.gone, pizza ad...gone, customer survey...geez why do they send all this crap." He went to toss the junk in his garbage but the customer survey caught...his eye again. It had written on the top 'For the lady of the house'. This really made him mad. Can't they even send the junk mail to the right places? he thought. "Well let's him some fun." he mumbled to himself. He carefully opened the envelope, took out the survey, and got a pen. The first set of questions were fairly routine, what laundry. Dahteste led them out. The girls were stunned by the scene before them. Maybe a thousand people filled the valley where dozens of fires were blazing, though the dust and smoke made it hard to see clearly.All around groups were dancing in circles, stamping their feet, singing, trilling and whooping. On seeing the girls, the noise level increased dramatically. Many of the people were in ceremonial dress. Dahteste led them to a group who were standing on a small mound. Charlie recognised Gouyen,. Usually the good girl in any crowd, Tricia never made waves, never went to the edge. This was all so very new. Foggy and hung over from the unexpected adventures of the past night, and with a ratty strand of Christmas lights blinking a tedious, dreadful pattern of glare and gloom above her head, Tricia with eyes closed, carefully began putting last night’s pieces back into place; A worthy job in her condition. The food, the bar, the drinks, the conversation; “What did I say to them?” “Oh. ”“That’s what I’m hoping for the Leaver’s Ball on Friday.”“I’m guessing that they will have turned the lights down so you’ll probably get away with it and you won’t be having some of the boys trying to pull the strings holding your proper bikini up, then you would be naked at the Ball.”“Is a thin layer of paint classed as clothes or not?” I asked.“I have no idea. You looked like you had a proper bikini on when I first came in. Maybe you could ask around in the pub see if anyone know the legal.