There was an imposing male with fresh scars on his cheek, and a stout female wearing leather pants as tight as a latex glove. They were both wearing a...purple sash over their ornate jackets, studded with little badges and pins that resembled medals. Those must be signs of status. They were followed by a shorter male who trailed after them like a beaten dog, his eyes constantly fixed on the carpet.The female seemed to be the head honcho, the other two flanking her as she came to a stop in front. Our observer was a girl, with skin the color of heavily creamed coffee and huge black eyes. She came out of the robe like a house afire, displaying an expertly made chert knife. I held up my hands and backed off a couple more steps. She was tiny, no taller than 4 feet 7. She spoke."Why are you here, in this place? This is the summering place of my band of the People."I understood every word. The Powers that Be had promised we would understand and speak every language without accent."We have. Go now and Iwill inspect you when you return."I went to the bathroom and took of my nylons. I got my new bright pinkrazor. I shaved my legs down until they were silky smooth. I put mypretty nylons back on and slipped my pink stilettos' on. Then I walkedout for my sisters inspection. That was humiliating. She pulled my silkynylons down and inspected my legs. Running her hands down my calves andthighs. She nodded in approval and pulled my skirt up. She said that Ineeded to shave there too. She. After discovering all this, Nick made the decision to slow this idea down for a few days. Even though I wasn’t objecting or backing away, he sensed this was more than I had naively expected. That it was more than we had naively expected. He wanted me to have time to process it all and really want to do this, not only because he wanted me to, but because I was comfortable in doing it and aware of what was going to happen.We found a website that had video, messaging, stories, and forums.