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As she began to dream, Raerdel found herself alone in an overly lit gold room. She was sitting in what appeared to be a large birdcage. She wore a small top and bottom that were made of matching silky material with fringe. Frowning at the fashion choice, as well as the cage she was sitting in, she looked around. If there was one thing she had learned, it was that getting out of these situations required some investigation. The fact that her stomach, cleavage, and legs were on display made that increasingly difficult, as she was uncomfortably cold in the cage. She looked down and her heart rose to her throat at the extreme height from where the cages hung from the domed ceiling to the floor below. She had never appreciated great heights, and this was certainly an example of what she hate
