Suspended as in a spider's web, Ryoga's last power of movement was taken from her with a turkey baster. A sweetened bitter juice was squirted into her mouth, robbing her of her screams. Even her Roaring Lion depression blast was denied her as more of the "mysterious men of shadow" came to surround the absolutely naked (as in helpless, as well) boy-into-girl, stoking his-her raging panic attack.
They brought in stretchers. Some carried out their fallen comrades from the field of battle, while others took away the debris from the wall-window, and yet a third team boarded and patched the hole that had connected two rooms against the blueprint's plan. All this they did with efficiency that amazed Ranma. They had everything looking nearly as before in minutes.
But even that wasn't satisfactory to their Lord and Master. "Stop ogling, and get busy! You can leer in leisure, later!"
"Kuno, do you know what those words mean?" But the pigtailed boy received no reply.
"That is done. Set up for Act II!"
" "Act II" what is...Aa, you're not gonna tell me."
"Act II" had a checkered tarp, and three tiled walls rolled in on casters. To the interior assembled within the living room was given a corner cupboard-with-drawers, a washstand with basin, and a full-length mirror.
"Uh, that looks like a bathroom. All that's missing is a...." On cue was pushed a clear, low acrylic margarita glass. "That's the size of a bathtub!"
"Hmm, I forgot. This is a living room; the prop department wouldn't have a bathtub nearby."
"But they're have everything ELSE for a fake bathroom??"
"You wouldn't understand, Saotome. It has to do with the appropriate venue for certain performance art."
"This time, you're right: I don't understand." As he spoke a line of the men-all-in-black entered with cocktail shakers. The emptied the contents of their mixers into the giant glass. Whatever their contents were it was frothy and smelled of cinnamon and lilacs.
"Th, there's no hot water...?" Ranma asked, but sensed no heat from it high enough to trigger a Jusenkyo off-switch.
The underage Ryoga was brought over the kinky concoction within the cat's cradle. She was left hung in anticipation of a game of degradation, the players waiting for... The costumes arrived. One was a short, floral bathrobe at the end of a pole; another was a lavender towel monogrammed with Hers...
"Come, Saotome, sit!" his host directed them to the living room's couch. "The curtain is about to go up!"
And it did! No sooner were they seated but the towel across its rack was raised, blocking their view as the naked girl was lowered into her cocktail bath. Ranma's immediate reaction was to stand.
"Sit down!" Kuno pulled him back. "This is no low burlesque, cretan! Give the artiste her regard!"
"Regard!? Those guys around her are regarding her down to her mole! You were right when you said they could leer at her all they want later-and now is later!!"
"They are kuroko, simple peasant! They are meant to be invisible; since they have no presence, they can give no offense."
(Posted Sun, 03 Aug 2008 04:29)
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