They survey the City

The three ships touched down on an empty plaza in what appeared to be the centre, the buildings around them all seemed almost tomb like in their appearance. Large slabs of a granite like substance, huge openings with pillars supporting ceilings, glassed archways and large solid doors. The trio wandered close to each other, Hansen keeping her right hand close to her blaster. Wilma surveyed the scene suddenly realising, remembering? these were shops, clothing shops, jewelers, technology and the like; it was a Vorvon shopping centre, and why not they had to have these things in a civilization. She slowly meandered toward one, looking through the glass she saw the most skin tight fetishized clothing. Straps of leather, latex sheaths, nylon body suits and cat suits, spike heeled boots and similar under wear. Wilma reached out with longing and touched the glass looking around her for a door.

Suddenly a shout rang out " Look is that a Cathedral?"

Wilma looked to where the ensign was pointing, there in the distance partially obscured by fog an edifice of ornate stone rose from the ground, around the spires flew some kind of bird or maybe a bat; it was hard to tell. Hansen had her viewing scope out and viewed the structure clearly as it's technology zoomed in reducing the fogs obfuscation.

"Bats, they're bats, very big bats."

Wilma smiled and looked back to the shop, seeing where the entrance was. She looked around back to her colleagues who were still looking at the Cathedral a perverted leer spread across her features as she fantasized again about dominating them, draining them, enslaving them and then making them Vorvons like her....

Wilma shook herself out of her fantasy, gripping her left arm tightly to try and get a grip on her feelings. No that was wrong she was human, a human female not a Vorvon. Maybe coming here had been a mistake maybe she was playing with forces beyond her abilities and understanding. They should just get back in their craft and leave.

A sudden screech from above made her look up, the bats were heading for them wings slowly, gracefully propelling them toward the trio.

"This way" yelled Wilma leading them into the clothing shop, the heat in Wilma's crotch suddenly bursting to life again...