I must be there for my princess when she needs me, her father. I must be there for her mother."The King rubbed his temples gingerly as he finished his... entry for the day. It had been a terrible day; nothing had gone right. His daughter, the Princess Marie-Vigneta would be at the palace by ten in the morning; the unconsciously breathing body of the Queen would arrive by five. His body ached, the life gone out, as he reminded himself that his son's body, after being properly embalmed and bandaged,. If her friend worked for Goodwill, she would have said so. So, I sat there and waited.At the back of the building, there was an off-shoot of other smaller stores. It was like a small strip mall was attached to the bigger store. Everything looked busy, except for one shop. Guess where we parked.Dana killed the engine and climbed out. “C’mon,” she said.I got out and looked up at the sign. The name of the place was Pink Rabbit Tailoring and, like the sign for Joyce’s Rack, there was a blue symbol. My perception of ‘rock stars’ had been that they were all assholes, but these guys seemed sweet. ‘Can we get you a drink?’ Sean said to me. A little bit tipsy from drinking the wine offered while watching the gig, I asked for a glass of wine, which was handed to me as I was setting up the tape recorder. I rattled through the questions and we had built up a flirty, fun rapport in no time at all. The questions were fairly mundane and as I relaxed I ad-libbed some questions, hoping that the real. Guess I'll ask Alice."E-ehh, why are you asking me that master? I'm a girl now you know!" Seeing my curious stare (added begging expression), she finally relented."Muuuu... Haizzz... Gosh, you're such a pervert master! The maximum length you can safely get to is probably around your height times 2, any bigger than that then it'll start costing you 1HP per 0.1 meter. Please, don't make me answer questions like these again..." Huh, even though she's the manager of the almighty system, she got.