In the second circle of Hell, there exists a godforsaken mall across the street from the ice cream parlor I had recounted before.
Wheezing inside the intestines of the desolation, only two establishments are still in business: JC Penny's, and the Sizzler's in the food court.
If you find yourself at the JC Penny's, beware of the young empusa that works in the fitting room, her treacheries have been witnessed first hand by your Dragon Master from afar.
As you undress, she will enter the fitting room and violate your genitals with her four hands, working in an efficient and malevolent manner.
Her technique will elicit a toxic ejaculatory personal inferno, caustic seminal fluids of which will sentence your urethra to death as it vomits from the tip of your corroding, melting dick.