Disclaimer: Hey peoples, I do not own any of these characters, or indeed The Rocky Horror Picture Show, my good buddy… aheh heh… Mr. Richard O'Brien does. . Here's to hoping that he removes that restraining order soon…
Frank N. Furter wandered around the room, listlessly trailing his fingers along various statues in vaguely erotic positions. He paused alongside a gold one, polished to perfection by one of his servants… probably Magenta… and leant in to admire his reflection in the gold man's arched back. He pouted lustrous lips at himself and fixed a tiny smudge of makeup on his lower lip.
"I'm so gorgeous." He sighed sadly, lowering heavily made-up eyelids. Remembering the party he was having tonight, he brightened and straightened up. He was looking forwards to tonight's party more than usual, it had been a considerable amount of days, maybe even two, since he had last … performed and the tension was almost unbearable. After a quick glance around to make sure he was alone, not that he really cared if anyone saw, he began thrusting his hips in mid-air, just making sure everything still worked the way it should…
"Master…"
Frank jumped at the slightly nasal, slightly creepy voice of his 'faithful handyman'. He stopped mid-thrust, narrowed his dark eyes slightly in annoyance and turned to face Riff Raff with a toss of his head. Inside he smiled at the gracefulness of that sequence, while on the outside…
"Yes?" He asked in a disinterested voice. Riff stared for a moment with what could almost pass for raised eyebrows before mentally shaking himself. "Just to let you know your … guests … will be arriving soon" he replied, absently staring around and twitching his thumbs in what Frank found a most disturbing manner. He grinned and clapped his hands excitedly – finally, new playmates, something to distract him from his boredom! Waving Riff away with a dismissive hand jerk Frank turned back to his shaky gold reflection. Strange… he felt… wrong… Creasing his brow, he looked down and ran his hands over his body, trying to work out what was missing. Pearl necklace? Check. Corset? Check, a rather nice one even if he did say so himself. Fishnets? Check. Heels? Check. … Vital equipment? … Looked around to make sure no one was lurking… Looked back down … Check. Everything was in order and accounted for.
Puzzled he made his way over to the lift and leant against the side. Voices drifted up from the room below, excited and nervous chatter. Frank smiled to himself and after pulling the door across with a considerable amount of effort, lightly punched the button to lower the lift. Leaning back once again he fluffed up his hair and pulled his most seductive pout. Showtime …