She emerges, looking like her spirits have slightly risen, and hangs her clothes on the drying rack to the side while I pour the tea. “So why was th...s night so sour?” I ask. I look at the drying rack, and I’m disappointed to see that she only took off her dress - still wearing underwear “That guy Derrick. I think he’s hooking up with some other girl tonight.” “Who cares?” I say. “He’s just one guy.” “I know. But, I thought he liked me.” “I guess he’s an idiot.” I smile, handing her a cup of. The buzz and loud pop of Owein's arcane pistol went off again, itsmagical energy punching a hole through several of Ilithar's minions. Theshadows ignoring the minimal damage, pushed forward. Sayer let loosewith another ray of light, burning another shadow, but the creaturesresisted most of the damage. Isabelle could tell by the Incantist's paleface that he too was reaching his limit.The silver haired Baroness shifted her feet backwards, trying to keepthe shadows from breaking through. The rest. He apparently had more money than God, and loved to squander a lot of it in the movie industry, although recently he'd single-handedly backed a couple of blockbuster films. According to one of the scandal sheets, he also liked to keep a bevy of young starlets around him and was always sure to make them happy in some way."Bring him to dinner," Jill implored. "As I told everyone a few moments ago, the more the merrier, and who knows, maybe we'll need another ... male on the scene to balance out. Other than her head, her nipples are the only part of her body that's not covered by the pvc outfit.Suddenly, the garage door starts to open. Daylight starts flooding into the garage. Vicky starts to panic. "How long was I out? What happened to me? Where am I?", she thinks as her mind is racing. Then, she remembers, it was late afternoon, and she was at a job interview.As the garage door opens, she realizes it's now morning. Vicky has no idea how she wound up in this predicament, other.