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Cytherea's Playhouse
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Enter my Playhouse, Enter my World...........
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A world of seduction and unchaste desires, a place thats been touched by the hand of hell's fires, rocked in a cradle of velvet and lust, alseep at the dawn and awakes with the dusk.
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To my Playhouse........
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Behind the old mansion, Point Du Noir, past beautiful gardens of honeysuckle and roses, stands little old building like right out of a child's fairy tale......Children be warned this is no place for you.
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Enter
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You walk to the place, trying to peer into the window, but dark velvet drapes refuse to give you a peek.....
.....so you knock on the door...............
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