<strong>Name:</strong>Harmony<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sensate Sensoriums, Civic Festhall, Sigil<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid-morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Golden Morning Radiance, Fei, Open<br/><br/>Golden Morning Radiance's actions continued to be a puzzle to Harmony, as time went on.  The petitioner had been hesitant to indulge in recorded impressions of sexual activities with other women, yet soon after, she was willingly disrobing herself, her actions consistent with sexual displays meant to arouse and attract potential partners.  She had confessed to being willing, and through her actions seemed almost eager, to engage in sexual activities with both herself and Fei, in clear defiance of her earlier actions.  Could it be that she simply had a reason to prefer the real act over the recorded one, even though there were few qualitative differences between them?  But then, what could that reason be?<br/><br/><em>"May I know your name helpful one?"</em><br/><br/>"I choose to call myself Harmony."  The question had been simple enough to answer, though it also left the Modron somewhat puzzled.  Fei had been listening in on her earlier conversation with Golden Morning Radiance.  Did she only arrive after the point in the conversation where the Modron had introduced herself?  That would explain the lack of knowledge...  But there were more pressing concerns, at the moment.<br/><br/>As a petitioner from a lawful good-aligned plane, Golden Morning Radiance's form held an innate appeal to Harmony's sense of aesthetics.  She lacked many of the odd little touches of asymmetry that mortals never seemed to notice within themselves, little accidents of natural growth that were too small for most people to even bother noticing.  Both breasts were precisely the same size, for example, with no deviations in mass or other measurements that the Modron could detect.  Her olive skin was flawless, containing no imperfections; her long, black hair was perfectly straight without even the slightest hint of tangling or even a single follicle out of place; her lips were smooth, her eyes and ears level, and, from the angle the Modron could see from, at least, her ass was also-<br/><br/><em>"But those people are looking for a lone woman, bound head to toe in silks.  They are not looking for three women, bound in nothing but their skin."</em><br/><br/>"I approve of this plan."  The words left Harmony's mouth automatically, almost before she could process what the plan actually was.  The two women sharing the chamber of the sensorium with her would make slight changes to their appearance in order to avoid matching the description that had been given, and the three of them would exit the building together, thus neatly avoiding the ongoing search.<br/><br/>On review of the plan laid out by the other woman, the Modron found no reason to amend her earlier statement, hasty though it may have been.  She could not conceive of any potential flaws in this course of action whatsoever.