<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/LBB_Michael.jpg)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">● Cut and bandaged finger.<br/>● Curious about the book.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Chloe seems to calm down, her anxiety replaced with interest and Circe... well Circe cannot pass a chance to offer a lewd comment.  "Part man part horse?  It depends on the parts I guess.  If you're thinking what you're usually thinking, and judging by the porn cookies I think you do, they are called 'ridiculously hung'.  As for tits, I'd rather play with yours, in the spirit of the holidays you know, sharing is caring..."<br/></span><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7c/Spell_1.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><br/>I pull the book closer and open it to one of the middle pages.  It is written in English, luckily so at least I can understand what it says -- a short ditty about clothes, but it can have a different, deeper meaning -- an analogy of people pretending to be what they are not.  As I look at the verses, I seem to hear muted whispering just on the edge of my hearing, but it fades away when I try to concentrate on it.  Am I having a 'The Shining' moment?  Hopefully not, the girls would not appreciate me chasing them with an axe, maybe with some other tool...<br/><br/>An idea pops into my head.  "Guys, we can make it a fun game, sort of a 'truth or dare' except we have to do what the book says.  Here, listen to this one:" I run my finger over the words, reciting them with exaggerated pathos, may as well add some humour to it.<br/><br class="clear_left"/><br/>    "The clothes you wear present a false facade,<br/>    Like woven lies your essence they conceal.<br/>    A magic spell will peel away the fraud,<br/>    And your true nature to the world reveal!"<br/><br/>The whispering intensifies, and a tingling of sorts develops in my hand not unlike the pins-and-needles sensation when circulation returns to a limb.  "So what do you think?  Do we dress up Circe as Nurse Nasty?  Or strip Chloe naked?  Hey, just kidding," I hasten to add when Chloe makes a face at me, reaching to pat her on the arm in a reassuring way while winking at Circe.  Then...  A flash, a jolt, and I pull my hand away.  "The hell?"</span><br/>