Title: Soul Sisters
Summary: Mistress Musk has decided there might be something to Shag's unique tactics after all. Parody.
Author's Notes: I so can't believe it took this long for this idea to victimize me. Welcome to the first installment in the new Moulin Shague parody series, which will be perpetrated in no particular order as and when I manage to lay my hands on more crack. Future installments will be added as additional chapters here. (Also, formatting for this particular one was a royal pain. My God.)
Orlesian translation: Do you want to dream with me (tonight)?
For reference: ht tp :/ www . youtube . com / watch?v=aMShrurchRI
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Oh. My. Fade!
This is, like, the best day ever! There was a change in, like, management or whatever, so Mistress Musk decided it was time to get creative and make a huge push to get more mages. Which was totally a drag at first, because I've been having all these, like, issues and stuff, but then she said desperate times call for desperate pleasures or something.
She said it was time to get creative.
And then she said she wanted to try my idea with everybody! Oh, I wish I could have seen the look on that bitch Caress's face! But I have to play nice, otherwise I don't get to, like, rub it in when we impress the Void out of the new overlords. Shove that in your mouth organ, Whisper!
And the best part is, Mistress Musk is doing the music and the lights and stuff, so I can actually think about what I'm doing! Which is totally awesome, because we all had to learn burr less queue dancing for this, and it's way hard.
But now we get to rehearse, and Mistress Musk thinks the best way to start is something that will really get us in the, like, spirit of things. Build our confidence or motivate us or something. Whatever. Just check me out!
[Miss Demeaning:]
Let's grab a soul, sistas
Lemme hear ya flow sistas
[Chorus:]
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista
.-^-.
Whoa. Feather boas. Um, Whisper, I don't think you're supposed to pull on yours like that. It's supposed to go around your, like, neck, not under your-
.-^-.
[Whisper:]
He met Marmalade in his own dreamin' Fade
Struttin' her stuff, lookin' sweet
She said, "Hello, oh no, you wanna give it a go?" Oh! uh huh
.-^-.
Or maybe that actually works. Way to dodge the eee essarby, there. See, I can be nice! Oooh, group line, group line!
.-^-.
[Chorus:]
Itchy, itchy, ya ya magebane (Hey hey hey)
Itchy, itchy, ya ya fear (fear)
Magic power, right here for ya (oh yea)
[Whisper:] Demon Lady Marmalade
[Caress:] What What, What what
[Whisper:] Ooh oh
[Chorus:]
Voulez vous rêver avec moi ce soir
Voulez vous rêver avec moi
[Caress:] Yeah yeah yeah yeah
.-^-.
Oh my Fade, check it out, check it out! I get, like, a solo! Look at me go!
.-^-.
[Shag:]
He dreamed of her boudoir while she freshened up
Boy drank all of that mana wine
On her black satin sheets is where he started to freak, yeah
[Chorus:]
Itchy, itchy, ya ya magebane (Da da da)
Itchy, itchy, ya ya fear, ooh yeah (fear)
Magic power, right here for ya (oh yea)
[Shag:] Demon Lady Marmalade
.-^-.
Oh, shit, there went the sash again! Oh well! There's Orlesian in this song too!
.-^-.
[Chorus:]
Voulez vous rêver avec moi ce soir (ce soir, what what what)
Voulez vous rêver avec moi
.-^-.
Like, whoa. Major shocker here. Man, who knew Caress could talk like this?
.-^-.
[Caress:]
Yeah, yeah, uh
We come through with the magic and the garter belts
We let 'em know we 'bout the take straight out the gate uh
We independent demons, some mistake us for whores
I'm sayin', why live mine when I can live yours
Disagree? Well that's you and I'm sorry
I'mma keep playing these cats out like mabari
Wear high heels, hey, gettin' soul from a mage
Four badass chicks in the dreamin' Fade
.-^-.
Ooooh! Group line, group line! Oh my Fade, we sound so good together!
.-^-.
[Chorus:]
Hey sistas, soul sistas, betta get that soul, sistas
[Caress:]
We'll drink wine with diamonds in the glass
By the case the meanin' of expensive taste
If you wanna, itchy, itchy, ya ya
Magic power, right here; what?
[Caress:] Demon Lady Marmalade
[Miss Demeaning:]
One more time C'mon now
.-^-.
And Miss Demeaning totally is, too. Fade, I didn't ever meet such a bitch! Not even Caress!
.-^-.
[Chorus:]
Marmalade... Demon Marmalade... Marmalade...
.-^-.
Yeah, this new girl was even later than I was to get on the whole manifestation train. She's a little, um, slow, and when she sings her mouth is always hanging open…
.-^-.
[Fellatio:]
Hey, hey, hey!
Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth
Color of cafe au Fade; all right
Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried,
More-more-more
[Shag:]
Now he's back home doin' herbal shite
[Whisper:]
Livin' a moss flannel life
[Fellatio:]
But when he turns off to sleep the desire girls creep,
[Chorus:] More-more-more
[Chorus:]
Itchy, itchy, ya ya magebane (da da, yeah)
Itchy, itchy, ya ya fear (fear)
Magic power, right here for ya (oh yeah)
[Fellatio:] Demon Lady Marmalade
[Chorus:]
Voulez vous rêver avec moi ce soir (ce soir)
Voulez vous rêver avec moi (oh, my sistas yea)
Voulez vous rêver avec moi ce soir (ce soir)
Voulez vous rêver avec moi (c'mon! uh)
[Miss Demeaning:]
Fellatio...
[Fellatio:](au Fade, oh)
Shag...
[Shag:] (Demon Marmalade)
.-^-.
Fade, but I can belt it out. Look at me go!
.-^-.
Caress...
[Caress:] (Hey, hey! uh uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh...)
Whisper...
[Whisper:] (Oh! Ooooooh!)
[Miss Demeaning:]
My mana, baby...(baby)
Dreamin' Fade... (Oh)
Miss Demeaning, here...
[Chorus:]
Demon Lady Marmala-ooh, yes!
\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
Anders wakes, bathed in sweat and thoroughly conflicted. They wouldn't all gang up on just one mage, would they? Creatures of opportunity, right? They didn't have any other agenda, did they?
Still… Not going to the First Enchanter with this nonsense. Can't be necessary. They didn't even notice me this time.