It was late in the day and K'shara was in the olde curiosity shoppe looking, logically enough, for olde curiosities. As one of the town's most talented, if perverted, sorceresses, you are always on the lookout for more goodies to buy up. The store is poorly lit and smells of smoke from all sorts of burnt remains of exotic plant life. The pickings today seem slim, but there, in the corner it sits. Shining like a beacon as it is backlit by the dusty sunlight passing through the only functional window in the entire establishment. A pink collar just beckons to you - after all, something so beautiful as it can only be owned by someone so beautiful as you. From behind, the proprietor of the store, an elderly gentleman with a long thin white beard and an equally long thin wicked smile you know well sidles up behind you and asks,<strong><em>"Soooo, does something catch your eye, young one?"</em></strong>