Four Pillars

A soft rustling brings you back to your senses. Your hostess sits quietly in the corner, the purple robes spread out before her as she completes your garment. The elegant fabric shimmers hypnotically, its elusive threads spinning a spell all of their own. > You inspect the fabric. Your fingers caress the exotic fabric. You could almost be touching skin: its richness hints at the flawlessness beneath the robe. She shifts her robes with a subtle whisper and offers you the completed robe. "All things return from which they started," she says in a hushed voice, almost to herself.