I shivered.I shivered. The degree of thought that went into designing something like that stunned me. To our left, a couple had restrained a female mephit to a set of bars and were systematically shaving the fur off of her breasts. I shivered again and wandered into the second room. This was more to my liking. Tarrette wandered away from me while I stood around, drinking from the punch bowl. "Ken!" The voice was familiar. I turned, stunned. "Misha?" Misha Tankana, a rather well-known Tindal artist, wandered up to me with his current mate, a beautiful Felinzi fem whose name I dimly recalled as "Tana. |