She saw the flier on her way into towns for groceries. picking it off the street lamp, she inspected it...'Hiring: Female typist. Needed for typing long documents and taking notes.'

'Sounds good enough...' She thought. That night, she walked to the house. Oddly, they didn't leave a number, just an address...

When she arrived, a big-haired red-head answered the door.

"Hello?"

"Hello."

The girl grinned. "I'm here to apply for the typist's position."

"Enter. The master shall see you..." The red-head drawled.

She was given the position. Magenta thought to herself 'He only wants her as a playmate...' and was she right. The domestic did not take a liking to her, but when she was stuck bunking in the same room with her, and the entertainer Columbia, the girl grew on Magenta.

Not soon after she was given the position, she was put to work. And one day as Frank was working with his handyman on the creation, she faulted him. She asked him to repeat himself, and he threw something at her, then yelled "Stupid Earthling!" And sent her away. Riff Raff walked back into the room and asked "What happened, master?" And he sent Riff away as well.

Lillian ran to her room, threw her shoes in a corner, and sat on her bed, bawling her eyes out. A large chunck of her hand had been burned, and was now white. Through all of her crying, she held her hand at the wrist to keep it elevated. She figured he must how thrown a solder stick at her.

As she cried, Magenta walked by. She poked her head in, and asked "Vat happened? Lillian?" "Frank is punishing me." and she held up her hand. Magenta walked past her to sit on her bed, painting her nails.

"Vou know if Frank hears you playing vat, he'll punish you further." Magenta was referring to the pop record on the turn table Lillian brought with her. "And Vhen he sees you've taken his shoes, haha."

Lillian looked at her. "He told me to wear them." Just looking at her, Magenta thought 'Frank only wants her as his playmate. She von't last long.' Watching her, magenta asked "Why did you come her?"

"I'm an ex show girl. I dance, sing, all the lot. But I was fired a 3 months and a half ago, and I was out on the streets. I would have died otherwise." Taking pity on the girl, Magenta said "You should go up and see Riff Raff. Ve's delt with those things before, he could help Vou with Vour hand. Here," she got up. "Shut everything off, and put your shoes back on." Lillian did as told, and then followed Magenta up to the monitor room. she held Lillian's hand like she was a small child, then as she reached her brother's room, and called "Brother? Please come look at Lillian..." He sauntered out, and asked "What is wrong, Lillian? Step into my room..."

Magneta shooed her into his room, then went back to her own, to rest.

In Riff Raff's room, Lillian shifted uneasily in her chair. The man scared her, some what. All of them did, and Riff Raff the most. He took her hand, and looked at it. Sitting in a rolling chair, he wheeled over to his table. There, he grabbed a bottle, and started to pour its clear contents on her hand. Lillian thought it was peroxide, but it didn't form nor burn...

"What is this?" she asked.

"Mustn't say." After the clear liquid, on went a more solidable salve-like mush. This time, she decided not to ask...it stung a little, but it was nothing like she expected. It felt like someone was numbingly poking her hand with a dull pen point. After the salve, Riff Raff took out a sheet of cloth, it was rather ragged, but was pretty decent sized. He wrapped it around her band like a bandage.

"Thank you." she said. He looked into her eyes, still holding her hand. "You're welcome..." Her eyes were still wet, from all the crying she had done not moments before. He looked at them like they were video projectors. They were a blue much like his own.

As she escorted herself out of his room, Riff stood in the door way, and simply watched...he might actually like this girl...she was very pretty, but rather timid.