"Aren't you forgetting something?"The voice behind her stopped her in her tracks. There was a familiar quality to it and an underlying meaning that sh... was certain she understood, but couldn't quite place. She tried to ignore it and continue to the restroom to rid herself of those damned balls before they rolled across the lobby, leaving snail trails in their wake."Stop now!"It wasn't a shout, but it was said with a degree of mastery that made her legs weaken and threaten to spill her.She. She was a Facelli, and thus was no stranger to the public’s eye, admired by the fashionistas for her beauty, her elegance, and her class, and loathed by most others simply for being her husband’s wife. Her face had probably been on the news or in the newspaper at least a dozen times in the past year, and yet I’d bet most people didn’t even know what her voice sounded like. Now that I thought about it, I don’t know if I even would have had she not called me directly earlier this morning. She was. She wanted someone who fit your criteria - an independent businessman who had a family, and who had politics close to hers. Being nice looking was a major plus, and being awesome in bed was a nice surprise. She almost decided to try to make it a long-term affair because of that, but she decided you might be suspicious. But I’m getting ahead. She made the reservation change and everything fell into place, and you were putty in her hands at that point. She played you, Steve. From the moment you. If the Society had a collective weakness, that was it, our egotistical need for the theatrical. That may be understood and forgiven if you consider some of the members have been on this earth for several thousand years - Very often it is only the theatrical that can alleviate the suffering of boredom. As such, the ceremony could have been performed anywhere to the same effect since we honored neither God nor Lucifer, but the universe itself.The pews had been removed and the vaulted hall was lit.