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  Sheathed and Milked for all your worth   “Normally, I’ve got no problem taking my time.”
   Flari ran her gloved fingers through multicolored hair. She was lounging in her usual attire - gray, flared, and, in her opinion, thoroughly stylish. Her legs were crossed and Flari lounged in a tremendous, ornate reclining chair. She held her pointed witch’s hat in her other hand.
   “But right now, I must hurry.”
   She waited for a moment for a response. There was none.
   Flari flicked her fingers through the air, sending a tiny wisp of magic to empower a small booklet. It floated towards her and opened, displaying her schedule and ‘to-do’ lists.
   “The party is listed to begin at sundown, and go until the witching hour. The entire city of Walpurgis is going to be there  - well, everyone that matters, at least, will be there. You won’t, of course.”
   She paused, trying to listen in for a