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Perched on the edge of the window ledge, a silhouette in the moonlight, Riff Raff regarded the sleeping form of his sister Magenta. She lay comfortably in the middle of his bed, wrapped in a dark red blanket. He watched as her chest rose and fell steadily with her breathing. She looked peaceful and happy, a slight smile playing on her lips as she dreamt. Riff Raff sighed.
This was one of the rare occasions when their evening had passed without any disturbance. Frank N Furter was occupied with one playmate or another, and the castle was more or less quiet. Riff Raff savoured these moments always, for he knew they came few and far between.
His sister was his one constant; the one thing that kept him sane inside the insanity that was life in the castle. He knew he would always be able to be strong for them both, no matter what happened. She admired him greatly, and always had.
They had not always worked in the service of their master. When they had been young they each had had prospects of promising futures. Magenta had never been so intent on learning as her brother, but she was naturally smart and very beautiful. Riff Raff was smart also, but a hundred times more hard working than his sister when it came to schooling. She spent her nights partying, whereas he would study. As a result, he was successful in several fields of science, and she followed him wherever he went.
It was difficult to say exactly when it was that their relationship evolved as it had. They had always been so close, and only ever had one another to count on. Riff Raff was very protective of his sister, and although she misread his intentions at first thinking he was trying to spoil her fun, she soon began to value his loyalties in ways she could never have imagined.
They never openly advertised their incestuous love for one another, but people soon began to talk. It was not unheard of on Tran Sexual, particularly in the younger generation, but in their social circles it was not one of the most respectable ways to pass the time of day. As a result of this, the siblings began to feel rather shunted by society in general. Magenta tried to continue her erratic lifestyle regardless but Riff Raff would never accompany her out anymore, fearing for her reputation and for her future. Instead, he encouraged her to go out alone and have fun, while he continued to work.
Magenta did go out, but she never had as much fun without her brother around. She begged and begged him to join her, no matter what people would think, but he refused.
One night, Magenta was sitting alone in a bar drinking what she intended to be the last drink of the night. Riff Raff had been working hard all day and she longed to get back and distract him, when she realised she was not alone. She looked to her left and saw Ayana, the traveller that so many people had talked about. Ayana was not from Tran Sexual; she was from a distant galaxy, and was known for travelling far from home and living different lives wherever she went. Ayana was dressed in a dark green dress that clung to her hips and accentuated her waist and breasts perfectly. The colour matched her eyes, causing them to flash in the light of the bar.
"Good evening." She said, breaking into an unreadable grin. Magenta was suspicious at first. She went out in the city a lot because she loved to dance and have a good time, but she rarely spoke to anyone. Or rather, she was rarely spoken to. It made quite a change to be approached for once.
"Hello." She said slowly, finding it difficult to hide her suspicion. Ayana grinned wider, apparently aware that Magenta rarely made conversation. Her hair was rich and dark, and bounced in spirals as she bobbed up and down to the music, not unlike Magenta's. That was one of the things that Riff Raff had loved about the pair of them. They looked enough alike to be similarly beautiful, but differed enough to be individual. Magenta was very slim and petite, whereas Ayana curved in and out and was proud of it. They were similarly sized enough, Ayana having a more generous helping of breasts and hips being the only difference.
"I was leaving." Magenta said, finishing her drink and sliding off the stool. She felt uneasy, as though any attention on her was sure to be a joke.
"Why?" Ayana had ordered two more drinks. "It's almost time for the Time Warp, and I think I've got it down now. It's no fun on your own."
"I was leaving," Magenta said again, "My brother is-" She paused. She knew better than to mention her desire to return home to her brother's bed in a bar full of people. "probably waiting for me to return. He worries."
"I'll bet." Ayana handed her the drink, as though she had just agreed to stay for one more. "I know who your brother is. It's Riff Raff, isn't it? He's a scientist."
"Well… yes." Magenta sat down again, though she really had no idea where the conversation was going. She put the drink down in a bid to convince herself that she would soon be leaving.
"I've heard of his work, he's pretty damn clever." Ayana mused. Magenta nodded. "Still, even clever people should have a bit of fun. You've been in this bar every night this week, how come he never comes with you?"
"He… he works hard." Magenta replied. Ayana's voice entranced her, though she didn't know why. Perhaps it was the accent. It was very clear and rich, but occasionally drawled slightly. It was suggestive at times without being obvious.
"And he's okay with you being out alone?"
"He likes me to have fun."
"But you don't really, do you?" Ayana was looking more intense now, as though she was leading the conversation where she wanted it to go. "You'd rather he was here." She looked at Magenta hard, trying to fathom an unasked question at the same time.
Magenta was uneasy again. She was beginning to get the feeling that Ayana knew a lot more than she was letting on. "I must go." She said, getting up again, her drink still untouched.
"No wait," Ayana stood up too. "Look, people give me this look sometimes… like I shouldn't be here. It happens a lot in some places, and I can get used to it. I come from a different world, and I'm an alien to them. But some people I've seen… they're giving you that same look. It's not right."
"I really don't see-"
"You should be able to be who you are on your own world. That's why I left mine. People were so uptight about everything. I had to pick one mould and stick to it, I couldn't have any variation." Ayana looked so intense now that Magenta said nothing, and stayed put. "I left, and I've seen variation. I've seen so damn much of it that nothing is normal anymore, and nothing is strange." She took hold of Magenta's arm. "People shouldn't look at you like that."
"People find it hard to… accept." Magenta said in a hushed voice, worried that people may be drawn to their conversation. They needn't have bothered though, because bells had begun to toll signalling the beginning of the Time Warp. People were massing on the dance floor.
"Okay well, that's all I wanted to say." Ayana said, letting go of her arm, "You can get home to your… man."
Magenta grinned, all of a sudden feeling the bell tolls coursing through her body. Her eyes flashed. "Perhaps I can stay for one more dance." She relented, madness overtaking her. Her only thoughts as she joined Ayana and the others on the dance floor were wishful desires for Riff Raff to be there with her.
