I don’t answer. I grab his hand and pull him towards the door. He hesitates at first, but when he sees the smoke, he follows.We grab our coats from ...he closet, and I shove him out the front door. Our car is still in front of the house. Carl doesn’t need my guidance anymore, and jogs towards the car. I start to speed up to follow and then stop in my tracks.Maria.I need to get her out of here. I need to rescue her. Whatever fucked up palace of pleasure this is, I need to get Maria out of there.I. With soft waifish features hidden beneath wavy blonde locks and piercing blue eyes that glimmer with ravenous curiosity, Miria looks like any other girl you’d find entombed within the depths of the Mage’s Guild. Her skin is frightfully pale from years of candlelit study.This assumption has woefully spelt the end for many would-be romantics. For despite her demure charms and vivacious spirit...Miria is, in fact, a boy.“Did you see that!?” he exclaims, seemingly unaware that the spectacle has. And we are on ourway!"Oh God! Am I smart or what?" I exclaimed excitedly."Okay! Better get your butt moving, girl!" I said, practically jumpingout of my seat.'Girl'? Now where did that come from? Geez, I left the thought at thatand hurried to gather my disguises.I figured out that the dressing up would be a lot faster if I startedpicking my clothes from inside to outside. So, I went over to thelingerie section first. I picked the plainest looking panties. It waslight pink and had two rows of. “Come,” she said, changing direction. “This time, it is you who will be following me.”“Well, that’s a big hill,” Caden mused. He was standing at the foot of a small chain of mountains that jutted like a giant row of teeth from what had once been the seafloor. Its size might have been unimpressive compared to an actual mountain, but it was still at least a thousand feet high in places, maybe more. That wasn’t high enough for there to be snow capping its jagged peaks, but it was enough to make.