Whatever it was the elves used for currency. If they did used anything for liquid currency. I walked forward, then coughed politely to try and get his...attention. As a newcomer in this city, I’d need directions.He did not glance my way.“Sir?” I asked.“Oh?” He turned to face me. Rather than the immediate dislike I expected, I saw instead a faint look of distraction. He reminded me so much of an absent minded librarian that I found it hard to not smile at him. “Yes? Hello?”“Greetings,” I said,. "Well," Doris hesitated, "I--I don't know maybe I have." When I was your age I was very passionate," Mildred laughed, "still am, in fact." She kept her eyes on Doris's face until Doris met her gaze. "I still enjoy my diversions," she said quietly. "I have ways of appeasing my demands."Doris glanced at Mildred's set expression, then emboldened by the drinks, she said: "By disciplining your staff?"Mildred's mouth relaxed, then she laughed. "That's one of my foibles." She leaned forward, spoke. She could feel the heat emanated by his body, and felt that she would be consumed by it. ‘I want your mind.’ He said that as he caressed a bang of her soft chocolate brown hair and pushed it behind her ear. ‘I want your soul.’ He took her jaw and forced her to look up at him. ‘You will not resist me.’ His words were softly spoken into her ear, making her shake further in his grasp. She hated herself for not having the strength to fight him or even control the fear that had suddenly coursed thru. .but I didn't because I knew my mother would kill me.So here I was standing before Lenore and her two best-friends-in-the-whole-world, cornered and cowering in yet another embarrassingpredicament. A predicament innocently instigated by my mom. I mean,you really have to know my mom. You have to know that she would neverreturn a borrowed garment unless it was in pristine condition. Withthat in mind she had left it soaking in a mild detergent. When I gothome I found her note asking if I.