Today was a new day for me, a delicious goddess. The sun was up, and the bedroom was filled with soft light. Using it to my advantage, I stared at my body in the mirror, noticing the stiff nipples on my perfect breasts. My trim tummy and nice round ass were delightfully welcoming. Not to mention what was waiting in between my legs. Flawless.
I shook my head.
Enough admiration.
With a wave of my hand I turned on the television in the other room. It came to life with a warm buzz.
"The Downtown Museum is hosting a special event!" The blonde reporter happily exclaimed.
I emerged from the bedroom to glace at the television.
More often than not this damn machine makes the mind lazy, but it does have its uses. Humans will find anything to amuse themselves.
The reporter continued: "This is an exclusive showing. Only if you have an invitation, can you possibly get in. Rare codices - books from ancient times - are up for viewing. Collectors from all over have been invited, the media, and of course, the most prestigious citizens our city has to offer."
"Oooh, I see." A smile graced my face. In the past, any Time Keeper would flock to glance at tomes of the past. They collected many things, from books to clothes to jewels, anything that could tie them to a certain time. Once they had a memento from an era, they could find out anything about it. The most powerful Time Keepers could even travel to those eras. Tomes, however, were by far the best possible artifact a Time Keeper could get their hands on.
"The man who has been inviting everyone is Jacob McBradden, the owner of the museum. He says he wants to share the wealth of yore with the world." The reporter paused as the footage switched to a handsome middle aged man in a suit. To the bottom left of him, his name was displayed. He was indeed the owner being interviewed.
"Human vanity." I rolled my eyes. "At least I know what he looks like and where to reach him." I grinned, thinking of how badly I needed to get an invite. I also had a sneaking suspicion that required me to question him something.
"Mr. McBradden will be leaving the museum early afternoon today to speak with sponsors who will produce meals and drinks for this wonderful exhibition which starts tomorrow!" The reporter's face faded as I waved my hand again, turning the machine off.
"He's not going anywhere in a storm." I snapped my fingers. In the distance a roll of thunder was heard.
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Within twenty minutes, I was at the museum.
I had chosen to wear a black skirt down to my knees with a slit down the side with a nice g-string barely covering my cunt, which was dripping when I thought about the exact ways I was going to get information from McBradden. I was also wearing my dark chestnut leather jacket, which hugged my full frame, zipped to my neck for now.
Before I entered the massive building, I looked over my shoulder. My tempest was top notch. The rain poured heavily, almost stinging the skin. The streets had a fine layer of water on them, and had already caused four accidents around the city. Thunder cracked in the skies, shaking roofs and oh - how beautiful the lightning was! Lighting up the heavens, toasting the ozone in the atmosphere.
