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tight, but every step accentuated muscular thighs in the fore and calves in the aft.  I needed to watch Peter when I started dating.  The man definitely knew how to use what he had.  I could learn from him.
    “Damn, Peter, where did you get that!” Ethan said from a bedroom doorway. 
    “From my closet at the Palace.  Didn’t you guys find your apartments?  They’re huge!” Peter said excitedly.  “Seth’s given the whole family a whole wing to ourselves.  I didn’t have a chance to go through the whole apartment because it was so big, but I got to the bedroom and the balcony.”
    I looked at the Palace, seeing the layout clearly in my mind.  Defining how many floors the building had was rather confusing.  In some places, it actually had ten; in others, like the entire center, merely two, three if you count the outer concourse level above the Throne room that has a split-level on the sides.  I haven’t quite figured out what their purpose is yet.
    “Actually they look like apartment suites and they appear to be designated already,” I said.  “At least the main apartments have.  Although there seems to be a lot of room for change.”
    “I dare say there’s some nice clothes in your closet, too,” Peter said, perching on the couch.  “And definitely something better for Ethan than that blue suit.”
    “We’re running short on time, guys,” warned Kieran.
    “I think I can get this done pretty quick,” I said, glancing back at him fighting with his tie.  Spotting Mike fidgeting nervously, I decided to start with him.  “Okay, Mike, let’s start with you.  What do you want to wear tonight?”
    I turned around the room and picked the large mirror on the wall as my visual aid.  Using the Stone, I lifted the lamps off the table and onto the floor then pushed the table out and down.  It blocked the second bedroom, but got it out of the way, clearing the wall for me.  Then I centered my attention on the Palace, shifting down continually until I conceptually stood in Mike’s bedroom in front of his closet. 
    Daybreak felt the connection build between the plane of space in front of that wall into the doorway of Mike Ferrin’s closet.  Lights began glowing inside as the Palace sensed my presence in my realm as the volume around me changed slowly.  This was not a portal.  This was my world.  Here.  What the hell have I done?
    “Well?” I asked as I turned to look at Mike.  “We’re on a clock here…”  All four of them were staring at me and all I could think about was how good it felt to be in my Palace.  There was a very different feel to the magic that emanated here.
    “Um, well, this is a formal affair,” Mike started.  “Um, I supposed I should be in a tuxedo or black dinner jacket, white shirt, cuff links, that sort of thing.  I’m a background person.”
    “Yeah, right,” I said, scoffing.  I looked up and down the aisles of the closet and picked through the aisles until I found suits.  It was all quite orderly and arranged.  Not a whole lot of suits really.  Everything was literally completely organized and together, as if one of us was completely socially inept.  That, or lazy.  I wasn’t gonna complain right now.  Reaching into the mirror, I pulled out two hangers and laid them over the back of the couch, blindly.  Just below them on the floor sat a pair of high-gloss shoes and on the shelf above the rod were cufflinks and studs for the shirt.  Both the studs and the cufflinks bore the same symbol as Peter’s buttons.  I had to reach through the wall to grab the cases that held those.
    “This should do it, Mike,” I said, smiling as I put the cases down atop the suit and dropped the shoes on the floor.  He was gonna freak when he saw those studs were blue diamonds set in platinum.  So were the cufflinks.  “Why don’t you go get cleaned up and make sure this all fits.” 
    Kieran gawked at me as Mike came up and started picking everything