Father's Day

TITANS: FATHER'S DAY by JR ksennin@gmail.com

Based upon the story by Marv Wolfman and George Perez featured in the New Teen Titans comic book issues #5-6, told now without any damn censoring.

DISCLAIMER: This story is a parody.  The Teen Titans

and all related characters are property, copyright and trademark of DC Comics, an AOL Time Warner company.  Go buy their comics.  No copyright infringement is intended.  The author received no payment for this story, and no money is to be earned by its distribution.

WARNING: This story contains adult themes and explicit

descriptions of extreme sexual events that may offend most sensibilities.  MINORS MUST NOT READ THIS AT ALL.  If you are below your country's age of legal majority, kindly bugger off.

TITANS: FATHER'S DAY PROLOGUE:  DEFEAT

They had failed.

The enigmatic girl known only as Raven had gathered

them, Robin, Cyborg, Starfire, Wonder Girl, Kid Flash, and Changeling, the New Teen Titans, for one purpose alone: to prepare for the coming of the demonic extra-dimensional conqueror, Trigon, Raven's own father.  The New Titans were to use their powers and skills to defend Earth, help defeat Trigon, and save the world.

But we failed, Robin thought, gritting his teeth as his

body resisted his attempts to move.  Failed miserably.

They were meant as a last line of defense, he knew.

A collection of mystics from other dimensions, making their last stand on Earth, were the frontline to stop Trigon once and for all.  The Titans were just backup muscle.  But frontline and muscle alike had been found wanting.

Dick Grayson had been in the business of heroics since well

before he could shave.  As Robin, he had been trained by the Batman to deal with the worst street crimes, gangs, mobs, serial murderers; all serious, dangerous, and mundane.  He could handle that.  It was different when things went cosmic.

Trigon had been far above his league, or that of the

other Titans; way too far.  The impossibly powerful creature had brushed them all aside like toy soldiers, not worthy even of being killed.  Robin doubted that even the full Justice League could have succeeded against him.

Perhaps this time the Earth was truly doomed.

Grunting, he stood up.  He could see Wally several

paces away, thankfully still breathing, and soon located Cyborg and Changeling as well, fallen amidst the debris of the temple, the shattered pieces of granite that could have crushed him like a bug.

How ridiculous was it that he, the only one without

any superhuman powers, was the first one to awaken?  Maybe one of the others had somehow protected him, maybe one of their heavy hitters, Wonder Girl, or Starfire.

It took just another instant for him to realize that

the girls were all gone.

 PART ONE:  THE DEVIL'S OWN

"Take me, and spare this world!"

Trigon stared at his daughter, the upper pair of his

four eyes still glowing with the unholy fire of his manifested power, power that had pierced the barriers between dimensions and lain waste to his enemies.

Raven stood like a flimsy doll before her father, her

slender figure in the long dark blue dress and hooded cape made even more fragile by the comparison with the inhumanly tall and massively muscled Trigon.  Eight feet above the ground, his wide, fanged mouth smiled, and the deadly fire in his upper pair of eyes relented.

"You know what that means,"  Trigon said, his voice

resonating with impossibly complex bass tones.

"I know."  The hood of Raven's cape fell back to reveal

tears streaming silently down her high cheekbones.  She closed her eyes, not wanting to meet her father's piercing stare, or see her fallen teammates strewn around the ruins of the temple.   "But you must never menace the Earth again.  You must swear this."

"You will never be able to return, either."

"I know.  I accept that."

"Do you accept everything else?  Everything?"

"I-I do.  Will you swear, father?"

"I do."  Trigon extended a hand down to his daughter.

"Take my hand and leave this world behind. Forever."

Raven reached up and silently placed her hand in his.

Trigon's eyes flared again with coruscating energies,

and father and daughter were enveloped in an aura of heatless fire, as were two of the other figures lying unconscious near them.

"No!  NO!"  Raven protested.  "Just take me!"

"I always keep souvenirs of my travels,"  Trigon said

with a low, growling laugh, before he and the three females held in the grasp of his will vanished.

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 "You must help us!"  Kid Flash exclaimed.

"You are full of anger and aggression, young man,"

said the elderly man in the hooded robes, and the gathering of men and women behind him nodded in agreement.  "Nothing good can come out of that."

"Of course I'm angry!  We just had our asses handed

to us, Donna and Koriand'r are gone, and Raven -Raven is gone, and the world may just be about to end-!"

"Trigon will not be stopped through violence."

"What are we supposed to do, then?  Ask real nice?"

"You would not understand."

"WHAT?"

"They ain't helpin', man,"  Cyborg said, shaking his

chrome-plated, partially-mechanical head, while trying to repair some of the devices implanted in his dark-skinned flesh.

"We must make them, then!"

"We are trying to understand,"  Robin cut in, his

voice holding a subtle balance of dry calmness and  ominous menace that he learned well from his mentor.  "But you must help us.  We don't even know where we are, really."

"Azarath is the sanctuary of Azar.  It is nowhere and

everywhere.  Azar is in our hearts."

"Good for you, but we must attempt to find and rescue

our friends, maybe contact others who can help us fight-"

"No fights.  Violence is useless.  Only by accepting

the truth of non-aggression-"

"Oh, like that Gandhi crap did you much good!"  Kid

Flash interrupted, his hands clenching too fast for the eye to see.  "You're just a bunch of cowards!"

"Please, Wally,"  Robin whispered.

"You're all still alive here only because Raven

sacrificed herself!"

"Yes.  Raven did what was expected of her,"  the man

said with a solemn tone.  "She finally accepted the Way of Azar, casting aside the foolishness of futile resistance, and redeeming her tainted heritage.  She-"

"BULLSHIT!"

"Look, we aren't asking you to fight,"  Robin said.

"Raven said she learned dimensional-travel here in Azarath.  That you taught her about Trigon."

"So it was."

"Then we just need someone to show us the way to his

world.  We'll do the rest."

"Your cause is hopeless, doomed by the folly of your

methods."

"That's for us to find out."

"Even if we wanted, it cannot be done.  Raven learned

how to use her unnatural talents effectively, but no  other could travel unaided to Trigon's dark realm."

"There may be a way,"  a soft voice said.  A woman

stepped forward, throwing back her robe's hood to reveal long, dark curly hair and delicate features framing pale blue eyes.  She appeared to be in her late thirties, but her eyes seemed many decades older.

Robin stared.  The woman was beautiful, but it was

the eyes that caught him, eyes which held untold deep sorrows and regrets.  Raven's eyes.

"Arella."  The elderly man frowned.  "You cannot."

"She is my daughter."

"It would mean turning your back on Azar's Way."

"I know."

"You would not be welcome again in Azarath."

"I understand."  Arella lowered her gaze, in acceptance

before looking up again with renewed determination.  "But I must.  Whatever hope there is of saving Raven, faint as it may be, I must take it.  I owe it to her."

"You'll go to your doom, then."

"So did Raven."

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"I was young,"  Arella said.  "And stupid."

"Gar can relate to that,"  Cyborg muttered, looking

sideways at Garfield Logan, and the shape-shifting Changeling smirked mirthlessly in return.

"Please, continue,"  Robin said, frowning at his

teammates.

The priests of Azar had left them, none even deigning

to bid farewell to she who had been one of them for nearly two decades.  Such was the cruelty of those who considered themselves righteous, Robin thought, seeing how that had hurt Raven's mother.  Maybe she wanted to ease her pain by sharing her past.  Not that it made such revelations any less uncomfortable, for all.

"By my late teens, I had already tried all forms of

excess available.  Yet the drugs, sex and everything else left me unfulfilled, empty.  I sought something, anything, to give my life meaning, so I turned to the occult.  Was quite fashionable in those days.  But the cult of renegade Manicheans I joined did more than merely dabble with satanic rites.  Their Black Masses sought to contact a real demon.  And they succeeded.  They found Trigon."

Kid Flash shifted uneasily from foot to foot.  His

old-fashioned Protestant upbringing made him nervous at such things as demons and satanic masses.

"Look, ma'am, Trigon may be a real fiend from another

world,"  Cyborg interrupted.  "May carry a pitchfork and all, but there's no such thing as-"

"Sorry if I offend your beliefs, or lack of them,"

Arella replied.  "But Trigon is evil incarnate, and no word describes him better than demon.  I pray you need not be convinced of this like I was."

"But how did you-?"

"The ritual of his Summoning was as ancient as it was

unholy.  I was chosen among many as the main offering."

"Offering?"

"I was the willing sacrifice, the prospective bride

offered to Trigon through a ritual orgy of depraved sex and bloodshed,"  She looked down with a pained expression.  "To my eternal shame, I accepted the role gladly, and became his mate."

"Oh, boy,"  Gar muttered.  "Of that big, red-?"

"But if Trigon could already access Earth, years ago,

why did he wait to invade us until now?"  Robin asked.

"He couldn't do it himself.  Trigon was too powerful

to leave his dimension.  His power is such that reality itself is bent around him, like a planet's mass will distort space.  Heaven knows how he finally managed to force his way up the potential slope of the fabric of reality."

"But how did you-?"

"He did not come to me.  I went to him.  There lies

our only hope."

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 Raven's powers allowed her to shift through dimensions

like a shadow slipping through deeper darkness, among bursts of dark gases produced by required adjustments of translocated mass.  In contrast, Trigon forced his way through the layers of reality with the subtlety of a battering ram.  Raven almost fainted as her senses reeled with the violence of her father's power tearing space itself asunder.

They appeared in the middle of a vast, dark chamber,

its shadowed walls full of towering statues of Trigon.  Recently lighted incense fought the stench of sweat and blood.

Raven blanched, as her empathic senses were assaulted

by the lingering echoes of violent emotions flooding the air and stone.

Trigon gestured, and reddish lights rose all around

the chamber's perimeter, revealing a veritable carpet of flesh surrounding the raised dais upon which stood Trigon, Raven, and the other two still-unconscious arrivals lying limply by their sides.

"No, no-!"  Raven's voice failed her.

The dozens of naked bodies strewn all over the floor

around the central dais in concentric circles were all of young, nubile females of various different humanoid species.  Many had died so little ago that Raven felt the fading echoes of their doomed souls.  Their faces shared similar expressions, impossibly showing both abject terror and impossible ecstasy.

"Worry not, daughter.  All shall receive the proper

burial honors befitting treasured concubines.  What greater honor for them than to give their maidenhoods and lives to serve their Lord and Master?"

"You-you-"

"A pity the rituals were so demanding.  Many did prove

to be quite delectable and would have been worthy permanent additions to my harems, if they had survived."

"YOU MONSTER!"

"But then, I do have your friends now, and they did

seem hardier than the Earth females I knew of old."

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 "You were in his world then."

"Our rituals parted the veil between realms and took

me to him, to become his lover.  Even now I can't say how long it lasted.  Time lost all meaning, becoming brief intervals of rest amidst dream-like eternities of wanton pleasure.  I knew him only as my dream lover, losing all sense of self beyond the joy of being his plaything."

"Uh, that may be just too much information,"  Garfield

whispered nervously.

"Until I fulfilled what he wanted of me.  Only then,

after I became pregnant, did he show me his true face,"  Arella continued bitterly, with a grimace of disgust and self-loathing.  "Maybe I'd always seen it and I just refused to acknowledge it.  He sent me back then.  At first I thought he had tired of me, but now I know he always meant to impregnate me."

"But why?  Didn't strike me as the family type."

"GAR!"  Robin spat.

"I believe he wanted to sire children in our world,

so they could open the way to Earth for him.  I was nothing but a means for an end to him."

"Then, Raven-?"

"Only the intervention of Azar saved us.  When I had

nowhere to go but down a path of madness and despair, they took me in, and taught me the way of peace and forgiveness.  They helped me rise my daughter and shield her from the evil influence of Trigon.  Azar herself taught Raven how to control the dark side of her nature.  I-I thought it would be enough, but-"

"But if Trigon has a whole universe of his own to

conquer, why does he need Earth?"

"In Azarath they believe that his universe isn't like

ours.  It may be vast, but limited."

"A pocket universe?"  Cyborg asked.

"What?"  Garfield asked.

"Pocket universe.  Limited plane of existence with

different physical laws from ours.  If the cosmological constant is slightly different, it can mean an universe with space-time curved more tightly upon itself, so-"

"What?"

"Oh, forget 'bout it, Green-genes."

"Whatever is true, his worlds can no longer sate his

hungers, and he wants more,"  Arella resumed.  "If he enters our world, his power may grow even larger here, as he adapts to our type of reality.  He could become even mightier than the Guardians or the New Gods."

"Oh, fuck,"  Robin muttered.

"Is that bad?"  Gar asked.

"Very, very bad."

"But Raven made him swear-"

"Trigon's promises are worthless,"  Arella said with

pursed lips.  "He'll invade Earth anyway.  Azarath wants Raven to buy time, so they can prepare some secret plan I was never told about.  But they don't know him like I do.  Trigon will twist Raven to his own image, and use her to conquer Earth.  I can't let that happen."

"What are we waiting for, then?"  Kid Flash cut in.

"Open a magic gate or something and let's get moving!"

"It's not that easy.  I learned enough of the secret

arts in Azarath to pattern a spell of similarity, to   reweave my original passage to Trigon's world, but it has been many years since I was taken there, and I must take you all along with me.  I don't know if we can do what's needed."

"We'll do whatever we must,"  Robin stated.  "For Earth,

and our friends."

"Yeah, let's do it!"  Kid Flash agreed.

"I hope you're right,"  Arella sighed, and unclasped

her cape, letting it fall to the ground around her feet, followed next by her robe.

Garfield's eyes bulged and his mouth opened wide.

"After Trigon, no man could ever do anything for me,"

Arella went on, removing the simple cotton shift she had worn under her robe, and letting it fall as well, leaving her fully naked.  "But with your youth and powers, it may be different.  It's our only hope."

"Uh, ma’am, you mean we-?"

"We must have sex."

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Raven fell to the floor of the extravagantly ornate chamber, sobbing.

"The child-!  Why did you have to kill her?"

"She insulted her Lord and Master,"  Trigon replied

casually.

Raven had followed Trigon while walking through a crowd

of his subjects, when a small girl had muttered about his demonic appearance, rousing his anger.  The child's flesh had actually boiled under Trigon's stare, and Raven's powers barely managed to heal her, absorbing and dispelling the horrendous pain, before Trigon simply incinerated her with a gesture.

"She had been punished already!  Wasn't that enough?"

"I decide what is enough here.  Maybe I would have let

her live, with my mark on her, for others to always see and remember, but you defied me in public, seeking to save a low no-person, Daughter.  That cannot be.  You gave me no choice but to make a statement."

"What?"

"You made me kill that child, Daughter,"  Trigon said,

before leaving the room.  "Remember that."

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"I can't."

Kid Flash shook his head.  He could not.  The woman

was undeniably beautiful, with a body that most girls half her age would envy, but he could not.  Even if he could forget the years of Sunday morning teachings on the evils of premarital marriage, he just could not.

"You must,"  Arella said.

"But I-I can't!  You-You're Raven's mother!  How can I-?"

"You care about my daughter?  Don't you wish to help

her, then?"

"Yes, but-"

"If you wish to be left behind, so be it."

Kid Flash stared at her for an instant, glanced at his

fellow Titans, and shook his head, lowering his eyes.

"I have to go along."

"Good."

"Hey, I've got no problem with it,"  Garfield said

with a nervous smile, trying not to stare at Arella's nude body too obviously.  "Uh, so how do get to it?  Do we take turns or is it all at once, or-?"

"Garfield-"

"I mean, should some of us go wait around the corner?

I don't fancy the idea of you guys staring at me while-"

"No,"  Arella interrupted.  "The connection between

multiple participants will be tenuous at best.  It may be in consecutive paired acts, but you all must remain close by, or the link will break."

"Oh, crap,"  Gar said with a grimace.  "I don't like

being watched."

"Look, forget your hang-ups,"  Robin said.  He had

engaged in sex in strange places and circumstances before, but to do the mother of a fellow Titan inside a ruined pagan temple in another dimension, in order to chase after a demonic world-conqueror, was really a first.  Even that time in the cave with Talia, on the Batmobile, with Bruce in a lab three rooms away, now seemed casual in contrast.  "Where can we-?"

"This spot will do,"  Arella said, moving to a marble

altar still whole in a raised dais.  Using a twisted candelabra, she began tracing a star-shaped pattern on the dust around the marble altar.   "Candles, we need candles for a pentagram-"

Kid Flash vanished, and an instant later a lighted

candle had appeared on each of the pentagram's points.

"I've seen movies,"  Wally explained, gesturing

nervously at the arrangement.  "Uh, anything else?"

Arella shook her head, and sat on the altar, facing

the young men.  "You must make me ready.  The ritual will work only if we all achieve climax.  That will be the hard part."

Many parts should be hard, but were not, Gar thought

nervously.  He had never seen up close a nude body as impressive as that of Raven's mother.  Her long curly hair barely covered the upper swell of heavy breasts, and hips and thighs were those of a real woman, not the boyish shape of most girls he had known.  Surely  Donna was more graceful or Kory even more voluptuous,  but Gar doubted he would them without clothes anytime soon, if ever, while Arella was right there naked in front of him.  Yet his initial arousal had faded.  What if he could not do it?  What if he could not get it up in front of his friends?  What would he do then?  How could he ever face any of them again?

Flash looked away uneasily, and Cyborg stood impassive,

his face expressionless.

Robin noticed the unease of his friends and shrugged.

He never had any problem pleasing his partners, and actually had more experience with older women like Arella that with girls his age.  She seemed far less enthusiastic than Talia or Ivy or Catwoman had been, but he foresaw no problems.  And he was the leader, so he should lead, he thought, stepping forward and unfastening his red tunic.  "We can't waste time.  Let's do it."

"What?  You gonna strip?"  Gar asked.

"Um, we only need to access the proper parts, no?"

Robin asked, glancing at Arella for confirmation.

"As you wish," Arella said.  "Let's see what we can

work with."

Robin pulled down his green briefs, and Wally looked

away, blushing.

"Shit, that for real?"  Gar asked.

"Damn, not bad for a white boy,"  Cyborg muttered.

"Can see where you got your name."

"Perhaps there's hope after all,"  Arella said, with

raised eyebrows, before turning to Cyborg.  "You too.  Show me."

Cyborg's smile vanished from his lips.

"I can use my hands or mouth on you, Ma'am, to-"

"You need to use your penis, too."

"I don't think that's necessary, I'm quite able with-"

"It's not just me,"  Arella cut in, shaking her head.

"You wish to come through?  Then you must come, too.  Literally."

Cyborg stared at her without replying.

Garfield saw the look on his friend's eyes, and knew

that something was wrong.  Cyborg was a description as much as a codename for Victor, and Gar knew that he was very sensitive about his missing body parts, and sense of diminished humanity.  Could Victor have lost more than what Garfield had believed?

"I don't think it'll work,"  Cyborg said finally, and

lowered his silvery shorts.

Various parts of the pelvis were replaced with metal,

and the scarred groin led to a complex mixture of metal and flesh.  Like in his head and torso, the mechanical prosthetics had retained as much of the original tissue as possible, instead of the complete substitution implemented on his limbs.  The result was an artifact of metal rings, rods and ducts encasing the remains of Victor's manhood into an oversized, cumbersome construct.

Victor stared hard at those around him, searching for

pity or revulsion in their eyes, the reminder of what a monster he had become.  But he found none.  West appeared more shaken that repulsed, Robin looked at him with the same balance of respect and trust as ever, and Garfield only held in his eyes the sincere concern and sympathy born out of friendship.  No disgust.  No pity.

Victor felt a knot in his throat.  Perhaps the first

time since joining the Titans, he realized he was truly accepted, maybe even embraced, as what he was.

"Ok, so what's the need to be so glum?"  Gar asked with

a shrug.   "I kinda thought my first orgy would be lots more cheerful."

Victor smiled.  They were truly his friends.  He must

never forget it again.

The woman however, had something quite different in

her eyes, something that to his surprise, appeared almost like interest, or even admiration.

"There are ceremonial oils in the nearby temples,"

Arella told Kid Flash without taking her eyes off the large chrome-plated object between Cyborg's legs.  "Bring me some- No, no, bring me lots of it.  Lots."

Kid Flash nodded and disappeared at super-speed.

"It may really work, after all," she added, with a

measure of surprise.

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"Were the Earth females taken to the harem?"

"Yes, My Lord,"  the groveling attendant said with a

shrill, nervous voice.  Working for the ruler of a   whole universe did that to you.  "They will be bathed and prepared for your pleasure, My Lord.  Will My Lord wish them within the hour?"

"Let them wait in fear until the night.  Fear, as all

pleasures, is best tasted when delayed."

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Arella finished a long, complex chant in a harsh, guttural language.

"Now,"  she whispered, lying back on the marble

surface.

"This is a bit awkward,"  Robin said.

"I know, but it must be done,"  Arella replied.

"Start by kissing me."

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The sprawling complex of large interconnected rooms was lushly furnished with multiple luxurious fabrics and rich woods.  Wide cushioned spaces alternated with sunken pools of hot, aromatic waters, surrounded by the ever-present, life-sized statues of Trigon.  Of the dozen humanoid females lounging all around, only a few acknowledged when the guards brought two unconscious young women into the Antechamber.  Few cared to notice.

"Ph'Tee,"  the Keeper of the Halls called out harshly. 

"Prepare them for The Master."

A slender woman of shimmering golden eyes and hair,

contrasting with her pitch-black skin, bowed, and approached the new arrivals where they lay limp, in one of the many cushioned mattresses by the turquoise-colored pool.

So these were to be the new ones, Ph'Tee thought.

New favorites to share the Master's bed.  For a couple of days, at least.  Then they would be relegated to occasional entertainment.

One was slender but gracefully shaped, with long hair

of shiny black contrasting with white, creamy skin.  She was dressed in a skin-tight fabric of loud red with white star patterns on it, covering her from her bare arms and shoulders to her booted feet.  Her wrists bore twin unadorned metal bracelets.  Maybe she had already been a slave before.

The other one had skin golden as a new dawn, and wild,

curly auburn hair of unusual length and mass, with a body as exuberant as any ever to have entered the Halls of Pleasures, with long and thick muscular legs, wide hips and a slender waist leading to particularly large, round breasts.  The private areas were barely covered by sections of  metal plate and metallic fibers.

"Manela, Ysernaa.  Help me.  These must be readied."

She looked again at the new arrivals with an ambiguous

grimace.  Whoever they were, they would soon know the touch of Trigon for the first time.  She did not know whether to pity, hate or envy them.

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The boy was not only unusually well-endowed, Arella thought, he could also really kiss, and use his hands. Strange for someone so young to be so skilled.

Arella breathed in deeply as his mouth moved to her

chest, his teeth nibbling her hardening nipples while he squeezed and pulled the soft flesh of her teats.  He also understood the value of roughness, she saw.  She hoped he could be rough enough at the later stages.

She tried to banish her worries and relax, to accept

the caresses, but it had been so long since she had last tried to have sex, and so much longer since she had actually enjoyed it enough to reach an orgasm.

Ever since Him.

Could these kids really make a difference?  They must.

What other hope was there for Raven?  Going against the experience of the last nineteen years, she dared to hope.  It had to be possible.  Not for her, but for Raven.

She closed her eyes and sighed, while the youth moved

down between her legs, his mouth, tongue and hands proving his skills again.  He was doing quite well, far better than she had expected.  She had to respond, to grow even more excited, more aroused, even if she did not feel the burning longing in her loins that He and only He had ever awakened.  But she should not think of Him now.  She must not.

"Come here,"  she called out to the tall black youth

with the silvery metal parts and the large, complex implement between his legs.  "We must not waste time or opportunity.  Come closer."

He doubted for a second before approaching her.

While the young man called Robin kept at work between

her spread legs, Arella leaned to a side and grabbed at one of the thickly muscled, part-metal legs of the black youngster, and at his manhood, also thick and metal-reconstructed.  She pulled him in closer and took the cyborg phallus into her mouth.

Garfield's eyes opened wide in admiration.  The lady

was not only a looker, she had real talent, too.