‘Oh Blast!’ she cursed as she quickly went into a forward roll, looking back just in time to see two massive wooden battering rams, suspended from...the ceiling, collide at the point where she had been standing a split second ago. The ground shook and dust fell from the ceiling as the sound of the rams pounding together reverberated around the chamber. Clara looked on at the motionless boobytrap for a second, half catching her breath, half chastising herself for being so careless, before she. Some would call it a disabilaty, but between her amazing dexterity and blinding speed no one could lay a blade on her in practice, not even her captain. Her jet black hair was croped short for combat, and her C cup breasts looked huge on her tiny frame. When they were not on the dance floor they were downing wine fairly quickly.Meanwhile the chaimberlains people were ferrying his multitude of gifts to his room. The last trolly loaded, the blue haired page moved it out. When she arived at the. It sounds too rough to be English to me. Don't they play, like, cricket, or badminton, or something? Anyway, rugby sounds kind of rough, but he really likes it. He can tackle and block like in football. He says it's especially fun when the field is muddy. Yuck!My recreational soccer team is doing pretty well. We won our last two games, and our coach is going to sign us up for that tournament you took the Warriors to the last couple of years. I hope we do well! Wish us luck!I got a fun call. "Yes. Lance gave me one last chance to make it work and I failed miserably. My revenues are down again and I lost four major customers on renewals."I chuckled and leaned back in my chair a little. It was time to use my affectation, i.e. my glasses. I took them off and briefly sucked on the earpiece. "Actually, no, on all three counts."An eye-frown remolded her face. "What do you mean?"My sadistic side was tickled. "I'll explain that in a few minutes." Setting my glasses down, I asked her point.