"Where are we, The Musuem of Erotic Art?" Diana asked, her eyes wandering from one picture to the next, taking in all in admiringly.
"Looks like it," Hera nodded. "But what's this," she said briskly, eyes glancing from the pictures to a door a few feet ahead. They approached it slowly and looked at the sign it bore on a redwood plaque: the word DARK in black script greeted them.
"Dark," Diana said.
"Dark," Hera repeated.
Their eyes met. "Go ahead," Diana said. "I'm right behind you, of course. In the dark."
"Sure," said Hera, and she opened the door and let herself into the waiting darkness, and explorer stealing with her companion into a void of absolute and uncircumscribed blackness. The door closing behind them enclosed them in black unseeable space. A blackness so solid it balked
