Her short black skirt stopping just above the tops of her black fishnet stockings enclosing her slim shapely legs and showing off her high-heeled shoe... to perfection. It was obvious the girl was not wearing a bra as her erect nipple pocked through her flimsy flamingo pink skimpy blouse just below the low-cut neckline. As she teasingly winked at him, her long eyelashes fluttered showing off her beautiful brown eyes, he noted her pouty expression as she continued to meander past him, the scent. Alittle girl sat in one hair, and a man with a reptilian hand in another. Finally, a woman with butterfly wings stood up and asked in a formaltone "What is the supplicants name?" Sorven gulped, realizing that the question was directed at him.Gathering his courage, he answered "Sorven...ma'am" "Do you know what the Trials entail?" she asked. "I do" he answered in accordance to the ritual. The woman with the butterfly wings sat down, while Master Bron stoodup. "All magic's have their price" he. . he's a big banker... backs a lot of Broadway shows... he's bringing some friends in to be the audience. At least two of 'em are Hollywood agents on the lookout for new talent. I ain't allowed to divulge their names, get it, but it sure would be a shame if your sister upstaged you at the last minute after all the work you've put in. Right?" Damn!" Tiffany exclaimed petulantly, clenching her pouting lower lip with small even white teeth. "And she has the juicy role... Sacrificing herself for. Melina went into her bedroom and stood before the mirror. She looked at her reflection. She knew there was a crowd of men just feet from her. She took a deep breath. It was time to pay the rent. Melina began unbuttoning her sweater.She did it slowly and meekly, her gaze lowered but still seeing her reflection while trying not to think of the men staring at her and lusting to use her. When the buttons were undone she reached behind herself, thrusting out and offering her breasts, as she pulled.