Chapter 4: Cabin #5
Edgar Roni Figaro, king of Figaro Castle, ally to the Empire, was content. He had everything he could ever want here. Women, women, and, most importantly, women. It wasn't that he never had anything else on his mind, his subjects were above all else. But with the goddess, a beautiful one at that, assuring him that his kingdom was safe, he had to have something to keep him occupied!
His room was a perfect replica of his castle's royal chamber... minus the castle. The king sized bed, velvet pillows, and satin sheets. Perfect. He reached out for the switch that would rotate his bed "right round" as he put it. An important aspect of his chambers, in unison with the mirrored ceiling, provided his guests with hours of entertainment.
But what was this? The switch was missing! This would never do! Edgar lept from his bed and opened his tool trunk with haste. For not only was he king. He was a master of machinery! He set to work, all the while thinking of his lovely roomates.
First there was the beautiful Rosa, pride of Baron. He was taken from the moment her kissed her hand, unbelievably soft for the hand of a warrior. He would have taken her for a princess or queen if she had not denied it herself. No lies could come from such a ravishing face. Could she wipe away his blood stained past? Could she heal the fissures in his heart... among other things?
Then there was Rinoa, whose childlike innocence, raven hair, and chocolate brown eyes gave her an angelic aura of beauty. But she wasn't all looks. No! She had a rebel spirit that would never fail her. When she laid eyes on him, he felt that he could fight off the whole world as her knight. Would she be the one to pinch him, softly, but sure to let him know he was not dreaming?
Lastly, came Tifa, the brawler of Midgar. Though she was strong, she used her power only to help her friends, and never for evil. She was known far and wide for her kindly nature as well as her punches and... her breasts. Would she break through his rough and emotionally broken spirit and reach the lover hidden within?
Only time would tell.
He continued to work, now at a much faster clip as he daydreamed of his newest aquaintences.
