The time has come for the Doctor and his Hell’s Kitchen crew to get ready for the Ball of Greed.
Scene setting: Hell’s Kitchen.
Co-written with Temp and Moo.
Razorbackwriter: Igor was still sulking about the Doctor’s orders on who should go to the Royal ball of Greed. He moped about, taking a mop and bucket to clean up the stone floor of the arena, while the creation known as Loc was being told by the busty nurse Roxanne that he was a good dancer. Loc shifted awkwardly from his right foot to his left – his shoulders turning in as though he was trying to make his massive frame smaller. A futile and silly gesture when you came to think about it. Igor slopped soapy hot water onto the blood red floor and with the iron gate up, it would make it possible for Roxanne to lead the giant out of the arena.
Up at the viewing platform, Narcissa was doing a small twirl and dancing with delight at the idea of going to the ball. The Doctor was intrigued by her enthusiasm and he was more than pleased to take her on his arm, even if she was taller. Truth be told, she would make a better date for Loc, but Loc….was taken with the busty nurse Roxanne. Could this be the start of a love triangle? The Doctor had been subtle in his ways with Roxanne. A smile here, a wink there. But he had never really vocalized his inner feelings. Now, he had to put that on the back burner. Last thing he needed was a rampaging and jealous monster soldier on his case. The idea that they go as two couples to the ball, was mostly to do with business if anything. No doubt the Prince of Pride would be in attendance, and he might be up for a quick demonstration of Loc’s abilities. Who knew? But first, he needed them all to get dressed up. Shouting down to Roxanne, he asked of her ; “Take Loc to the fitting room. There should be a tux that fits. If not, use as many pins and safety clips as you can to make something do. I’m going to take Narcissa to the guest room. Pretty sure there are some gorgeous frocks there.” The doctor had patients that stayed for a while before during and after surgery and had accumulated a good stock pile of clothing. Something for every occasion. Even corpses have to look nice in their caskets.
Leading Narcissa down the stairs towards the guest rooms hall passageway, he asked. “What kind of mask would you fancy, dear?” There would be many on offer, from kitty cats, to grand feathery ones. The choices were to be endless.
Moo: Narcissa hadn’t been paying special attention to the events going on around her as she was in la-la land for the majority of it. Seeing as how the super soldier and Roxanne were dancing, she almost wanted to pick Igor up and join them on the floor! However, the fact that the giant had in fact spoken caused the Frankensteinian monster to jump and clap. He was smart after all! Well…he could speak…at least. Still, the female monster laughed and called out to him. “Great dancing, Loc!” Of course accompanied by a thumbs up.
With the Good Doctor’s orders being directed at Roxanne, it left Narcissa wondering just what her task would be. With the mention of ‘gorgeous frocks,’ naturally the female was feeling giddy once again. She didn’t need to voice as much, as she practically skipped at his side. The only thing keeping her from doing as much was the fact that her arm linked with his. When they’d finally reached the room, she pursed her lips in hearing his question. “Mask?” She tilted her head similar to that of a confused dog, then a smile slowly formed on her face. “I want to go with this one!” Actually, it was a lot like picking toys out with a child. She pointed to the first mask she saw. It actually laid flat on the surface where she’d seen it… Black lace, as though it were meant for a fresh widow, attending her late husband’s funeral. Narcissa picked it up and held it to her face, where it would cover her forehead and drape over to the tip of her nose. The fabric was easy enough to see through. She gleamed at Wilhelm, awaiting a response.
Temp: Roxanne had led Loc into the fitting room after grabbing various large sets of clothing. There would hopefully be something among the objects she grabbed that would fit him, or at least sort-of fit him. Once she figured out the clothing for Loc she would have to figure out her outfit as well. After a rather amusing struggle of dressing and undressing the giant multiple times, there was finally a set of clothing that was suitable for him.“Looking good Loc!” It was a makeshift assembling of different types of clothing, but a ‘nice’ looking suit nonetheless. Now that his outfit was set all she had to worry about was her own, but she was pretty much mummy wrapped around her chest. She looked up at Loc with a smile while tapping the bandages wrapped around her. “Loc? Could you help me with this?” Whether he would carefully unwrap it or just tear it off was unknown, but hopefully he could help in some way.
Razorbackwriter: Loc, Wilhelm’s creation didn’t mind at all the numerous times that Roxanne dressed and undressed him In fact, he enjoyed the attention and her touch. She was so endearing and her fashion sense surprisingly good, for such a woman. But in order to make the creation look presentable for a ball, she had to put many pieces together to form one suitable suit. Sure, he would not look like the dashing and daring Princes of Hell, but he wasn’t too shabby either. His face still a little bloody from the test fight in the arena, the creation stared down at Roxanne like a large love struck….Labrador. When Roxanne stood back and admired the creation in his finery, with the loud outburst that he was looking good, the creation held a noble pose – his chin lifting slightly. A swelling of the chest for he was indeed proud. Proud because she thought so much of him. Now that he was ready for the ball, it was Roxanne’s turn. Now, you have to remember, she was bound up tighter than an Egyptian mummy. All those bandages covering and binding her so that you could not see her flesh. Loc’s jaw dropped when she asked if he would help her with untying or unwrapping her. Was she really asking him to reveal those….gorgeous breasts? With his large hands he tentatively reached forward and his fingers fumbled with the clip that held the bandaging tightly in place. The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt her. His fingers pressed hard and the clip snapped effortlessly, ricocheting off the wall with a loud ping. Loc grimaced and mumbled. “Soooooorrrrrrryyyy.” He patted her still bandaged chest with a nervous chuckle before then attempting to unravel…the mummy nurse. At first…it was one loop around her, then another. His pupils dilated as he stared at the skin being exposed. The more that fell, the faster he went – letting out moans as he licked his lips. She was a true beauty and this was heaven for him to unwrap her. He got…..so excited he gave a massive tug, that would send Roxanne spinning like a top across the room, till all the bandages fell on the floor. Poor Nurse might have been a tad dizzy, but the creation raced after her to catch her and stop her from falling on the floor. He didn’t know his own strength sadly, but he was quick when he needed to be. Holding her in a loving embrace, the creation stared hopelessly at Roxanne’s breasts. They were far too pretty to be wrapped up from sight.
Hell’s Kitchen – The Guest room
With Narcissa placing on the black lace mask that was usually worn by widows at funerals, Wilhelm walked around behind her and tied it off properly. Such delicate fingers tying the satin and lace before he smoothed her hair and then stepped back. “A man loves a little mystery.” he spoke almost wistfully as he watched the Frankenstein like girl enjoy trying on the mask. Her smile was radiant and her happiness infectious, easily making the Doctor remember just why they were going to all this trouble. He stood silently and then he approached her with his hand reaching for her cheek. “You don’t remember….do you?”
Wilhelm held her gaze for a moment. She was more than just another experiment….more than a creation for sale. The Doctor and Narcissa had a history. One that he had been careful to remove from her memory. Why would he do this you may wonder? The heart can only take so much before it shatters completely. The look of sadness quickly passed but in that moment, through the glistening of the Doctor’s own eyes it was not impossible to see…..a longing. Oh the Doctor covered up beautifully. He threw himself into his work, and avoided attachment. Even now, as Roxanne was busy dressing up the newest creation, he put his own feelings on the back burner. Tonight would be another triumph. For all of them.
“Now…a dress. Something….in extra large.” The Doctor started pulling out dresses, one after the other till Narcissa pointed to the one she liked.
Moo: Narcissa’s smile grew much wider while the mask was tied at the back of her head. Feeling the Doctor’s hands pat down her hair, she gave a lighthearted giggle. Fixing her mask was done easily; she tugged it in place. “It tickles my nose,” she murmured, smiling while she pressed her finger there. The fabric was surprisingly smooth for having a rather complicated design in the lace. Of course, her finger fell away from her nose while her eyes glistened behind the mask, a mouth full of pearly whites showing even under the Doctor’s gaze. The smile didn’t lessen in the least under his gentle touch, until he began to speak again. The girl’s head tilted, as if to allow his hand to cup more of her cheek. Her hand slid over his, enjoying the feel; it was rare to be paid such special attention by this man. So the Frankensteinian monster would enjoy every moment when it did happen. Narcissa’s cheeks became less rounded while her smile shrank, becoming a small, thin line with slightly pulled corners. “Wilhelm…” Her tone was consoling; light and full of affection, as a creation would have for her creator. It was hard to see the glistening of the man’s eyes behind her veil, but his expression had changed nonetheless.
Eventually letting her hand fall away from his, the Doctor turned away to begin sorting through dresses. Narcissa’s smile slowly returned to its radiant state, ear to ear. Normally it was hard to find dresses her size; something easily understood while they had decided to go to Red Velvet. But she put faith in that Wilhelm would find plenty to choose from. She stood eagerly behind him, ooh-ing and aww-ing at several fabrics that caught the female’s eyes. One that stood out was relatively simple, as it was black with some silver. The metal bits in particular had her gleaming. She gaped at the dress, picking it up right away. “This one!” she exclaimed. “This one, this one!” She squirmed free of her lab coat and threw the dress on over her bandaged body, twirling in it. Surprisingly enough, it fit just a little better than the dress she’d worn for that date. Given, it was a little tight on her chest. Narcissa reached behind her, circling while both hands struggled to find the zipper; a rather comical sight to help uplift the Doctor’s spirits. What would it matter how the creation looked, if she could make Wilhelm feel better?