It was one of the priestesses at his feet, Nigulla, who clapped her hands two times and nodded at the Archmage. The Archmage, Zurthan Kerxes, whispere...d something and made a gesture at Artheos. Still staring shocked at Iane, his already stiff figure solidified completely. Four unarmed Manthakin appeared from behind a canvas opposite from the entrance Iane and the others had used to enter the tent. They picked up the petrified body of Lord Artheos and carried it away.Following Artheos' departure. "Yeah, I'm okay... I think."Janice leaned against her dad's right shoulder. "I'm so sorry, it's all my fault!"Greg gently guided her into his arms for comforting before kissing her forehead. "No, sweetheart, it's not your fault at all." I could've gotten plane tickets, but I thought I was brave and now... Oh Dad, I love you so much, missed you all so much."He smiled despite their grim situation. "Sweetheart, you make us all very proud. This is nothing; it's an inconvenience at best. We'll look. " She leaned over and kissed me deeply. I realized that I didn't need to take any initiative tonight. Her hand was pinching my nipple. Soon, she was pushing me over, and I put my head on the armrest. "Baby, this is only going to work if you spread your legs." I complied, and she nestled tighter on top of me. Her hand was instantly at my asshole, fingering me again. I moaned in surprise. "Yeah, that's it. Show me how much you enjoy it." She reached down to her purse for lube and started to lube. ‘This man is betting a grand that she does not dare to strip.’ Don was loud enough so that the men around the stage could all hear. Nobody offered to raise the stakes. The thumping music came on. I wowed the audience by inverting myself, gripping the pole by my ankles, my hands on the floor, the dress floating around my chest, my thong undies visible. When I stood upright again, stacks of twenties appeared. I sauntered around the stage, taking my time to collect my reward, letting them slide it.