The place was packed with high-placed, influential people, all dressed in formal black-and-white attire. The women in black or white satin, chiffon and lace, the men in tailored formal tuxedos consisting, for the most part, of black tails and white stand-up collared shirts, white gloves-similar to what he and Micah wore, except those the other men wore were certainly not borrowed attire.

The only attendees dressed in a myriad sea of bright colors were chattel.

Entreus saw a shock of sensuality on the other side of the room, vivid crimson amongst the ocean of stark black and white. Unadorned long, silver hair set her above and apart from the rest of the women and chattel in the room. The flashing wide white-and-black diamond choker sheathing her neck vividly proclaimed her name in rubies. Silver.

In one moment of clarity, Entreus saw his destiny laid out before him. Perhaps he now understood at least a glimmer of Micah’s strange prophecy. He saw the trinex-a part of honing that destiny to a fine edge.

He made his way closer, studying her as he circuited the room, Micah at his side. Shiny black-heeled boots shod her feet; black-and-white pinstriped tight pants outlined her manhood, caressed her curvy, long legs; a tight scarlet lace corset, vivid beneath the sheer white lace shirt, emphasized her lovely feminine breasts.

Bow-shaped silvered lips gleamed wetly, and silver-pupiled intelligent eyes saw everything in the room. She sipped champagne from a fluted crystal glass she held in a silver mechanized hand with long, sensual fingers. Her wide-legged stance was all male; her voluptuous upper body, long hair, delicate expression-very much female. Such a seamless mating of genders an...