There are some two dozen people in cells filling a large room. Misoko's eyes go wide when she sees me, but she has the presence of mind not to say any...hing. I spend time asking questions about some of the slaves. Not the girls of course. Five minutes pass. Ten, fifteen. "A mother and two daughters. Both virgins." The orc smiles an oily smile at me. The slaves in question were the only humans in the bunch. I nod in agreement. "The girls look old, how are they both virgins?" I ask, keeping up the. The old man was, in her mind, the quintessential European-style gentleman. “I hope we will get to know each other better.”“As do I,” the old gentleman replied. “Now, have any of these young upstarts had the manners to introduce you to our guest of honor, Dona Melita?”“I’m afraid not,” she replied, smiling. “Would you do me the honor?”“Of course,” he replied and turned to his right to address the dowager seated at the head of the table, draped in thick silk, diamonds and gold.Karla wasn’t. Buildings complimented each other. The vary randomness of its layout reveled the deliberate design to make every place you looked different and enthralling.At its heart, burnished yellow glowed like a frozen dawn. Instead of silver, golden glass soared. These crystals were delicate, making slender spires, almost fluted. Faerie darted around them. Music rose around us, a thousand voices singing a complex harmony. Constructs made of twisted veins, like destroyed Cú Mheá, pranced through gardens. . that too has its place. Loosens me up. Don't you know, makes it possible for me to assume all kinds of positions that I would otherwise believe to be physically impossible for an ageing gender mutant like myself. This makes my boy toys very happy indeed.But let us return to our muttons: What defines a transperson? Does the word have any absolute meaning? One could argue, for example, that all people are "in transition" in one way or another. After all, the Buddha has taught us that "Change is.