Island hopping is full of surprises. I teleported to an Island named Music City with the expectation that I’d find something musical to explore. Maybe a crawl through a giant saxophone, though I’m sure you’d find all kind of Freudian symbolism in that. Instead, I found myself in a large cloudy skybox that looked it was full of CT scanners or MRI machines of varying designs.
What they turn out to be are hypnotism machines. Specifically, BDSM hypnotism machines, each with a variety of programs. Lay down in one and a swirling spiral fills your screen, as floating text urges you to relax and submit. Now, this is a family blog *cough* so I’ll let you find out for yourself what the programs are. They are mainly geared toward women so luckily none of them worked on me. Sorry kids, no boot licking today.
Good luck convincing your significant other to try one of these. Just step into the machine, honey. I’ll program it. You can trust me. No, really, you first.
I ran into the owner while taking pictures, and she informs me that the place will officially open in a few weeks, along with a maze and *ahem* playrooms down on the ground.
