Jhonny Zoltar and the three hundred and ninety-nine other contenders were once again met with blazing bonfire and reporters that were drawn to them like moths to a flame as the sky grew dark. Even more lavish meat dished and top shelf liquor were on offer, beeing carried on silver trays by small army of drones.
"Master Zeph, I don't think that they will fall onto to trap of over indulgence so easily. They are all the ones who proved themselves more cunning than the others after all."
"It wouldn't be just food and drink they have to use their willpower to resist indulging in far too much, Sprillia. Aaron soon as the interviews are done with, the real fun will begin. We should get going before then. Such a feast might be to tempting for some of my wives to resist."
Inside the private observation booth, Sprillia turned to face Zeph as they sat on the huge stone throne-like chair together.
