Some of the ladies looked familiar, I knew some names, and was re-introduced to everyone. They were loud and freindly and pretty much feeling no pain...The pack mentality kicked in, helped along by the wine, and enboldened a couple of them to be more direct and flirtacious than they would otherwise have been. No harm done, all in fun, and everyone, including me, was enjoying the banter.As the afternoon wore on the ladies began making their exits, some solo, some in pairs. Finally Doris and. I quickly pulled into my driveway and raced into the house, where clothes went flying as soon as I closed the door. I quickly showered and then applied just enough baby oil to give my body a glisten like molten chocolate. Then I applied some cocoa butter to make my skin as soft and fragrant as possible. I carefully but quickly styled my hair and applied my makeup. I'd been smart and had lain out an outfit to wear before I left for work. First I put on a black corset that thrust my perky. This caused him pause. If there was a Ming here, what else was there? He started looking more carefully. He noticed a painting on one wall. It looked vaguely familiar. A closer inspection showed the painting, with the plump and downright fat women, was painted by Peter Paul Rubens in the early 1600s. Waite recognized the style. He continued to look around. There were more paintings.He didn't recognize a few. One he did. He'd seen it in the National Museum of Art in Washington. It was Renoir's. The dreaded Eye of Sheerian, granter of prophecy and omniscience, and the Crown of Domination, horrid artifact of supreme authority over the forces of Chaos, still lie beyond his grasp.Valiant heroes, mighty champions and majestic monarchs gather their strength, gird their spirits and muster their forces in a desperate attempt to slay the prophesied Everchosen before he can reach his destiny.From the Elven kins of frozen Naggaroth, proud Ulthuan and reclusive Athel Loren to the defiant mountain.