â€śMy name is Vic, and Iâ€™m an alcoholic.â€ť
They all looked at me from their chairs. The meeting coordinator coughed softly. â€śWe encourage honesty here.â€ť
I nodded. â€śMy name is Victor Tate, and I am addicted to sex, gambling, drinking and drugs.â€ť
More fixed stares. Disapproval choked the air. The coordinator said â€śYou can be yourself in this circle.â€ť
â€śMy name is Vespertine Thoth from the Obsidian Screamwastes and I am addicted to human life.â€ť
Fanged smiles glittered, scaly claws applauded. Skin and hair piled at our feet like handbags on a dancefloor.
â€śWelcome,â€ť they hissed.