In the second circle of Hell, there exists a godforsaken mall across the street from the ice cream parlor.
Wheezing inside the intestines of the desolation, only two establishments are still in business: JC Penny's, and the Sizzler in the food court.
If you find yourself at the Sizzler, beware of the young Ardat Lili that works the dinner shift, her treacheries have been witnessed first-hand by your DragnMastr from afar.
As you dine, she will linger behind your unknowing back and drool onto your muddy salad.
Her saliva consists of a diseased, larval-like substance–of the same DNA strain of maggot that grovel the floors of the damp and gloomy charnal house where she embalms the putrefying corpses of the dead with her sinful mouth.
Her oral secretions swaddle the decaying meat of genitalia with fungal ecstasy, preserving it for the posterity of the sexually damned.
You have been forewarned.