Dolly found it in a strange bazaar on holiday. A chest containing a sword and a helmet, chains and slave irons, said to date back to the days of Genghis Khan. The shop-keeper warned her that it was whispered to bear a curse, to be haunted. Dolly didn't care. It was exciting, imagining the mounted warriors sweeping down the steppe, carrying off pulchritudinous maidens over their saddles... and apparently the spirt that possessed the artefacts agreed with her! This was to be the first of many night of spiritually shared fantasy and orgasmic ecstasy!