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  The night was calm and warm, a slight breeze rolling up from the ocean. The gas lights flickered in the breeze as a young woman walked up the street. Her dress was of the finest quality, a green shawl wrapped loosely around her head. The winter had been harsh this year, but the summer was warm and pleasant this year. The woman ignored it all, she focused on her objective a small store at the end of the road. The sign above the plain green wooden door read “Andrew Havishams Magic Emporia.” anyone who had lived in Neo Loundium for any length of time could tell you great stories of the adventurers of Freawyne Havisham, and all knew of the fabulous treasures he brought back from far off lands. His son Andrew had decided not to keep up the family tradition of adventuring and instead took up the arcane performing arts. He was just what the young woman was looking for.
  The Bell rang with a soft jingling of the bell hanging behind the door. The inside of the shop was lined wall to wall with tarot cards, blessed dice, tinctures, and assorted small illusions for the kids. The woman's head scanned across the shop, looking for the shop keeper. She was so focused she didn't notice the tip of white fur poking out from under her dress.
“miss, your petticoat is showing.” Andrew said walking past the woman holding a ratty old tome.
  The girl nearly jumped out of her skin, tucking the speck of fur under her dress. While he chose not tobe the world traveling hero like his father, he did pick up a few skills from his lessons. The girl was left wonder how he knew, and how he crept up so quietly behind her.
“oh, thank you sir” she smiled nervously at the man “I take it then you are Mr. Havisham?”
“Indeed I am,” He bowed as he walked behind the shop counter “is my shop to your liking?”
“yes sir, though I was told you dabbled into arcane performances?” she asked flowing up to the counter. “but all I see here are minor cantrips, where are the larger ones?”
“oh I do, but I keep those in the basement. Can't have the children getting into them.” he smiledclosing his book.
“care to show me sir?” she smiled at him a bit more confidently.
“If you'll grace me with your name?” He kissed her hand with a bow
“you may call me Mary.” she blushed, such charm was rare in most shop owners she found. Especially in this field.
“and to what do I owe the privilege of a visit from one of the hidden folk?” Andrew talked as he walked to a plain looking door behind the counter.
“oh,” Mary was taken aback. “how did you know?”
“your tail was some what of give away.” He chuckled unlocking the series of door locks.
  She frowned, letting her bushy fox tail slide out of her dress, no point in hiding it now she thought. Andrew lead her through the thick wooden door and down a flight of stairs that lead into a well lit basement. Mary wondered what was powering the lamps down here, whale oil didn't burn that bright, and it didn't burn blue either. It didn't smell like a gas lamp either, the room smelt like a crisp rainfall on a warm spring night. She took a few steps into the room and examined the collection of posters adorning the walls. Each was of a different magician or illusion, and from a different year. Some of the men featured had died several decades ago.
“Impressive collection sir, I've seen some of these performances live.” she smiled turning back to him.
“thank you, I'm something of a collector. I envy you getting to see them.” he smiled wistfully. “I suppose you'd like to see the tricks and not listen to me wax nostalgic about dead men.”
  she just nodded with a smile, inside she was as excited as a schoolgirl. For the past few centuries she had nurtured a secret fascination with the magic, from the time she saw a magician performing in a village square she was hooked. She had traveled the globe searching for magicians and illusions.
“hmm, it would seem I've forgotten the most important part of any illusion!” The man struck his forehead with his hand
“oh what is that sir?”
“The Assistant!” He declared loudly, searching about the room for something, as if he had merely misplaced a living creature.
“If it would help I'd gladly offer my services.” Mary smiled, giddier then ever.
“Well that would help things wouldn't it?” Andrew smiled offering his hand to the girl. “May I have a volunteer from the audience?”
“Why of course.” She took his hand with a giggle.
  She hadn't felt like this since she was a young wandering singer falling in with that grizzled mercenary near Fauln. Her heart aflutter like a young school girl reading her first trashy romance novel found squirreled away in her parents dresser.
“Thank you my dear, now then if you would be ever so kind as to step up to the stage.” Andrew fell fully into his mask as the performer. “now have we ever met before tonight?”
“Why no sir, we have not.” he was certainly going the distance to give her the full show experience.
“excellent, then the audience is duly satisfied I trust?” he turned to face the crowd that shesimply couldn't see. “for my next trick I shall help this lovely woman defy the very laws of reality!”
  His voice carried just a simple joy in the performance. That carried through to his movements as he demonstrated the simple levitation effect on a rose. Then he turned to look her straight into her eyes, down through them into the deepest reaches of her being. She knew enough to hide those parts of her self that she didn't care to reveal to the man. But he didn't seem to take anything from her, just seemed to deliver a calming caress to her soul, her shoulders sagged as she gave into the pleasant feelings washing over her.
  Andrew broke the eye contact subtly,good he knew his art. Breaking the contact suddenly could give the poor recipient a killer headache, if not knocking them out completely. He was good enough to leave her senses open, so she could experience the full routine. She could feel her ankles go weak and her body tip towards him. Her body sailed through the air before he caught her gently, guiding her back until she was standing straight up. His other hand rested on the back of her knee. With one swift motion he lifted her body into the air, and let go leaving her floating weightless in the air. It was a marvelous feeling, all the tensions and pressures a body carried were gone, like floating in a warm pool of water. Her tail flicked downward, brushing the store floor.
  A faint smile crossed her face, it was everything she'd dreamed of it being. Andrew made several dramatic passes over the floating body of his assistant. Each pass raised and lowered her, higher altitude seemed warmer, and lower ones seemed cooler on her skin. So much to savour, It had been different when she had been sitting on the sidelines, just watching the lovely assistant at the center of the magic. Now she could see why most of them seemed to be so happy at every show. Andrew reached behind his back and pulled a fairly sizable silver hoop, to big to hide behind such a slender man. He passed it over her once, then twice. It felt odd sliding over her, even though it wasn't making physical contact with her body, like a soft jet of water gliding across her body. She had to stifle a soft whimper of pleasure. Her cheeks flushed bright red as he floated her back down onto the soles of her feet.
“Mary, everything alright?” He snapped his fingers infront of her face.
“hmmm, oh yes, every thing's just wonderful.” She had a dreamy expression on her face. “thank you”
“good!” He smiled broadly. “not many take to the magic as well as you seem to have.”
“thank you,” she wondered if that was all the magic she would experience, maybe another private show.
“no thank you, I haven't performed in some time, you've given me a chance to do it again.” there seemed sorrow in his eyes.
“Why haven't you been performing, if its not too forward of me to ask?” she leaned in her tail flicking from side to side.
“my last assistant, she ah vanished in the box of another.” He chuckled glumly. “and I've yet to find one as eager to fill her spot.”
“My schedule is free for the foreseeable future,” her cheeks flushed bright red, she wasn't normally this forward.
“Oh!” His face brightened. “well I do have an invitation to perform before the lord mayor tomorrow. And I need an assistant for the occasion.”
“I'd be honored.” she leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek, and it was his turn to blush.
“excellent.” He fought back a stammer. “we'll have to sort out a costume.”
  He ran to his work bench and tore through sheafs of paper, each one bearing the design of a costume for assistant. He held a few over Mary, and shook his head, throwing it into the corner. He chewed through about fifteen of the sketches. Then he found one he wanted. He pined it to a white sheet hanging off the wall. He hastily gathered up the fabric in his arms and tossed it over Mary who stood their dumbstruck.
  She purred as the soft white fabric slid across her skin. A soft tingling played across her skin as her clothing changed into a thin mist. Her shoes vanished entirely, replaced by gold spangly jewelry that linked to a pair of copper anklets. The thick dress split up the middle and wrapped around her legs in a pair of baggy harem pants. For modesty's sake a shiny satin brief covered betwixt her legs, but it was cut low. A navel jewel pushed up from her belly button as her shirt dissolved, replaced by semi-translucent harem sleeve and bra combination. The whole look lent her an exotic edge. Thankfully the cavity in her back was covered by some illusory skin.
“well what do you think Mary?” he was smiling nervously. “is it too skimpy?”
“no its fine.” she smiled,it would be scandolus, but she liked that at times. “but I can't exactly walk the streets like this.”
“I have a spare room if you need it.” Andrew offered timidly.
“thank you.”

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  The night was calm and warm, a slight breeze rolling up from the ocean. The gas lights flickered in the breeze as a young woman walked up the street. Her dress was of the finest quality, a green shawl wrapped loosely around her head. The winter had been harsh this year, but the summer was warm and pleasant this year. The woman ignored it all, she focused on her objective a small store at the end of the road. The sign above the plain green wooden door read “Andrew Havishams Magic Emporia.” anyone who had lived in Neo Loundium for any length of time could tell you great stories of the adventurers of Freawyne Havisham, and all knew of the fabulous treasures he brought back from far off lands. His son Andrew had decided not to keep up the family tradition of adventuring and instead took up the arcane performing arts. He was just what the young woman was looking for.
  The Bell rang with a soft jingling of the bell hanging behind the door. The inside of the shop was lined wall to wall with tarot cards, blessed dice, tinctures, and assorted small illusions for the kids. The woman's head scanned across the shop, looking for the shop keeper. She was so focused she didn't notice the tip of white fur poking out from under her dress.
“miss, your petticoat is showing.” Andrew said walking past the woman holding a ratty old tome.
  The girl nearly jumped out of her skin, tucking the speck of fur under her dress. While he chose not tobe the world traveling hero like his father, he did pick up a few skills from his lessons. The girl was left wonder how he knew, and how he crept up so quietly behind her.
“oh, thank you sir” she smiled nervously at the man “I take it then you are Mr. Havisham?”
“Indeed I am,” He bowed as he walked behind the shop counter “is my shop to your liking?”
“yes sir, though I was told you dabbled into arcane performances?” she asked flowing up to the counter. “but all I see here are minor cantrips, where are the larger ones?”
“oh I do, but I keep those in the basement. Can't have the children getting into them.” he smiledclosing his book.
“care to show me sir?” she smiled at him a bit more confidently.
“If you'll grace me with your name?” He kissed her hand with a bow
“you may call me Mary.” she blushed, such charm was rare in most shop owners she found. Especially in this field.
“and to what do I owe the privilege of a visit from one of the hidden folk?” Andrew talked as he walked to a plain looking door behind the counter.
“oh,” Mary was taken aback. “how did you know?”
“your tail was some what of give away.” He chuckled unlocking the series of door locks.
  She frowned, letting her bushy fox tail slide out of her dress, no point in hiding it now she thought. Andrew lead her through the thick wooden door and down a flight of stairs that lead into a well lit basement. Mary wondered what was powering the lamps down here, whale oil didn't burn that bright, and it didn't burn blue either. It didn't smell like a gas lamp either, the room smelt like a crisp rainfall on a warm spring night. She took a few steps into the room and examined the collection of posters adorning the walls. Each was of a different magician or illusion, and from a different year. Some of the men featured had died several decades ago.
“Impressive collection sir, I've seen some of these performances live.” she smiled turning back to him.
“thank you, I'm something of a collector. I envy you getting to see them.” he smiled wistfully. “I suppose you'd like to see the tricks and not listen to me wax nostalgic about dead men.”
  she just nodded with a smile, inside she was as excited as a schoolgirl. For the past few centuries she had nurtured a secret fascination with the magic, from the time she saw a magician performing in a village square she was hooked. She had traveled the globe searching for magicians and illusions.
“hmm, it would seem I've forgotten the most important part of any illusion!” The man struck his forehead with his hand
“oh what is that sir?”
“The Assistant!” He declared loudly, searching about the room for something, as if he had merely misplaced a living creature.
“If it would help I'd gladly offer my services.” Mary smiled, giddier then ever.
“Well that would help things wouldn't it?” Andrew smiled offering his hand to the girl. “May I have a volunteer from the audience?”
“Why of course.” She took his hand with a giggle.
  She hadn't felt like this since she was a young wandering singer falling in with that grizzled mercenary near Fauln. Her heart aflutter like a young school girl reading her first trashy romance novel found squirreled away in her parents dresser.
“Thank you my dear, now then if you would be ever so kind as to step up to the stage.” Andrew fell fully into his mask as the performer. “now have we ever met before tonight?”
“Why no sir, we have not.” he was certainly going the distance to give her the full show experience.
“excellent, then the audience is duly satisfied I trust?” he turned to face the crowd that shesimply couldn't see. “for my next trick I shall help this lovely woman defy the very laws of reality!”
  His voice carried just a simple joy in the performance. That carried through to his movements as he demonstrated the simple levitation effect on a rose. Then he turned to look her straight into her eyes, down through them into the deepest reaches of her being. She knew enough to hide those parts of her self that she didn't care to reveal to the man. But he didn't seem to take anything from her, just seemed to deliver a calming caress to her soul, her shoulders sagged as she gave into the pleasant feelings washing over her.
  Andrew broke the eye contact subtly,good he knew his art. Breaking the contact suddenly could give the poor recipient a killer headache, if not knocking them out completely. He was good enough to leave her senses open, so she could experience the full routine. She could feel her ankles go weak and her body tip towards him. Her body sailed through the air before he caught her gently, guiding her back until she was standing straight up. His other hand rested on the back of her knee. With one swift motion he lifted her body into the air, and let go leaving her floating weightless in the air. It was a marvelous feeling, all the tensions and pressures a body carried were gone, like floating in a warm pool of water. Her tail flicked downward, brushing the store floor.
  A faint smile crossed her face, it was everything she'd dreamed of it being. Andrew made several dramatic passes over the floating body of his assistant. Each pass raised and lowered her, higher altitude seemed warmer, and lower ones seemed cooler on her skin. So much to savour, It had been different when she had been sitting on the sidelines, just watching the lovely assistant at the center of the magic. Now she could see why most of them seemed to be so happy at every show. Andrew reached behind his back and pulled a fairly sizable silver hoop, to big to hide behind such a slender man. He passed it over her once, then twice. It felt odd sliding over her, even though it wasn't making physical contact with her body, like a soft jet of water gliding across her body. She had to stifle a soft whimper of pleasure. Her cheeks flushed bright red as he floated her back down onto the soles of her feet.
“Mary, everything alright?” He snapped his fingers infront of her face.
“hmmm, oh yes, every thing's just wonderful.” She had a dreamy expression on her face. “thank you”
“good!” He smiled broadly. “not many take to the magic as well as you seem to have.”
“thank you,” she wondered if that was all the magic she would experience, maybe another private show.
“no thank you, I haven't performed in some time, you've given me a chance to do it again.” there seemed sorrow in his eyes.
“Why haven't you been performing, if its not too forward of me to ask?” she leaned in her tail flicking from side to side.
“my last assistant, she ah vanished in the box of another.” He chuckled glumly. “and I've yet to find one as eager to fill her spot.”
“My schedule is free for the foreseeable future,” her cheeks flushed bright red, she wasn't normally this forward.
“Oh!” His face brightened. “well I do have an invitation to perform before the lord mayor tomorrow. And I need an assistant for the occasion.”
“I'd be honored.” she leaned in and planted a kiss on his cheek, and it was his turn to blush.
“excellent.” He fought back a stammer. “we'll have to sort out a costume.”
  He ran to his work bench and tore through sheafs of paper, each one bearing the design of a costume for assistant. He held a few over Mary, and shook his head, throwing it into the corner. He chewed through about fifteen of the sketches. Then he found one he wanted. He pined it to a white sheet hanging off the wall. He hastily gathered up the fabric in his arms and tossed it over Mary who stood their dumbstruck.
  She purred as the soft white fabric slid across her skin. A soft tingling played across her skin as her clothing changed into a thin mist. Her shoes vanished entirely, replaced by gold spangly jewelry that linked to a pair of copper anklets. The thick dress split up the middle and wrapped around her legs in a pair of baggy harem pants. For modesty's sake a shiny satin brief covered betwixt her legs, but it was cut low. A navel jewel pushed up from her belly button as her shirt dissolved, replaced by semi-translucent harem sleeve and bra combination. The whole look lent her an exotic edge. Thankfully the cavity in her back was covered by some illusory skin.
“well what do you think Mary?” he was smiling nervously. “is it too skimpy?”
“no its fine.” she smiled,it would be scandolus, but she liked that at times. “but I can't exactly walk the streets like this.”
“I have a spare room if you need it.” Andrew offered timidly.
“thank you.”