(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Matigroves125square.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Mati Groves</span></span><br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Galaxy<br/><strong>With</strong>: (passing) Nereza Fabrizio and Leotie Dominguez<br/><br/>Mati was admiring the view from the bow of the yacht.  Yes he was.  No he wasn't pausing there in case he was sick after too much champagne combined with too little food on top of jet lag, no he wasn't.<br/><br/>Well, maybe he was.<em>The piano has been drinking, not me,</em>the old Tom Waits song slurred in his head as he tried to stand upright without the aid of the handrail.<br/><br/>But there was a clatter of footsteps and a jingle of slave-bells so he fixed on his most beatific smile and picked his way carefully down the steps. A rather imperious young woman swept past him, an anxious slave on a leash on all fours behind her.  The slave, flushed, her breasts swaying and a little reddened, looked up as if she might have recognized Mati, and seemed about to dare to speak or make some appropriate slave-grunt, but her mistress tugged on her leash and she was gone.<br/><br/>Gingerly, hunting in his memory for an appropriate song to sing, he made his way down to the launch for the quay.<br/><br/>