Troy and Emma just sits on the bed. Looking at each other. “Do you really want to do this?” Troy ask again, reassuring. Emma nodded. “Yes…” ...he then takes off her helmet, releasing her black wavy hair that later falls on her shoulders, covering her pink shiny spandex suit. Troy then do the same. Both of them looking at each other now. They put their helmets down. “I am so sorry… It was my idea to come here…” Troy said in a regretful voice. Emma smile bitterly. “Hey, don’t be like that, it was. " There followed a agonising silence, surprised, shocked and puzzled faces stared back at us. Then all the questions started at once. I calmed them all down and let Lena do some of the explaining. One by one we managed to answer all that was asked and gradually, slowly, they all began to come to terms with the idea. I told them that they were all invited to the hen night, Friday week, and the reception after the service on the following Saturday. To my surprise and delight, Moira, offered a. I planned a similar kilt to match the jerkin. This outfit was going to be kind of hot, but it was not nearly as heavy as the corresponding outfit would have been in bronze. Once we had some experience with this outfit I might be able to make it a bit cooler. I wouldn’t know until I had a chance to experiment with it.Meanwhile, Hippolyte was training the men on the proper way to use the club. Most people just swung over hand and tried to bring the club down from a high arc. Hippolyte. A plush rug, what I assumed to be a Persian, filled with purples and browns, covered most of the floor, and dark smoky stained-glass lamps sat in all four corners. Heavily carved ornate wooden coffee tables, various gilded mirrors, and a multitude of antique framed oil paintings depicting landscapes covered the walls, completing the look.“Angie, can I speak with you alone for a minute, please?” I asked, interrupting the conversation she was having. “Actually, I’d like to speak with Aimee first.