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After Rafe had laid her down to sleep, stripping off her clothing and placing her in one of his old shirts to make sure she was comfortable, Samantha had tossed and turned, mumbling in her sleep, till the old man who saw her like a a daughter couldn't take it anymore and had gotten to go get drunk.

Shortly after he had left however, Samantha woken up, her hand clutched around the pendant on her neck, mesmerized by something only she could see. She stood, not paying attention to her dress and began walking, guided only by the strange light her charm bracelet was now glowing with. She walked through pre dawn Barton. A few predators of the various noobish sort that wandered through Barton thought to assault her but though better of it a moment later. There was just something a little too creepy about the redhead in just a nightshirt and a pair of pink panties and white socks wandering through Barton Town for them to feel comfortable about messing with her.

However, she didn't take the ferry to Gambino, nor did she walk the path to Durem. Instead, she walked into the reaches of the Void, the one place where most, mortal and non alike feared to tread. One step in and then her path was swallowed by the wild 'sands' of the 'desert'. She simply followed her some unseen compass, wherever they were, letting it lead her through.

Eventually, she found herself at the Temple, several hours later, in fact it was almost night again. The Dusk highlighted the odd crystal strangely, reflecting off the many colors of the sky but having them shimmer off as well, leading to an almost blinding effect.

She put her hand to the massive doors and watched them slide open as if they had been waiting for her. Mutely, she walked in further, her head glancing about as if looking, but instead they saw nothing, only more crystal. Each set of doors opened before her until at last she came to an altar.

One step, then another before she placed her hand down on the 'marble' What happened then, she would never be able to explain. A bright flare of light and the next thing she knew, she was drifting in and out of conciousness while her body rested on the alter and what appeared to be a puddle of blood was under her.

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"Well ain't that a sight..." Smart words from an obvious genius man. The fat cigar hanging off his lip swerved to the right. Nervous habit commencing; chewing on the rich and expensive paper used to roll it. Both hands kept up a steady rhythm of smoothing down his tie with firm grip.

Hell; who was he trying to kid. His hands were jerking so bad that it was becoming a reasonable fear of him ripping the thing off. The Temple was big. Sure; he had kind of figured it would be a grand place. All these religious dealies were big and elaborate; waste of good money they were. But this was just something else entirely.

Back, back, and even further still his neck craned in an attempt to see past the place. With the doors before him and the bleak sky behind his courage was quickly dwindling. This is not what he had been led to believe in. The research did not mention any of this. Was it wrong? Was this all an elaborate joke? And the final question that was really starting to dwell in his head: had he just stumbled into Hell? He expected more fire and brimstone.

A nervous little chuckle broke his lips - along with the dead silence of the place - as he reached for the door. His hand did not even get close to the dark crystaline foundation. With a creak that was far too removed from a horror movie they swung open.

It took a good five minutes for him to stop holding his arms over his face and quivering in terror. Before him the path and beyond that crystal and more crystal along with darkness. His mind told him to go back but his body and pride refused. His body for lack of ability to move. Pride fought a long standing battle to not give up when he had come this far. A quick glance over his shoulder and he gulped audibly - there might not even be a way back.

For all he cared or knew it could have been an escalator taking him inside. Once his feet started moving - one simple step forward - they carried him forward. It almost felt as if another had taken up root and was pushing him on what he was starting to refer to as a suicide march.

Not even once did the sole of his designer shoes miss a beat in skidding across the floor. The rustle of his designer suit as he walked. It was all that seemed to exist in this place. Him and crystaline walls and doors. Close a door; open one with thoughts interrupting thoughts. His mind a cluttered mass as he moved on the revealing path. Far past the stage where he could even fake bravery. Terrified more like it. All too real the feeling of being in water; drinking and breathing at the same time.

Perhaps that is why his reaction was so enthusiastic when he found her. Double doors opening before him and the alter coming into view. At that point Conrad did not even care. He ran for the body on sight - living or dead did not matter. Fat form waddling almost as he moved fast as possible for him. Rather then come to a stop he threw himself at the alter and thus the body.

One hand impacted the alter just to the right Sam's body. A flash of light lit the room and that was it. There was a momentary impression of something he could not explain - something he did not like at all. Briefly recieving a flash of his body laid out across the alter as if some strange outer body experience from Hell. And then amongst his own screams losing consiousness.

Obviously this was paradise. The entire group of Bunnies - thirteen in all - dancing all over the couch he occupied. Best of all the faces looked as good as the little white cotton tails swinging all over. Surely this was the perfect situation as his girth laid side down on the couch. As a particularly tasty morsel of flesh drifted close his massive slug-like tail slapped the floor...what the hell?

Waking up came quick after he realized he was a Hutt. This was something of a reoccuring dream - he had it often. A nightmare really as no underaged piece of sugar could tempt after that. Not to say he did not...

What was this?

With eyes thin slitted - as if still asleep - he looked up into a face that could have come from his dream. Just as nice to admire and by view just as young. Quick rolling inspection behind his eyelids. Oh yes indeed this one was of the newer generation. It did not even phase him that this was not one of the bunnies and he was not sprawled out on his bed.

"Haha..." Voice groggy and uncaring as the mound of a belly bounced with the chuckle. "Daddy'll take good care of ya when he wakes up. Go and change into something exotic...preferably without an a**." And with that vision of ettiquite he rolled over onto his stomach in one great heave to the right that would be on Sam if she was in that direction.