For me it’s more the way a woman carries herself. That vapid, human clothes-hanger thing didn’t really do it for me. I preferred my women with dis...inct and strong personalities, that assuredness of confidence was what really got me going. But even with all of that, I must say that the Jill Sander show was by far my favorite, even though I consider myself to be traditionalist and lean more toward the home-town hero, Giorgio Armani. The pieces in her collection were incredible and the girls who. I noticed when we entered that there was still a smell of urine in the room.I stood out of the way while Nathan selected another skirt for me to wear. This one was bright red and split all the way up to the belt on both sides. When I put it on there was a three inch gap over each hip where my flesh showed. It looked awful. It was as short as the skirt I had worn yesterday and I was sure that nobody but a prostitute would buy something like this and wear it out of the house.I wasn't surprised. I wished him a pleasant morning. He grinned a feral grin, and said it was not likely."Is there a problem?" I asked."Have breakfast. You'll need it," was all he said.The table was heavily laden. Some foods I recognized, and a lot I didn't. It was apparently 'help yourself'. I did, after checking with a small spell to make sure it was safe to eat. Everything but two items, passed my spell test."I felt your spell. What was its purpose?" Shaitan asked me.I explained it was a spell designed to let. . can’t even―don’t know where to start!” Ellis admitted. “You swear, all of that is one hundred percent true?”John held up a scout salute. “As god is my witness.”“Well, hell, no wonder those fuckers wanted to grab you.” Ellis realized. “You’re a fucking golden ticket to Wonka World, and if they can control you, they’ll own this whole planet too!”They called it a night after that, agreeing to resume in the morning.Trouble didn’t find them during the night, but shortly after dawn, just as the.