The SL Enquirer: The Pink Room

Hey Lifey Babes, it’s your girl Monique, coming to you with the hottest gossip from the fast-paced world of Second Life.

I’ve got a story for you…but not just any story. This is straight from my personal vault and I’ve finally decided to share it.

What starts with love turns into a web of secrets, betrayal, obsession and twists that will leave you wondering until the very end. If I had to describe it in two words? A hot mess !!!

Warning: Mature Audiences Only.

Grab a drink and some popcorn…

THE CAST

Meet the Cast…

(This is a true story. Some names may have been changed to protect the identity of those involved.)

Ron

I knew him first. Ron was the owner of a Nightclub but upstairs, he had a Group Member’s Only BDSM Sex Lounge with a pool room and Sauna. He was German, nerdy, yet kind. His Avatar was a white guy with reading glasses and most of the time he was wearing a suit. Occasionally, he wore either a Sea Captain’s uniform, a police officer uniform or British Royal Prince’s Military uniform adorned in medals. I do not recall ever seeing him without being dressed up in some kind of professional uniform worn by an authority figure. Ron carried the image well because Ron was always a gentleman.

Joan

Joan, the cool girl next door type. She wasn’t extremely outgoing but witty, with a great sense of humour. She had one of those gentle caring voices that complimented her Mid-Western accent and sarcasm. Her avatar suited her personality. She was a tall, slender white blonde girl with glasses, blue jeans and pink bubble gum.

Emerie

Emerie had this very cute teen-style aesthetic. Her avatar was slender, had long platinum-blonde wavy hair, a pink tank top, light blue jeans, black combat boots, and big black angel wings. Think Ariana Grande’s body with an early-2000s Olsen twin face.

File Emerie away for later.

Tina

A mutual friend of our friend’s group.

A SL ROMANCE

Joan and I became friends through a mutual connection, and I eventually introduced her to Ron and his club.

I knew Ron pretty well and I could immediately tell Ron was totally crushing on Joan. They had chemistry and after a week and a half of flirting, Joan and Ron were officially dating in Second Life. The two of them became a classic SL couple clicking spankers, using piggy back ride poses and putting each other's names in their Profiles.

Life then threw a curveball: Joan announced she’d be gone for about a week. THE GIRL IN THE CORNER

Joan's absence made Ron appear online less it seemed. Regardless, I still visited the club just to see who was hanging out there. After a few visits, I noticed a new regular. A teen girl avatar quietly sitting in the corner of the club. Her name? Emerie.

Intrigued, I decided to chat with her… nothing strange, just small talk. I typed to her casually, complimenting her cat ears. I told her that she reminded me of Ariana Grande. We typed briefly about the movie Wicked and a few minutes later, I left. A perfectly normal interaction.

Next time I saw Ron was on, I visited him at the club. Emerie was sitting in the corner again. I asked Ron if he knew her.

“Emerie is my Second Life daughter,” Ron said proudly, “She’s AFK right now.”

I froze, “Huh, What? Are you sure?” I said apprehensively.

You may think it was an overreaction. People have SL family members all the time. But I had known Ron for several months and I never heard of or seen his daughter before. Not in casual conversation, not before or after him dating Joan, not ever.

“Yeah, she’s my daughter,” Ron casually reassured me.

And then he hit me with: “Wanna see her room?”

Still a bit surprised, I laughed nervously and agreed, “Okay… sure…”

My curiosity piqued so I followed him.

Ron had a small house on his land and when he and Joan started dating, he let her decorate it. I was confused when Ron led me to the same elevator VIPs used to go to the BDSM and pool area and not the main house.

I stood at the golden elevator and Ron allowed me access to “The Pink Room.”

THE PINK ROOM

The walls were a baby pink shade. The bed had a vintage white iron frame and pale purple bedsheets covered in a rainbow pattern; the bed matched the tiny white vanity with a circular mirror. A pile of cute stuffed animals were sitting on the floor and next to it, a swing covered in flowers hanging from the ceiling. Something felt off, this room felt too childlike to be for a teenage girl.

“It’s nice. I’ve never seen this room before.” I told Ron politely.

“I don’t show many people this room.” Ron replied.

So naturally I asked, “Why not?”

“This is our special place,” he said.

My stomach dropped.

“You and Emerie?” I asked.

“Oh yah!” he said enthusiastically with his European accent.

I then click the bed to try it out and that is when I saw a Menu List of about 30 sex poses available.

I. was. shook!

My mind went into maximum overdrive.

The teen avatar.

The bedroom was hidden at the Sex Club.

The childlike decor.

Emerie was always at the club only while Joan was away.

What did Ron mean by “Our special place?”

Was Ron cheating on Emerie with his SL daughter?

Was she actually his daughter?

Who was using these sex poses?

Why is the Pink Room a secret place if there is nothing to hide?

Something was definitely going on...

THE RETURN OF JOAN

Joan eventually returned online, after about a week like she said she would.

Her and Ron were flirting and doing the classic Second Life couple banter like nothing had ever happened.

Emerie vanished and the corner stayed empty. Ron never mentioned Emerie to me and I never asked.

THE RETURN OF EMERIE

Time passed and I got invited to Tina's house.Thinking nothing of it, I accepted the teleport. As soon as I landed, Tina wasted no time spilling the hot tea.

“I wanted you to know something before I broke the news to Joan.” Tina blurted. “What is going on !?” I asked.

“I teleported to Ron’s place at like 3 a.m. “ she blurted out frantically.

“Okay, yes, and then?” I asked anxiously.

“He had a girl in his lap… they were making out!” she exclaimed.

“Whaaat?” I was astonished.

“Yeah, I teleported away as fast as I could before he could notice, I think.” she said.

My mind started to make the connections like CIA agents using a string and pin board to find a terrorist.

I then asked, “Was the girl a thin teen Avi, with black angel wings? Her name is Emerie, I think. That name was always unique so I remembered it!”

“What the fuck!?” Tina blurted.

“It was her…”

“How’d you know?” Tina asked.

The girl from the corner! I was internally high-fiving myself. I KNEW IT!

“I saw this teen avatar a few times in the past, Ron told me it was his daughter.” I explained.

Tina cackled sadistically, “Well he sure is making out pretty heavily for her to be his daughter.” she said.

Like fate was at work, Joan appeared online.

Joan’s avatar rezzed in Tina’s modern living room by the gold coffee table with fancy scented candles and fashion magazines. Tina informed Joan of the details.

I was then met with this weird moral dilemma. Should I break the news about The Pink Room? I felt guilty, on one hand Ron showed me the room in confidence. On the other hand, Joan was right in front of me, a great person and a victim of cheating. I felt stuck in the middle of both friends. Either way, someone would get hurt, so held on to the secret not knowing what to exactly do yet.

Joan just stood there, not saying a word. It was as if I could see the gears in her brain processing the information.

Ron appeared online.

“Speak of the devil.” Joan whispered calmly. But it was not the type of calm where everything was alright. It was the calm a girl had right before she was about to go off.

“Thanks for telling me, I am definitely going to confront him,” Joan said sharply. “So, we are going to the club then?” I asked.

“Yup, let's go.” Joan said.

The three of us teleported to Ron’s club.

And just like that, I knew: all hell was about to break loose!!! Cue dramatic music…

To be continued…