The three new arrivals definitely did not notice, as their minds were on a much more serious matter: budgeting. Sitting in the ramshackle local tavern...they tried to puzzle their way out of the mess they had found themselves in.The three had been adventuring together for some time, but had yet to build any renown. Their leader was Lady Naomi, a striking figure, powerfully built but with delicate, refined facial features, her fiery red hair flowing in a long braid. Her milky white freckled skin. I couldn't say no. She took my money, a surprisingly small amount, and stood up. I expected her to walk to the stage, but instead she turned to face me. Right there in front of me she began to dance, slowly, seductively. I don't really remember how she removed her dress. One casual movement left her in sleek black bra and panties. She raised her arms over her head and turned slowly. Briefly she lowered her bottom into my lap, letting me feel just a bit of pressure before she straightened up.. After having a light lunch, Barocca and Jeanne gathered all that they would need, and headed off to Dee Dee's lab. Barocca gave Jeanne a mild sedative just before they left. "What's this for, Barocca?" "When I stick you in the cloning machine, you've gotta lay as still as possible for two hours. This'll help you relax when the time comes." As they strolled through the corridors, the girls didn't meet a single sole in their path. "Damn, Barocca," said Jeanne. "I thought you said there were. She gave me that little sister look that over the years I had learned so well meant that she needed me to do something big for her. She just sat there and looked at me and I could tell this was going to be like pulling teeth out of a shark’s mouth. Finally she blurted out, I have no friend in this god forsaken town and I don’t know what I’m going to do. She had tears in her eyes and was trying to look any place but at me. I didn’t seem that she was going to tell me more. What do.