Under all that was me, but the only thing recognisablewas the training collar. Standing and walking was a feat in itself but I wasdirected by Faith th...t it was good practice and that I'd better get used to it.The rest of that day passed quite quickly with me learning etiquette and how toact when wearing different costumes. I now had four outfits that I was told Iwould wear regularly, Medieval wench, French Maid, Victorian Lady and BellyDancer. Any protests were immediately punished with a level. "Wouldn't hurt to make sure." I switched to single-shot and fired one explosive dart into the top of his neck, angling the dart to explode deep inside the skull cavity. Gray cranial matter blew out of both eye sockets as the dart went off. "No question now," I called out.Abigail nodded, scanned the area, then flipped her safety on and re-holstered her pistol. Very professional, I was so proud of her. She looked at me with a very thoughtful expression as I holstered my own weapon. "Ilias, I used. Come to think of it, it smelled exactly like it sounded as well."Done. Give me my day of freedom!" *DONE! TOO BAD I CAN'T TAKE YOUR "COSTUME" WITH ME WHEN I TAKE YOU. MANY OTHERS WOULD PROBABLY OFFER ME THEIR SOULS TO DO SO.*The demon stared off into infinity and its body went rigid. Brian breathed a sigh of relief then glance down to examine the changes that he had been distracted from before.(Hmmm. Long hair, blondish, falling in front of my vision. Clothes...missing. Chest...)Brian's calm. Very giving, generous, always willing to lend a hand and help a friend, and never expected anything in return. She was happy.Need a friend to help you prepare for a party? Abbie would be there in a heartbeat. Want a buddy to go see a movie with? Abbie's your girl. Moving across town and want help with some boxes? Someone to walk the dog? To paint the house? To go the park?Abbie never let anything stand in her way of helping her friends. Unless there was some kind of emergency or if the.