The Venerable One's whereabouts were unknown, but her return was near. A storm from the Outer Dimensions was about to rise, and the veil between reality and illusion was weakening. I needed your help.
What did you hide on that isolated island? Don't try to deceive me. I knew you had always been in contact with the Venerable One.
The Venerable One was on Mars, conducting research on the Celestial race.
I knew about the Celestial race. What else? I wanted to know what was on that island. You should know that I was rather particular.
Everything you might need was there, including our little toys, along with your favorite oversized self-heating bathtub and olive skin oil. Salomon smiled, though to outsiders, he merely appeared pleased with the cake before him. Bayonetta wore the same expression, especially at the mention of olive skin oil, her favorite lubricant. Under the table, her calf wrapped tightly around him like a snake. Salomon could even feel her body heat and heartbeat. If he had not been far taller and heavier than Bayonetta, her toned legs might well have dragged both him and his chair over to her.
Laura Croft could not appear in the Northern Hemisphere for the time being. Her task of guiding me to uncover the fate of the past had not yet been completed. Whatever fate had arranged for her, she would be safe on that island.
Bayonetta raised an eyebrow. "Do you want her to join our little game? I think she would be very interested. The way she acted shyly at breakfast a few days ago explained everything."
"Absolutely not, darling."
"I'm sure Wanda wouldn't mind. Any fool could see the young girl's affection for her Prince Charming. Do you think she could accept toys that hurt, like