The walk to the ceremonial hall was brief, and your hear the supportive thump of feet stomping in rhythm as you enter. Your eyes narrow, scanning the ...ea of faces, each wreathed in a dark purple hood. A pedestal rises from the center of the chamber, and Filistria, the current Grand Warlock, stands beside the blood-stained altar. You stride up the stairs to meet her, the sea of faces chanting Abyssal scriptures to either side. At last you reach the top and stand before her. The imperious woman. He is conscious of the crowded tavern, the buzz of conversation and laughter, but his heart begins to pound. Hidden by the edge of the table, he moves his hands around to your bottom, slipping under your kirtle, palming a cheek in each hand and sqeezing gently. He watches as your eyes widen, darting about the room, a blush spreading across your face, your lower lip sucking in to be caught between your teeth. There is conflict there.. pleading. This isn't comfortable, it isn't home. But it feels. "Veronica's frightened eyes swept over the other two figures then back to Betty."Betty, I've told you, I'll do whatever you want." Yes, you have," smiled Betty, moving to the fearful mulatto and running her fingers through Veronica's hair. "And you will. But when Mistress Katrina and Bruno finish your training, you won't just comply, you'll beg to do anything i want, anything!"Betty walked past Veronica to the stairs, a large key in her hand."I'll be leaving you now in their capable hands. How. . I was still a minority male on campus, a virgin. Anyway, after my new tutor and I had spent a couple of study sessions together, I asked her out on a date."Merilee, there's a play on at the playhouse this weekend and I wondered if you might like to go with me?" Oh, what play?" It's a comedy ... pretty funny according to the newspaper. I can tickets to it if you'd like to go." Okay ... Steve. I can only go out on Friday night. I have to look after my little brother on Saturday while my parents.