It was a dark and stormy night…

It was a dark and stormy night…

Stina shivered and pulled her wrap tighter around her shoulders. “Are you sure we’re going the right way?” she asked.
“Of course I’m sure,” RACE snapped, tugging nervously on his mustard-yellow tie. “I am a man. Men don’t get lost,” he blustered.
Stina shrugged and continued to look worriedly out the window. Just then, a large, looming, creepy house came into view, lights flickering in its windows like eyes watching their approach.
Stina wanted to demand that they turn around and go back to Florida, but RACE was already parking the car.
A pair of servants ran out from under the awning with umbrellas and they all dashed to the front door of the imposing mansion.
“Howdy,” said the sexy butler. “Y’all are the last to arrive. Here, let me take yer coat there, miss.”
Stina handed the hunky butler her wrap and he smiled approvingly at her slinky white satin dress.
“Follow me.” He led them through the grand foyer to a cozy room with numerous sofas and chairs and a fire blazing in an ornate grate.
Stina saw that the others were all already waiting.
Terri looked stunning in a slinky red satin dress. EEE looked equally stunning in a slinky peacock-blue dress. Garth looked dashing in his forest green waistcoat. And Nova looked…interesting… in a plum-colored beret that clashed a bit with his ginger hair. He seemed annoyed about something…
Stina noticed that there was an odd array of objects on the table in the center of the room.
The hunky Texan butler drew her attention then as he tipped his hat at them, flashing all three ladies a wicked grin before turning to leave. He almost ran into a lovely brunette in a scandalously short French maid’s uniform who was carrying a tray of aperitifs. “Oops! Sorry, darlin’,” he grinned, giving her taut little bottom a gentle pinch.
“Sacrebleu!” she squealed, giving him a severe look and muttering French curse words after him under her breath.
Everyone took a glass from the little French fluffball and then she curtseyed to them, giving the men an eyeful of her bountiful bosom, before she flounced out of the room.
“What exactly are we doing here?” Stina started to ask when suddenly there was a rolling roar of thunder that shook the entire room, followed by a flashing streak of lightning.
A moment of perfect silence.
The sizzling scent of ozone.
And then the room went dark…

---

What are they all doing in that creepy old house in the middle of storm? What will happen next? Why is Nova wearing a purple beret?