Groggily awaking (as much as one can 'awake' to a dream), the halfling narrowed her eyes as she spotted the womanly figured door before her, and then the landscape of... nipples everywhere.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">"Heavy Metal?"</span>She asked, not entirely conscious yet. Funny thing, dreams. They feel so real while you're in them, and it's only when one wakes up that they seem actually strange.<br/><br/>She shook her head and looked around in a haze. She didn't have much choice, it seemed. Although Viloet was still too groggy to really comprehend all of this. Afterall, this<em>was </em>a dream- with absolutely no basis in reality. ...Or was it?<br/><br/>The small woman stepped forward to pass through the door, ready to undergo... commencement? Initation? ...Beginningness? What was the word she was looking for...?