-chang, moving around the playground, unseen-<br/><br/>Chang moved in a manner that seemed to be quick, when all it was came down to efficiency. The hollowed chambers that surrounded parts of the playground area were a maze of access passages, repair ducts, and focal points for the various steams and water pressure devices that moved about the entirety of the Pleasure Dome. There were not a secret, the passages themselves, there had to be manner and method in the ability to repair and maintain the establishment. What was secret was the non-maintenance entry points, the hidden doors, false bulkheads, and the numbering system that would let someone know exactly where they were in the hidden corridors.<br/><br/>Chang however, knew them well, he had walked them all, even when un-needed to continue his familiarity with these paths.  And it was this knowledge that led him to a room, one that his doves were known for entertaining in.  Quickly and quietly he exited an access port not far from the room, entering the lounge and drawing from his jacket a pen and paper. With careful precision he wrote several small missives and placed them about the room. He knew his doves well enough,<br/><br/>Marie’s missive was written and placed on the foil wrapper of a bottle of champagne, Charlotte’s was under the lid of a box of chocolate finger delights. Roxanne’s was placed near a mirror. Each one picked to fit his love’s personalities, Marie’s exquisite tastes, Charlotte's innocence, and Roxanne’s voyeurism. His last act, the piece of the puzzle that would make the play complete, was a letter, set in the middle of the room, on the floor atop the thick carpet. It held one name atop the envelope, embossed in gold.<br/><br/>“Kissinger”<br/>