(You arrive to Magma City to try pitch your weapon idea to Lady Sulfur, when you land you see tall, slender women with a lithe, muscular physique and a cloak of golden-red bronze that billowed behind her in the swirls of hot air. Her body was sheathed in a flexible skin of bronze armour, her attire more like that of a warrior woman than a master of technology. Her features were invisible, hidden behind a studded head mask and opaque goggles. Puffs of steam exhaled from a rebreather mask and a skirt of bronze mail hung low over her shapely armoured legs. Though her body armour obscured all traces of Zeth’s humanity, there was no doubt as to her sex. Every curve and every plate of armour had been designed to enhance her natural form, her slender waist, the curve of her thighs and the swell of her breasts. Fully a third of a metre taller than Dan, Lady Sulfur approached, and a delicate mist of atomised perfume came with her. She leaned down to stare at Dan, the glossy black orbs of her goggles like those of an insect regarding some interesting morsel that had just wandered into its lair. She leaned down to stare at Dan, the glossy black orbs of her goggles like those of an insect regarding some interesting morsel that had just wandered into its lair.