The curtain parted willingly enough, as the flailing pair fell through it.

"Oof! Where are we?" Pieguy attempted to pull his head out of the tangle of Tray-Gnome's shirt.

"Aw, don't stop now!"

"I just want to... where did we fall into? These RCs all look the same from -- mmm, from this angle."

Tray reached up to grab Pieguy's shirt again. "Shhhh," he murmured. "It's July an' Artell's place, there's no mistaking the curtain, now hold still for a minute."

But Pieguy had gone all too still. "We're where?!"

"I jus' told you. 'S okay! They're out, somewhere. It's sexy, right? Dangerous. Hey, do that thing with your shoulders again."

They were once again thoroughly entangled when a pair of feet sashayed into Pieguy's field of vision.

"Well, hello there, boys."

Tray craned his neck around. "...Oh. Hi?"

July grinned like a wolf. "Oh, don't stop on my account. Artell's off with Phobos for the day, I have been looking for a way to... entertain myself."

Pieguy shivered. "How do you do that? With the ellipses?"

"Oh, a lady has to keep some of her mysterious allure," she told him, sliding free of her uniformed blouse. "Now... where did you boys leave off?"