Bree looked around the room; memories played in her mind. Knowing something had happened; something evil, yet the feelings that she felt were warm and nice. There were red roses everywhere, gales of laughter broke out constantly, and spreading outwards like a rock thrown into a pond; rippling the water. The noise level in the room seemed quite loud; even the musicians on a pedestal tried to keep up.
Bree felt the eyes, before she looked around. A fat man was insolently running his eyes over her body as he moved past her. Bree looked down and saw to her shock she was, indeed, completely naked. Gasping, she stared wide eyed around the room, to see if anyone else noticed she was.
Bree felt horrified. What happened?
“Very daring dear!” a voice spoke next Bree’s ear.
Looking around abruptly Bree saw the woman that had in her memories; pleasured her and the woman who had attacked herself and Sharon.
‘Sharon! Where’s Sharon? What’s happening here?’ Bree scanned the room looking for her friend. Mentally calling for Sharon did not help, but it did make Bree feel less self conscious.
The woman went on “And clever too, if I could pull it off I would have done it too!”
Bree looked at the woman again. She was smiling; revealing her pearly white teeth, a glint of silver caught the light as the woman’s tongue ran across her lips. Bree looked at the woman for awhile, before she realised the woman’s tongue was pierced. Sending a shiver from her crutch; a Memory came crashing into her mind.
Bree blushed, forcing the memory back into the recesses of her mind.
“Imagine the money that could be saved on clothing if we all had a body like yours. Though with some of the elephants around here…” the woman waved her hand, her bracelets jingling on her wrist as she did so. “They would never consent to looking horrible in public as they do underneath their expensive clothes.”
Bree was confused. Why had she done it? “I hope everyone is taking it well,” she said trying to remain calm.
Her companion was not fooled, “Don’t be embarrassed, not now. All you can do now is pull it off with style.”
Bree stared at the woman and then looking around the room, she saw for the first time, that they all wore togas. Suddenly she felt at ease.
“Coy on top of everything. How so very like you. Charming and daring.” The woman saw how Bree had relaxed.
“Where is Sharon?” Bree spun around and searched the room.
“Sharon’s partaking of pleasures in her own way, Bree.” The woman moved away, floating on the air.
“No,” Bree cried out, trying to make her voice heard over the noise of the party. “Sharon where are you?”
The revelry increased, Bree looked through the windows, and she could see figures moving up the street.
“Who are they?” Bree called out, pointing to the window.
The woman turned, looking over her shoulder. She looked in the direction Bree had pointed.
“You had best flee these invaders, Bree. Who knows what would happen if they captured you.” Raising her fine eyebrows, the woman slowly scanned her eyes down Bree’s body.
Bree knew in her bones, that what the woman had said was right. But she did not want to leave, not knowing where Sharon was. Bree looked around wildly.
“Step through this doorway, Bree,” the woman called “Quickly!”
Turning Bree saw the woman beckoning her, from a narrow door, hidden behind a tapestry. The woman motioned, her gestures becoming more insistent. One last time Bree looked around the room in search of Sharon.
The sound of crashing and banging came to Bree’s senses; a terrible sense that all was lost came upon her, as she walked to the door and stepped through.
©FI/ND 2005
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