.She was not a model or anything but very cute .I could tell from her dress she had came straight from work .She had short brown hair and at this poin... I didn't even care enough to look at her eyes to see what color they were But the drinks were starting to loosen me up some when out of the blue she struck up a conversation with me I was polite at first but not overly enthusiastic .She had a soft voice that had a soothing affect on me It didn't take long before I loosed up and we were talking. The three left for the great hall. The pet was dressed in only hot pink "boy short" panties and matching pink high heels. Casi was dressed in an elegant flowing sheer gown that was transparent where it fell upon her skin. She stepped softly in slippers that looked kind of like ballet shoes.The great hall was in its usual state of orgiastic glory. The only thing out-of-the ordinary was a black statue in the middle of the hall and the three made a detour from their mission to take a closer look.. He knew, before he looked -- this must be Raia; she was after him. He turned and saw the killer, towering over him: seven feet tall, hulking, comprehensively armored, striking red hair cut short. Her face was freckled, open, almost adolescent; but her manic grin left no doubt about her dangerous intent.Seeing his expression, she laughed. "You're scared, Dagnir!"When he said nothing, she threw a punch, stopping just short of his face. His strangled shriek removed all doubt -- Dagnir was, indeed,. I stood up before I completed the thought of getting him a beer -- a peace offering, something to get us talking. I twisted the cap off even though it hurt my hand. He always opened the beers. “Here.” “Did I ask for that?” I started to answer, but, again, I wasn’t there to him. I took it with me and gently rocked myself at the edge of my chair. I waited but I didn’t know what I was waiting for. Half time. He muted the TV and stared at the wall where I wasn’t. I took a long swig of the warm beer.