It is the annual Witch Convention and Candle was not able to attend. Fortunately, technology allows her to skype the proceedings. This is a great thing because she was not sure how much longer she could maintain her mainstream persona.

Candle is enthralled with the people watching and comments on what they are wearing and mutters about the scandals under her breath. It is all great fun, but she is ecstatic when the High Priestess gives the command to take off her shoes. She oohs and ahhs as she rubs her hands in all of the crevices and feels the relief rush through her aching arches...

It is the annual Witch Convention and Candle was not able to attend. Fortunately, technology allows her to skype the proceedings. This is a great thing because she was not sure how much longer she could maintain her mainstream persona.

Candle is enthralled with the people watching and comments on what they are wearing and mutters about the scandals under her breath. It is all great fun, but she is ecstatic when the High Priestess gives the command to take off her shoes. She oohs and ahhs as she rubs her hands in all of the crevices and feels the relief rush through her aching arches. The gloves have always made her itchy due to the eye of newt lining, and she scratches her arms trying to relieve the sensation. The best part of the convention is when she can take off her wig and rub her bald, sensitive head. She is so happy with her transformation and so proud to be involved in her coven.