“…and so, marvellous ladies, you would like to inspect this little statuette I just bought. Have I to be afraid I messed with a previously started transaction?” Stephen Forst wasn’t young nor exceedingly tall, but muscular, and his eyes were piercing. They were alive, smart, and vigil. Scarlet and Claire were observed with keen interest by those gentle yet curious and life-hungry eyes. The red Witch was bursting for a piss, but shown no signs of weakness. Claire, on the other hand, were almost starting the pee-pee-dance. She controlled herself just because her lover told her it was of utter im