She couldn't remember the last time she had been so bored. You would think that being the galaxy's number one super villain would be a non-stop thrill ride of action and mayhem with something new around every corner. But on this particular occasion, Lord Dominator was running seriously low on things to keep her interested. She could have gone out to destroy some random dork planet, but she had more than enough Volcaniom X to last her ship and robot army for a good few weeks and it's not as if it required a whole lot of effort anyway. She had used some spare robot probes for target practice by shooting lava and ice bullets at them, but eventually that became tedious and mind-numbingly dull considering she was already a great shot. By this point she was reduced to lazing around on her throne flipping through TV channels, browsing the internet on her laptop and rambling to herself.

"Ugh! Grop damn this nowhere hick galaxy! Isn't there anything going on today!? I swear, if I don't find something to pass the time I'm gonna go nuts! Heck, I'm already talking to myself out of sheer boredom! I don't even care what it is, just let something happen already!"

BOOOOM!

As if by some divine intervention to answer her vocal wish, something had crashed into the side of her star ship making the villainess jump slightly.

"Not exactly what I had in mind, but I'll take what I can get. Maybe I'll spend the rest of the day torturing the unlucky saps for crashing into my ship"

The 'unlucky saps' were a pair of mailmen that were scrambling to get their ship working again after a navigation malfunction sent them seriously off course and ended up crashing the front half of it into Dominator's ship.

"OHMYGROP! Dude, do you know whose ship this is!? We're so dead if dominator catches us!" exclaimed one of them in full panic mode.

"I KNOW! I KNOW! Just give me a second to try and-"

His reply was cut short as several dom-bots surrounded them, guns aiming right at their heads followed by their villainess mistress.

"You idiots had better have a good explanation for barging onto my ship!" growled Dominator flaring her lava hands ready to blast them into oblivion.

"Uh-um…w-well, you see, the thing is…uh it's actually a funny s-s-story… w-w-w-we were just d-doing our usual route and u-um well things g-got k-k-kind of messed up- "stammered one mailman nervously while desperately trying to think of a decent excuse. Unfortunately his hesitation to give a proper answer as well as his stuttering only made her more irritated.

"UGH! SHUT UP! I'm not going to stand here and listen your stupid blabbering, so how about I move things along. I'm going to count down from five, and unless you guys can give any reason not to, I'm going to make this the worst and final day of your miserable lives, got it?" said Dominator flashing a devilish smile turning the mailmen's faces deathly pale.

"PLEASE DON'T KILL US MISS DOMINATOR IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! I SWEAR!" cried the other mailman hands clenched together begging, this only made her chuckle with glee as she began counting down.

"Five!"

The first mailman was scrambling in sheer panic in his mail satchel to find anything to make her reconsider or at least spare their lives for a few more precious seconds while his companion continued crying miserably for mercy.

"Four!"

"Um… how about these coupons for free manicures at Planet Zilon's spa and beauty Resort!?"

"Three!"

"Or what about these birthday cards full of cash!?"

"Two!"

Before the deadly countdown ended he pulled out his last resort that he hoped for dear life would slow her down.

"THERE'S AN INVITATION TO A MASQUERADE PARTY ON PLANET MEOWZOLON!"

"On- huh? An invitation you say?"

Seizing this opportunity and mentally thanking Grop or whatever deity above for sparing them, the still terrified mailman answered.

"YES! Ahem, yes, an invitation you can tell it's from Meowzolon from the Royal Family insignia on the wax seal".

"Hand it over"

Not wasting any precious time he quickly, but cautiously, went over to the now curious villainess and handed her letter before he sprinted back into the corner with his companion whom by now was close to fainting from all the suspense. The envelope was elegantly decorated on each corner with gold patterns of flowered vines and just as the mailman said the wax seal was of a feline paw-print within a crown surrounded by four pointed stars, the symbol of Meowzolonian Royal Family. Dominator proceeded to unceremoniously tear open the envelope, pulled out its contents and started reading the invite.

"To Lady Hiznoople, pfft that's a stupid name! You have been invited to attend a masquerade ball at the royal palace of planet Meowzolon to celebrate the King and Queen's 50th wedding anniversary. Should you decide to attend, please present the enclosed golden ticket to the attendants at the palace gates upon your arrival, Sincerely the Meowzolon Royal Family. Boy they sure don't waste any time getting to the point do they? Hmmm the date says the party's next week"

There was a moment of long uncomfortable silence as Dominator considered this opportunity fate had given her, 'huh this could be interesting, it'd certainly be better than being bored out of my skull on the ship all day and if it turns into a snooze-fest I can just call my Dom-bots to come crash the party! Now that sounds like a fun time!' she thought wickedly as an evil smirk spread across her face, this reaction did not ease the mailmen's increasing dread.

"U-u-umm Miss Dominator?"

"Huh? Oh, I forgot about you two losers. Well good news idiots! Since you've given me something worth my attention, you ain't dying today!"

This news made the pair of them practically deflate with relief, only to freeze up over the sudden wicked gleam in her eyes.

"Unless you can outrun my robots that is!"

And no sooner had she said that, her robots began shooting relentlessly at the mailmen making them jump, duck and dodge frantically to avoid the lasers. With nowhere else to escape they both ran screaming down one of the many battleships hallways with Dominator's robots in pursuit, leaving their mistress cackling to herself.

"Hahahaha! That never gets old! Now let's see, I got a week until this little shindig, first thing I got to do is find out what I'm gonna wear!"

With new vigour and enthusiasm she then headed straight to her living quarters to start her plans for what she hoped would be a night that no one will forget.