**HALFWAY TO HALLOWEEN A ShareNation Wicked Fantasy

ROOMS ARE NOW OPEN FOR THIS EVENT AND TICKETS ARE NOW ACTIVE:

Please hold your room with the Best Western by calling them directly, or using THIS LINK FOR FASTER AND PRIME ROOM SELECTION.

If you prefer to call the hotel directly, you can do so at 603-926-6771.

The group code for our discounted rate is HALLOWEEN.

THIS IS A FUN WEEKEND EVENT:

A violent storm twisted over Hampton, New Hampshire, ripping across the coastline like a cosmic gate tearing open. Thunder cracked, neon streaks of green lightning flashedand through the swirling chaos, a woman hurtled down toward the earth.

HALFWAY TO HALLOWEEN is open for all lifestyle couples to come in costume - everyone has one from Halloween. There is no need to spend excess money on getting a new costume - totally up to you. ShareNation wants to keep this event budget neutral for all and you're welcomed to come in the vibration and costume of choice.

IF YOU ARE NEW TO SHARENATION, this is the perfect weekend to step into the event with us. The ShareNation community has a unique vibration that is welcoming and vibrant. We proudly serve as the most preferred hotel takeover in New England leading to a weekend full of connections.

THIS IS A WICKED WEEKEND THOUGH and yes, there will be bad-ass witches, and naughty Dorothy inspired presentations.

Hotel Check-in begins on Friday, May 1 at 3 pm.

The exclusive itinerary for the inspired weekend is developing.

ShareNation is happy to inspire all on a creative event. Here is the storyline:

Her name is Dorothy and she hit the ground hard, breath knocked out of her, dress torn from the storms wild grip.

But something inside her felt different.
Awakened.
Unleashed.

She stood up, kicked off her simple shoes, and slipped into gleaming high heels the color of temptation.

The moment she did, her whole body lit with freedom.

Dorothy wasnt innocent anymore.
She wasnt holding back anymore.
Tonight, she was here for pleasure, truth, and wicked discovery.

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The Metallic Stranger, The Trembling Beast & The Good

As she walked toward the glowing coastal hotel, the doors slid open and out stepped two figures who did NOT belong on Earth.

One was a forged, silver-skinned man whose body gleamed like polished armor
a creation of metal and longing, built for touch hed never known.

The second was a broad-shouldered, trembling beast-man
a lion-hearted soul, always afraid of his own hunger.

Both froze when Dorothy approached.
Both stared like she was the storm itself.

She traced a finger down the metal mans chest.
Then cupped the lions jaw with a wicked grin.

Well, she murmured,
Hampton just got interesting.

A soft glow appeared behind thempearlescent, rosy, humming with magic.

A woman stepped forward, her aura crackling with charm.

Glinda.
Not a fairy.
Not a witch.
But a Luminaraa being who shaped desire with light.

Her smile wrapped around Dorothy like silk.

Youve fallen between worlds, she said gently.
Let me show you where pleasure redefines power.

She led the trio through the glimmering hallway, their footsteps syncing to the rhythm of the storm still echoing outside.

Inside her suite, desire became gravityeverything became defied.
Bodies pressed, limbs tangled, breath collided.
The floor shook beneath them as they surrendered to instinct.

Dorothy gasped, voice raw and hungry:

Fuck I want MORE.

And it was Good.

---

The Ballroom of Shadow-Witches

Downstairs, the hotels ballroom throbbed with music.
Dozens of dancers dressed like Dorothy and Glinda twirled under emerald lights.

Shadow-witches, rogues, mystics, and storm-born women filled the crowdeach one alive with magic that pulsed against the bass. It wasn't meant to be OZ. That's for fairy tales. It was ShareNation. It was a costume event where everyone freely expressed themselves in Halloween glory.

Then

The lights cut out.

A howl of wind ripped through the ceiling.

A figure descended through swirling smoke, black and green energy curling around her.

Not a re-creation.
Not a borrowed legend.

A witch born of shadowed truth and forbidden storms.

Her name was:

ELPHABA NIGHTTHORN

Witch of the North Between Worlds.
Stormwalker.
Shadow-blooded.
Untamed.

She landed hard, cackling as if she owned the room. She was the Witch of the North. Fake News always coined her from the West. WRONG!

Her voice rang out:

WHAT? You thought I was dead?
She pointed to the crowd.
Stop believing bedtime stories
or youll shit your morals out the door.

The ballroom erupted in laughter and screams.

She grinned wickedly.

And for the record
nobody threw water on me, melted me, cursed me, or saved me.

She flicked a green spark from her fingertips.

She landed in Hampton for one reason
Her eyes locked on Dorothy.

to get the D.

Crowd chant (3x):
Nobody threw ANY water on Elphaba!
Nobody threw ANY water on Elphaba!
Nobody threw ANY water on Elphaba!

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The Truth Behind Her Power

Elphaba paced around Glinda, hips swaying like wicked poetry.

You think light and shadow dont mix? she purred.
Think again.

The room leaned in.

We werent enemies.
We werent rivals.
We were girl-on-girl forbidden lovers
Shadow and Light, licking the edges of each others power. She cast a spell that went wrong. Bitch turned me green.

Glinda flushed pink as sunrise felt exposed.

Elphaba leaned in close and whispered for the whole room to hear:

it wasnt water that melted Glinda's heart
She licked her teeth.
It was my tongue.

The room exploded in a magical orgasm.

---

Enter Fuego

Suddenly Elphaba straightened, sensing something electric.

Where is my fire-born?
Where is the Scarecrow of Flames?

A spotlight swept across the ballroom
revealing a man woven of ember and straw,
Fuego,
built from the remnants of burning worlds.

Elphabas smile turned primal.

Come, my love, she said.
Tonight we burn this world brighter than its storm.

She grabbed his hand.
The music dropped.
The ballroom erupted.

Dorothy slammed her heels into the floor.
Metal Man gleamed.
Lion growled.
Glinda lit the room with pink fire.

Fuego was hunting with Elphaba. And together

They turned Hampton, NH into a realm where desire rewrote destiny.
A place beyond fantasy.
A night beyond worlds. We're not in OZ anymore.
This kingdom is called ShareNation.