********** I had a bit of trouble getting in. Two biker type gatekeepers recognized me as being new and not a member of the club where a ‘private pa...ty’ was occurring. They hassled me about my business there, as I certainly wasn’t on the approved guest list (a dump with a guest list?), but this was a problem that money could easily solve and a pair of fed issued Ben Franklins bills got me inside the door. Whatever I had prepared myself for or expected, the Blue Velvet still had plenty of. Mumtaz looked around and gently pushed open the door, then walked in. Despite being a public washroom, it was very clean.“Where…?” before she could complete her sentence, a pair of strong hands blinded her from behind. She could hear the door lock behind her. “Please, how long will you hide from me,” she begged.“Long enough to make you dripping wet,” His rough manly voice said. He moved her slowly towards the hand wash area with mirrors. Mumtaz placed her file on the granite base. He pulled out. Everything went fine, Tamara arrived at the sex shop, Tim greeted her, he told her to start walking between the shelves at the inner part of the store, and to start looking around at the books, toys, vids …etc., she knew her rule exactly and memorized it by heart.As Tamara started walking in the aisles between high shelves of the store, heart beats were speeding up, she was scared as it was her first time ever to do such thing, there were no sex shops in her country at all, but she was. I will plan everything. You will love it, I promise. Don't lift a finger, yes?" Okay, but ... are you sure? That's a lot of work." Nonsense. It will be perfect. I will come get you when you need to meet with Revered Mother Hannah. Now go, go – I have work to do, and you must meet with Arl Eamon."I left her frantically writing lists for herself and headed down to Eamon's study. I was the last to arrive: Duncan; Aedan; Alistair; Teagan; Theron; a mage I remembered from the game, the emissary.