It usually takes no more than two rounds of drinks and small talks before a guy says, in some form or another, 'enough of this bullshit, let's go fuck.... It was Dick's turn to make the move."Would you care to join us in our suite for a nightcap?"I smiled, and nodded.We did a bit of small talk on the way to the elevator, but the trip up to their floor was quiet, as was the walk down the hallway. Once in the suite, Harry moved toward the bar."What were you drinking again?" Thank you Harry, but I. The dress was blue, but such a dark shade that it looked black, and covered with fine sequins that shimmered when I moved. It seemed to cling to me like a second skin, conforming to every contour of my body and I removed my panties somewhat belatedly as they were altogether too obvious beneath that exquisite design. It was ankle length and slit in the front, halfway up my dark thighs, and the gown showed off my ass wonderfully, and my flat little tummy and narrow waist. I wished I had bigger. "The ponies were led out into the night where they were silently led away by a few of the women. Six more stables were just as easily raided, and at the last one Riggan and Kinna mounted ponies and trotted off to catch up with the rest of their squad. Hearing a confused hubbub from up ahead they reined in where a squad of soldiers stood surrounded by shaggy ponies."What's going on here? Who's driving these shelka this time of night?" The squad leader was almost hopping up and down with. In unison, they jumped to their feet and thrust out their wands. “Petrificus Totalus!” they cried together. Beams of orange and yellow light erupted from their wands. The old wizard, or vampire, or whatever he was, caught a glimpse of the light heading his way. Harry was sure that they had him when the shuffling old man flicked his wand with the most subtle of wrist movements. “Áreddotu,” he whispered. By the time Harry’s mind processed back to the Defence Against the Dark Arts class he had.