dry, and travel wary...

Stepping out of the gilt liter, with the assistance of a well muscled and tan arm. Thinking to myself, life IS good. With confidence and grace, I begin to make my way to the door, stopping only as I wait for the door to be opened for me, as is customary. With a gentle movement that would go unnoticed by most, I nod my head as I make my way through the door, entering the cool, darkened room known as the O.