It's midnight, and here is a still-rezzing Centaur.
The hindquarters are done, so is the front. Only the middle section needs to resolve.
Egads. The mid-section may be too resolved.
Being half-man/half-horse has its advantages...
I ask the Centaur for a lift and the only way to accommodate me is to lie flat on the ground, looking all sexxxy.
Since there is no way to mount without getting arrested, I decided to teleport.
At the magnificent ballroom of Avilion.
I had to get dressed in a tux to enter.
The crest of the club.
(Nervous. Preparing to enter.)
Wednesday, January 31, 2007