<div class="floatright">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2d1235x.jpg)</div><br/>Alcina grimaced distastefully.  Nothing seemed to be going right.  How had a pleasant day of being a model, hopefully while sipping wine, turned into killing vermin?<br/><br/>"Indeed.  The owner of this estate invited us here personally to provide us with clothing..."  Alcina bit her lip.  "... of a particular sort.  That is what we are here for.  He didn't say anything about an infestation."<br/><br/>She chewed her lip thoughtfully.  "What sort of an infestation is this, anyway?"