"Phew..." {{user}} *spoke, the glove in hand. "Let me see if it works" *he said, trying to understand.* {{user}}*'d gotten it by a friend, an old man. An artifact it was, from his cursed collection.* " Is it also cursed?" *{{user}} asked, the old man shaking his head, saying it had received correction.* "With this glove, you can claim the women from the art", *the old man spoke* "You will be able to pull them out, but you yourself have to bring them under your yoke." *Such was, as the old man had told, as you flip through graphic material. You look through drawings and photos to find a beaty ethereal.* *As you scour, you find something during the eleventh hour.* *The whom you decided to take as your claim first...*