Both women landed on the beginning of the evening. As had promised Missy, they were in the headland of the third marvel of the universe. The inter-spatial large hotel dominated the whole galaxy. They were on the highest terrace of the hotel, and surprisingly few persons were there. Song walked forward and looked at the unlimitedness of the space in front of her. Never she had seen something so beautiful. Her eyes opened on this marvel of bright points. She held on the rail, making sure that what she saw was true. Missy smiled of her bad grin and approached Song.
" Happy?
- It is quite a euphemism yes …
- I had promised you one of the seven marvels of the universe. "
She stood on Song's side and looked too at this show which she had liked so many times. The Master might have tried on numerous occasions to destroy parts of the Universe, it was only to possess it better, it and its marvels. And Missy felt magnificently good at this precise moment, the kind of plenitude which she had known only beside the doctor when they would run the world together. And she found this plenitude at this moment with Song. Song who was so similar to his doctor; if only she had not this fair mane, she could be the companion she dreamt of. She diverted her look of the spatial landscape and placed it on Song. Her eyes reflected the deep colours of the universe and its white lanterns. Missy got closer of some centimetres without changing her look, but behind them a voice called them:
" Ladies, I may see your reservations."
" Oh of course!" Answered Missy by plunging the hand under the purple jacket; Song was afraid of seeing appearing her command but she only took out a scrap of paper. " Here we go: the Mistress +1, I am The Mistress, and here is my plus one.
Song smiled, this kind of control of the psychic paper, the doctor had learnt it with master. She wondered to see that it was so simple to change this white scrap of paper in anything. But Missy was an expert in hypnosis and it for a long time.
" We have no reservation at this name … Excuse us for our error, we are going to place you in a suite. Please follow us, we are going to lead you up to your room."
Missy turned to Song and smiled to her by squinting.
" Et voilà. " She lengthened the arm and dragged Song without daring to touch her.

They moved forward up to the big elevators. The butler, a Silurian one apparently, their opened doors and rose up to the last floor. He brought them a little farther and opened a door thanks to a magnetic pass. He gave the card to Missy and let them in. Song walked without knowing really where she went. The only chambers that she had known were the ones of CAL and the T.A.R.D.I.S. Missy observed the lights of the chandelier and the wealth of the decorations; furniture coming from all corners of the galaxy which nevertheless matched perfectly. Song looked at a dish with a teapot in solid silver and a tray covered with food coming from well taken away sundials.

"What is it?"

"Have you never dripped of tea?" Song shrugged innocently.

" How surprising, the Doctor and is a fan of it. Sit down I am going to get you a cup."

Song obeyed without discussing. She went to the windows which had the same view as the terrace. A carpet in warm colours was covered with pillows and with small balls of an incomparable comfort. Song sat down in tailor, her eyes were attracted by the landscape. Missy arrived with silver cups. She sat down next to Song and tightened her the cup. She carried hers to her lips and noticed that Song did not drink.

" What happens to you?"

" How do you manage to huuu…"

" To?"

" To drink.

" How can't you know how to drink?"

" I am a program, the only experiences which I have of it were thanks to the memories of my creators." Missy opened big eyes. She was far from suspecting that Song did not know how to live in a physical way. She regains self-control and put her cup. She approached Song.
" Well we are going to do something." She took her cup to Song and put aside it. "Open your mouth." Song ran. Missy tightened her index to the young blonde in front of her. " Suck it. Suck my finger."

" How do I do this?"

" It will come alone, let's go, try."

Song took in his mouth the long fine finger and put it on her tongue. She helped a hand to maintain Missy's hand. She began to suck slowly the finger, discovering new sensations. Missy she felt becoming wet. This situation excited her. This finger as this mouth could have so many other utilities.

" Here we are, now do the same thing with the tea in the cup. But don't forget to block your breath, otherwise you go to suffocate."

Song had for the first time the chance to drink something. A quite new universe seemed to be born in her, these fruity tastes, this heat, this liquid pouring in her as a powerful torrent. The only thing that she had tasted to there were the lips of the Doctor. And it seemed to her so different, a new experience that she did not regret least of the world. Missy had not missed the slightest detail of this tasting, the first one filled in the last clear drop pearling on the corner of Song's lips. Her face went bigger and bigger while Song drank, so that at the end, Missy had a more wide open eyes still than her mouth. Song put her cup on the thighs and looked at Missy. She returned her a soft look and observed a small pearl freezing on the edge of the lower lip of Song. She took out her handkerchief, approached it to wipe it but held on at the last moment and moved forward all of a sudden to lick with the tip of the tongue this residue of tea. Song jumped but let her do so. Missy moved back slowly by not leaving the lips of Song of the look. She got back the silver cup and put it on tray. She switched off the lights and turned. She observed Song returned to her pondering. What could stop her from succumbing to her pleasure? She wanted the Doctor and Song was his perfect reflection but artless and blond. Nothing retained her, she decided to focus on serious matters.