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Okay, I hadn't seen the commercial, but I did think the number seemed a little immense. Still, the idea stands.
And I certainly get why you guys are mentioning it, it is a valid concern. I just had to give a boo hoo, all things considered.
It is amazing what people take for granted. How they are content to simply know that things work without knowing or caring how or why.
Such was the case in the steam tunnels none had trespassed in nearly a century. Even the animals that normally sought out the dark places to dwell seemed to avoid entering.
At the heart of those tunnels sat what to many observers would appear a coffin. Much taller then it was wide it was still larger then anything human would need. Made of metal with brass fittings, valves, and hoses it sat a remnant of an earlier age heedless of the passing of time, but then it showed it was not as much heedless as infinitely patient.
A click sounded, followed by a valve hissing, and then came the sounds of some sort of liquid draining away. Once that was finished the lid opened and a figure rose.
It was the Witch Queen a figure said to be as old as time itself she was not so much immortal as she had discovered a way to conquer the passing of the years.
As she felt them trying to catch up to her again she would retreat from the world to one lair or another and immerse herself in one of her alchemic baths where she would rest until her youth, beauty, and vigor were fully restored.
Though capable of changing form at will she had always preferred the pale skinned, auburn haired form that she was in as she emerged skyclad from the alchemic vessel.
Stepping in front of a dusty mirror she appraised her flesh. While she could feel her vitality renewed she possessed enough vanity to want to SEE the results, and they were as pleasing as always.
Her hands gave her firm bosom a squeeze, and not only was she pleased at their appearance, but that they were as delightfully sensitive as always.
Her stomach was flat and firm running to the swell of her hips, and even the little patch that she preferred to keep the hairs of her sex in was trimmed as she liked it.
Legs long and firmly muscled, looking into her own face she could see that too was a picture of beauty.
While her baths were as scientific as they were sorcerous it was as much her mind being given greater control over the processes of her flesh as it was any “regenerative” properties they liked to speak of when she last walked the Earth in the days of Queen Victoria.
She had learned a great deal however and as she checked the clock that she had set to tell her how much time had passed she was pleased to see the improvements she had made to her baths had made it less then a century for them to finish restoring her.
Smiling she filled her lungs deep with the air of this new age and turned to a regular bath to wash away the chemical remnants. There she found a small card, an invitation to a party on all Hallows Eve.
Pleased to realize that she had awoken in time she slipped into the bath while reading the details.
Her return to the surface world was over all pleasing. While many reveled in the day few cared to understand it, but that was unsurprising.
For her that her Victorian clothing as well as her carrying of a broom simply received compliments on her costume. Smiling them away she found a secluded place where she could cloak herself in spells of invisibility and climb upon her broom.
Which quickly bore her to her destination at the affixed time.
At her entry she was both impressed as well as amused with their hosts embellishments, and ultimately she was curious about one capable enough to get past the protections she put on her places of rest while respectful enough not to disturb her slumber.
