"That question is much easier answered Cmdr. We are the 'Daemonese'. I am Queen Rowenna de la Fargia the sovereign of this planet and the arbitrator o... our law. This planet is Daemonese Prime."The Queen got down from her throne and started walking toward another room. "Hepsin accompany us. Cmdr Atwood we are an ancient race and through racial memory we can trace our history back more than 250,000 years. We were young when the Ancient's themselves were old and dying as a race. They allowed us to. Back downstairs, no one seemed to have noticed. The reception was in full swing. I’d missed Cath and Hannah leaving, but just because the Brides had left, that was no reason for the party to finish.I slid onto a stool by the bar and without really looking up, asked for a gin and tonic.“What the fuck was I doing with Beth?” I thought to myself.“Do you want the bog standard Bombay Sapphire or could I tempt you into some Muff licker?”“What?” I looked up, confused. “Did you just say muff licker?”I. .." he groaned, consumed by the rising tide of sexual passion, "dance with me, oh priestess. In tribute to Vallus."The drums began to echo in Marion's brain, she was caught up in the turbulent rhythms and her body began to jerk involuntarily back and forth. Laughing, Raoul danced away from her like a young satyr and continued his bizarre, erotic dance tribute to the demon-god. Marion found herself tearing at the buttons of her blouse, ripping it from her body. A frenzy of excitement passed. "The four of them went to the lounge, and quietly discussed the situation,and their confusion about what had happened to Woodward.*********Then they heard a soft voice say, "Hello, Richard, hello Don. These mustbe your wives. I guess you got the call as well?"The four of them turned, and saw Woodward, now clearly transitioned towomenhood. She was wearing a less-than-figure-flattering dark redsweater-dress that went down to her knees, dark hose, and ballet styleflats. She had pink-tinted fake.