What will a Witch wear? – SS

 

Scene setting : Castle Greed.

co-written with Dessy.

 

Dessy:  Mariela was quiet the entire time. She knew Lydia would be angry with her for losing the thief, that kindness she has too much of. So she just chose not to speak. Instead, she listened to the talking, nodding her head every once in awhile when Lydia mentioned something or was speaking to her. If she was going to be Duchess of Greed, she needed to be a little more harsher – maybe not as cruel as Lydia or everyone else, but harsher than she is now. But, that would take a lot of practice and getting used to. “Good night.” she said to Lydia, turning her head to the man and woman that was in front of her.

When Serin handed the gold back, Mariela raised an eyebrow. “Sounds fair enough.” she said with a nod, looking at the bag of gold before holding it. She’d need to hand it back to Lydia. “Make sure you keep your promise and find the thief, and the chalice. You don’t want to anger Princess Lydia anymore than she already is.” she said, giving a smile as they exited the castle. She then looked back down at the bag of gold, before turning and walking out of the throne room, heading down the nearest hallway. She didn’t seem to notice Scar, as a butterfly, heading towards her.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The little butterfly with the strange hat flittered around the head of the young witch as she carried the small sack of gold with her. No sign on the pair that were going to search for the thief, and the thief having legged it, the alp was sure that Lydia would have a pink fit when she found things had not gone to plan. Chuckling like a tiny tinkerbell, Alp then changed back to his usual self. The wicked looking imp tipping his hat to Mariela, then making a sweeping bow.

“How clever of you. Here you are with the reward for the capture of the chalice stealing thief….and yet you are empty handed.” Scar snickered as he got in front of Mariela and winked. “Lydia’s going to be pissed.” He teased in that naughty voice. “But don’t fret, I promise not to tell.”

The alp walked to the Witch’s side and then gave her a playful nudge. “So….got a date for the ball?” the Alp asked, suddenly appearing very sweet. Odd that he would even consider asking the girl, but with this being a big deal in hell with all the royals and their partners coming, it might be a good idea to have someone on her arm.

“You know, I look pretty dapper in a tux and top hat. Ahaha. Well a tux, since you know I already have the top hat.” That said, the alp did a light shoe shuffle and then danced over to a spot in the hallway where a spot light suddenly shone upon him. The alp let out a whoop and spun around fast like lightning before changing into a full black tux with white gloves and a illuminating cane. The Alp started to dance towards the young witch and burst into song. Mists formed into female dancers in matching white tuxedos with high heels. They danced in behind him as he tried to get Mariela to agree to go to the ball as his date.

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If you’re blue and you don’t know
Where to go to, why don’t you go
Where fashion sits?
Puttin’ on the Ritz
Different types who wear a day coat,
Pants with stripes and cutaway coat,
perfect fits.
Puttin’ on the Ritz

Dressed up like a million-dollar trooper,
Tryin’ hard to look like Gary Cooper (super duper)
Come let’s mix where Rockefellers
Walk with sticks or umbrellas
In their mitts
Puttin’ on the Ritz
Puttin’ on the Ritz

If you’re blue and you don’t know
Where to go to, why don’t you go
Where fashion sits?
Puttin’ on the Ritz
Different types who wear a day coat,
Pants with stripes and cutaway coat,
perfect fits.
Puttin’ on the Ritz

Dressed up like a million-dollar trooper,
Tryin’ hard to look like Gary Cooper (super duper)
Come let’s mix where Rockefellers
Walk with sticks or umbrellas
In their mitts
Puttin’ on the Ritz

Have you seen the well-to-do,
up and down Park Avenue
On that famous thoroughfare
with their noses in the air
High hats and Arrowed collars,
white spats and lots of dollars
Spending every dime
for a wonderful time

If you’re blue and you don’t know
Where to go to, why don’t you go
Where fashion sits?
Puttin’ on the Ritz
Different types who wear a day coat,
Pants with stripes and cutaway coat,
perfect fits.
Puttin’ on the Ritz

Dressed up like a million-dollar trooper,
Tryin’ hard to look like Gary Cooper (super duper)
Come let’s mix where Rockefellers
Walk with sticks or umbrellas
In their mitts
Puttin’ on the Ritz
Puttin’ on the Ritz

When the song finished, he held out his hand to Mariela and whispered;

“You know you want too.”

 

~RB~

 

Dessy:  Mariela continued to walk, thinking over how pissed she knew Lydia was going to be. It wasn’t her fault. Mariela was raised to be kind and nice to everybody. Being mean just wasn’t in her blood. She turned her head when she thought she heard some laughter, but she shook her head as she thought it was nothing. She jumped when Scar suddenly appeared, dropping the gold and putting a hand to her chest. “Don’t do that, Scar!” she spoke, leaning over to the pick the gold back up. Not finding Lydia anywhere, she just gave the gold to the nearest guard, and told him everything. He’d either know what to do with it, or know where to find her. She then listened to Scar speak about her being empty handed, and she rolled her eyes. “They didn’t want to take the money until they found her first. I was respecting their wishes.” she said, looking at Scar as she kept walking. She stopped when Scar stood in front of her, narrowing her eyes at him. “I know Lydia will be pissed. No need to remind me.” she spoke, side-stepping him and continuing to walk.

A few minutes later, Scar nudged her and asked if she had a date to the ball. She raised an eyebrow and looked at him. “No, I do not. I’ve never been much for dates.” she spoke. “Why do you want to know?” she then asked, tilting her head curiously. She listened to him talk about looking good in a tux and she laughed. “I bet you do.” she said sarcastically, shaking her head. She stopped walking again when the Alp ran off to stand in some light, then changed into a suit and tux. He then began dancing and singing towards her, causing Mariela to just cross her arms as she watched with an amused expression.

He eventually finished and held out his hand. Mariela pursed her lips, as if she was thinking. She decided to humor the little Alp, for now. Plus, she could possibly keep him out of trouble that way. She gave a sigh, and took his hand with her free one. “Why not? It can’t hurt anything. Might as well.” she said. “It would certainly be easy to make sure you stay out of trouble.” she then made sure to add.

 

Razorbackwriter:  If anything, Scar was a showman. Not only the Demon of your worst nightmares, he could be a real man about town when he put the effort in. The alp didn’t have a date for the ball that was for sure and with Lydia – well, she was probably going to stag it since she didn’t have a love in her life. Always too ambitious for her own good, she used men and then dropped them like hot rocks the moment she got what she wanted. The end of Mammon was testimony to that fact. But here was Scar, asking the young witch if she would be his date for the grand Masked ball. Oh it was going to be an affair to remember, that was for sure. When the witch took his outstretched hand, Scar let out a little whoop of excitement, leaping up and clicking his heels together. The Alp brought her delicate hand to his lips, kissing them softly.

With a cheeky grin, he looked up at her adoringly. “Me? Trouble? Psh. You must have me confused with another alp. Ahaha. Now this is exciting. So much to plan…so much to prepare! Of course we need you to get a nice dress….something beautiful, yet….hmm….” He looked her up and down and then made a cat like meow. “Something to make the boys all….oh so jealous. I want you to be fab-u-lous!” It was funny to see Scar so excited about the prospect of getting Mariela all dolled up.

“Tell you what. How about you …and me wander down to the royal Greed seamstress and get you fitted up. “ He suggested, trying to link his arm in hers much the way that Lydia did. It wasn’t like he was trying to be overly romantic, but more like he wanted to see she actually got the right dress for the ball.

“Shall we?”

~RB~

 

Dessy:  Mariela watched how excited the Alp seemed to be, causing her to laugh. She was sure Lydia wouldn’t mind. Lydia wouldn’t be going with him, and it would be nice to have someone to go with. It might not be all bad. “Yes. You can be quite troublesome, Scar.” she then said, after giving a smile when he kissed her hand. She raised an eyebrow when he rambled about the dress, laughing once more. “Why would they be jealous?’ she then asked, amused at how excited Scar seemed to be.

Mariela gave a nod at his suggestion. “Me and Lydia were supposed to see the seamstress.. but other things happened.” she spoke, letting Scar link his arm with hers. She appreciated the fact that Scar wanted her to have the right dress and to look good. It was a nice gesture, really. She gave a nod to Scar and a smile. “Let’s go.”

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Greed : The Dress maker 

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Arriving at the quaint little cottage within the grounds of Greed castle stood Madame Tussa Mon Valet’, a witch of note and also a whiz when it came to whipping up clothes for nobles and the elite. Standing by one of her many mirrors, the white haired witch was slowly brushing her hair, whilst wearing a dour expression. She had heard all about the Princess’s plan for a masked ball and knew she would soon be under siege by many wanting the hottest dresses for the night. Sure enough, her thoughts would turn into reality. A knock at the door would have Tussa wave her hand and make the door to her cottage open on its own. Slowly the timber door fell back to reveal Mariela and a snappy looking Scar.

“Ah….Madame Mon Valet’. We need your assistance. The Duchess of Greed needs a dress. She’s my date for the ball.” At this, the Alp straightened his bow tie with a pronounced wiggle of his head. Madame Tussa turned to face the pair, and that was when Scar spotted her ample bosom. Oh yes, it was practically oozing out of her white lace bustier. What a sight.

“I….oh. Uhm. Gosh! Is it hot in here?” Scar flustered as beautiful boobs were his….passion. The alp could feel his tongue hanging out and his fingers twitched nervously as he wanted to run over a give her bosom a good squeeze. Perhaps a motorboat. But it was then he remembered who he was with….and why. Sucking in his tongue, he let out a little meep, before regaining composure.

With the Alp under control, the white witch sauntered over and looked at the Duchess with a tilt to her head. The girl was of good stature…pretty face. Eyes..yes there were two. Perfect. With a roll of her fingers gesturing the young witch to follow her to the fitting room, the pair of witches would leave Scar behind. “Go wait in the reception, Scar. Let me do my magic.”Scar pouted as he had hoped to be able to watch Mariela get undressed, but Tussa cut him off at the pass. She knew how devilish the alp could be. “There are some copies of Hell’s angels and she devils on the coffee table.” Word of that had Scar squeal with delight and skitter out of the room leaving Mariela with Tussa.

“Right…what style were you looking for, my dear? Also, did you wish to have the pumpkin carriage deal? if so, you need 6 white mice and a dog …..possibly two frogs. Not to mention…a pumpkin.”

 

~RB~

 

 

 

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