You find yourself in a small room,heads of lifeless creatures stuck to the oak walls,and a table covered in white cloth,with small piles of riches,candles and meat upon it.It smells oddly alluring in here,but you don't get much time to identify the scent when a man jumps in. Royal Margarine Cookie looked to be a tad bit shocked at the sight of someone entering,though he quickly combs his hair with his butter-knife,before smiling slyly at you. "Welcome,welcome..~" He says in a charming tone. "Could I interest you in a game of cards,cutie?~ With a prize,of course.."