It's around noon on the first day of the second month of the year.  You have entered the Pleasure Salon of Calistria.  Guards stand by the door, preventing the few clients looking for a good time at this hour from entering, usually by pointing at a sign reading, "Closed until this evening for religious observance."  The invitation grants you passage, and dozens of prostitutes form two lines, creating a path for you to follow.  They offer long hugs and lingering kisses, each saying something like "Well met, my sister, and welcome."<br/><br/>The path leads to a pedestal surrounded by a circle of pillows, each with one of your names on it.  A large circle of chairs surrounds the pillows, unlabeled, no doubt for an audience.  After all of you arrive and take your place, one of the women stands on the pedestal.<br/>