It was almost like being in a giant ribcage, with the decorative architecture resembling organs, tendons, and the like. It was all made of black stone...and volcanic glass from his fight, so that even if the sunlight poured in through the oculus, it would have a cold, dark aura.Dominion took a seat on the throne and sighed in joy. “Finally, a castle fit for the king of the world.”It was supposed to be a beautiful summer day, but those that looked up saw the declaration of the apocalypse. The sky. “Sexy? What’s sexy about dirty underwear? These aren’t even a good pair.” She said as she held her panties from the sides for her own inspection.At his point I was glad she wasn’t screaming at me anymore. “I guess it’s ‘cause they feel silky and soft. And they’re so, uh, ‘forbidden.’” I tried to explain.“But why the dirty ones?”“I don’t know.” I replied sheepishly. “I suppose its ‘cause I like how they smell.”“EWWWWW gross! You sniff them???? Why?!”“Well, um, it’s because they smell like you…. Kara will stay to continue leading the defense of the mansion. The next morning, before dawn we leave from the mansion. The nine of us plus Farzaneh, and her assistant Priyala. We have a horse drawn cart filled with equipment. The older cat woman explains that she is a professor. Having been schooled at some far off academy. From what she described she was an archeologist. Though it sounded like the field was in its early stages. Mostly tomb robbing. Which it turns out was what we were going to. Everything always seemed somehow to be just a little ‘wrong’. When his customers came into his shop to buy boots, all he could seem to find were house slippers, but if a lady came in search of fancy slippers to match a gown then nothing but work boots could be located. Needless to say his business did not thrive, and if it were not for his pitiful small garden he undoubtedly would have been reduced to eating his own shoe leather. A most unappetizing thought! In fact, the entire village he lived.