I sighed sitting here on my throne. I was surrounded by women from age sixteen to thirty, all of the most beautiful, each with their own splendid and unique dress, every one wearing a bridal garter; the color depending on the rose attached to their lace necklace; pale pink, pink, red, orange, Klein blue, aqua blue, pale blue, green, pale green, yellow, pale yellow, and finally white.

Twelve women with roses, the ones I really pay attention to, the most beautiful, the others: I count twenty; were just stand-ins for when my desire was not sated.

This is my harem, after all. All these women, every single one, belong to me.

I sighed again, tapped my finger against the armrest, my patience wearing thin.

I hear the sound of gravel crunching, the squeak of wheels from a horse drawn carriage, a whinny of several horses and a snort.

A smirk graces my features as I get up and make my way over to the huge double doors. I do a quick three-sixty degree turn 'Good.' I thought, 'none of my harem girls are in sight, they know the drill well, whenever a new personage joins, they are to be out of sight until called upon.'

I return my focus to the doors just as it creaks open. A beautiful brunette walks in, a wonderful fuchsia Victorian era styled dress. I hold my hand out to her, but instead she runs into my arms.

I lean down, so I am level with her ear and gently murmur, ''Shall we dance together?''

She looks into my eyes and takes my hand I offered her.

I lead her down the twisting corridors, around corners, and down stairs. At the bottom of the stairs there lies another set of double doors, big, but not quite as big as the other set. I led her through this door and to the other side. This room had eighteen other doors, normal sized, each leading into another room, sixteen were occupied, one was my personal bed chamber, and another was unoccupied, I lead her there. The other rooms had two harem girls in each room.

Our room was simple; a window, a bed, a fire place, and a dresser. I led her to the bed. It was a four poster bed with curtains; which were currently drawn back and tied.

I motion for her to sit down and I begin to untie the ribbons around her waist. Then I move up to her arm, untying those ribbons. I reach around behind her and grasp a ribbon in her hair, holding her long front bangs in a ponytail, her other hair flowing freely down her back. As I pulled the ribbon , her bangs cascaded down her back, at first in rivulets than in a waterfall.

I raise my hand and gently cup her cheek.

'Fuchsia,' I thought, 'that is the perfect color.'

I move my hand lower to her neck, to her collar bone, and over her shoulder gently pushing the sleeve off.

A slight flutter of breath.

I move my hand down further along her side, to her waist. I removed her shoes and gently lift her foot into my hand. 'She wore stockings,' I snickered silently.

I ran my hand from her ankle, up her calf to her thigh, moving the dress up as I went along.

Another flutter of breath.

I remove and begin to disrobe her, stockings, dress, and corset. I begin to disrobe myself, my jabot tie*, my tailed coat, my shirt, and the rest.

"Relax I'll take care of you." I said.

First story, as you can tell it is based off of ''the Madness of Duke Venomaia.'' I DO NOT OWN THE VOCALOIDS OR THIS SONG. Tell me what you think I should work on. freindly critisim is accepted. No flames.

*jabot tie - it's that frilly tie thing that gakupo wears.