Well, ask away.":
A. Ask who she is.
B. Ask about Kari.
C. Ask where they are.
D. Ask why they were captured.
E. Other.
