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with the Earth.”
    Beverly Chambers couldn’t help thinking that perhaps this was what the empress was hoping for, or to make a statement, probably both…and she was right. But she was wrong about one thing. It wasn’t Beral’s mind that had laid this trap, but a much, MUCH older former ruler, one with much more experience and cunning than the empress, who had only lived less than a century.
    “But don’t be too stressed by the possibilities of what might happen,” continued President Kaminski with a wink. “I’ve never been to one of these feasts personally, but there are certain other Bellasarian ambassadors and travelers who have. It is very possible that nothing beyond what your former presidents witnessed will happen at all. However, if someone does set it off…and that has happened, I don’t think anyone will object to us leaving… providing we excuse ourselves properly. Well…let’s hope for the best.”
    The feasting hall was huge and representatives of every major nation and tribe was either already there or arriving. Many of the assembled mutants were dressed much more revealingly than earlier, but to Chambers’s shock, the rulers of Melmoria and the Forest Kingdom were near or completely naked aside from their jewelry, and their children and aides as well. The Melmorian queen, Queen Tabitha, looked defiantly at the American President and especially the Akkadians. The president remembered what she had been told when she was being entertained at the prime minister’s estate. The Melmorians, Tabonese and to a degree, the people of the great forests, have been the most resistant to alien ways and influences of all the known major Bellasarian peoples. They have little love for the Akkadians who have been vocal on occasions about Melmorian indecency and the barbarians of the western forest. Queen Tabitha smirked and bounced her rather sizable, well-formed and very exposed breasts at President Kaminski in defiance. His wife (whose own chest was not nearly as impressive) glared at the woman, and immediately begged that they be excused from the gathering, and the Americans too, before the worse happened.
    “Honey, these barbarians are making Bellasarians look like immoral and shameless savages. And I’ve heard about these traditional parties! If they should…”
    The poor president was forced to remind the infuriated woman that this was impossible at such an early time without insulting the empress herself. But he assured her they would leave as soon as they had observed the basics in courtesy. This gave little comfort to the Akkadian First Lady and it was about to get worse.
    If the First Lady of Akkadia and the American President were made to feel conscientious by the Melmorian Queen, they were about to reach an even greater low as Empress Beral III, her husband and their now curiously overdressed son, entered the room and moved to their proper place. President Chambers was speechless. The empress was wearing a two piece dress (if you could even call it that) that left her midsection entirely exposed from just below her huge breasts to below her naval riding low on her hips. The ankle length skirt had two splits on the sides exposing the empress’s legs as she walked. The separate top could barely contain, much less conceal, what was in it. But although certain parts of the empress’s anatomy bounced and jiggled, other parts were quite firm and solid. Beverly Chambers, having only seen the empress in her heavy robes, once believed Beral III was a fat exception to the exquisite Bellasarian rule. But now Beverly realized that she was completely mistaken. She also saw immediately that the empress was noticeably shorter now. Obviously she had been wearing raised shoes beneath her robes when they first met. Now however, she was wearing casual flats. This loss of some height made her chest seem even larger, but her body more properly proportioned and even more curvaceous and powerfully made. My God, thought