<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7e/Goldenmorningradiance.jpg)<br/><em>Golden Morning Radiance</em><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/59/Dustman.jpg)<br/><em>Dustman </em></td><td><strong>Name:</strong> "Dawn"<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Sensate Sensoriums, Civic Festhall, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Harmony, Fei<br/><br/>Dawn's skin was very warm as she linked arms with Harmony and drew the soft yield of her breast to the modron's steely muscle. There was a clinging stickiness when her bare skin touched Harmony's, of like seeking like, even though they were widly different species. If Harmony hadn't shed her clockwork form so long ago, Dawn would never have moulded to her like this- her skin would stop, just beyond the surface, held back by hard, foreign armor. This was a distinctly humanoid sensation. "Touch us?" Her voice was high and breathy, and she tensed as a virgin would at being stripped naked and pushed into the grasping, orgiastic masses. The fear mixed with the heightened pleasure was more than the petitioner could've asked for, but she would never have had the courage to do it alone.<br/><br/>There were hundreds of people down below as the trio reached the balcony to the huge open space of the Sensorium's center. Resplendent light glittered down from the oculus twenty stories high to the orientation below, with walkways ferrying visitors to and from the spiraling central ramp. The high strength glassteel of the walkways often gave new Sensates pause, as they were forced to step out onto it and trust the transparency to hold. For Dawn, the hesitation as the three of them slinked together, inexorably drawn to one of the glass walkways. Many of them were lavish with color and bottomed with curving glass flowers and lanterns, commissioned by generous donors. But the closest walkway was, of course, completely transparent. It was an unobstructed view to the crowded floor below. Dawn was trembling as soon as she set tiptoes onto its cool, smooth surface. It took all her effort not to scratch pink lines into the modron's golden flesh.<br/><br/>That was when the experience peaked for Dawn. The glowing moment when she was on full display to a throng of Sensates, both she and her twin who was accurate down to the anatomical level. "Ohh~" she cooed very quietly in Harmony's ear. "I- I do not know if I like it or not. It is a worthy experience." Her dainty toes left cooling marks behind on the glass with every unhurried step they took. There were young men and women in dark burgundy robes coming the opposite way, students of the planar lectures on break from their studies. They didn't turn aside when they encountered three streakers on the walkway. Each of the students reacted to their nudity differently, with giggles, with sour looks, with disbelief. But they were all looking, and they slowed considerably to squeeze by.<br/><br/>"I...am being touched," Dawn flustered, a continuous wave of wooly burgundy lapping over her, obscuring what was happening to her. It was upsetting for her, but not in a way that caused her to resist. She was much too polite. She was a river stone, her arms high around Harmony, letting the cloth and the touches drift by without complaint. And she was far from alone- it was a crowded space, and even the innocent students were obliged to touch Harmony's hip or Dusk's flank to press through.<br/><br/>There was one hand, though, that curled slender fingers up under Dusk's ribs and held steady.<br/>"You are lucky, godslave," the gloomy, bedraggled woman's voice spoke from behind the changeling. "This knife will grant you True Death." In her frayed brown cloak she had camouflaged well with the students, but she was no Sensate. The True Death was the philosophy of the Dustmen: the goal of all living things, to escape the tormented cycle of rebirth and succumb to oblivion. For petitioners, that goal was tantalizingly within reach.<br/><br/>Her ritual dagger was noisy as its serpentine curve rattled from the scabbard, being sharpened by internal grindstone as it went. A scream went up, and the guards responded quickly, but on this crowded and narrow walkway, it would be up to Fei and Harmony to protect themselves- and the very vulnerable petitioner.</td></tr></tbody></table>