Joke's_End wrote...
[size=12]From his jacket he pulled out a long needle and stuck it between his head and the memorium spilled out in a silvery red ooze into the water bowl in front of him. In the same spot I was sitting in sat a young girl she looked to be about my age, maybe older or younger I can’t really tell. She looked familiar. Her face was framed with her hair, a beautiful mixture of white and black. That’s all I could see since it was through the Storyteller’s eyes… Perverted old fucker gazed upon her chest which was hidden behind her long hair. Heh, serves him right. She finally began speaking.[/h]
This part made me believe as such. Because of the part regarding the memorium, water bowel, etc