Wow! I had such a response I just had to do more. Oh, and by the way, someone whose name I forget, OOC stands for Out Of Character. Was that Something Aladaine? This chapter is kind of silly… Anyway, a Cleon one is on the way! Right now is…
The Scandal Files: Myles and Eleni
"So all you need to do, basically, is tidy up things while we are gone." Myles concluded.
Lalasa nodded. "Of course. It shouldn't take me but a minute, Sir Myles. I do hope you have a nice trip to the Yamanis."
"I'll bring you back something nice!" Myles called over his shoulder.
~*~
A couple days later, Lalasa came back to Sir Myles's rooms in the palace. It was quite a nice suite, just right for a man entering his 'golden age'.
Suddenly an irresistible urge washed over her, an urge to paw through Myles's and Eleni's stuff. Now why would I do that? She asked herself.
*Because it is vital to the plot of this fic,* came a voice in her head. Shrugging, Lalasa obeyed the voice. She opened a trunk in the inner room labeled 'Eleni'.
"Clothing, souvenirs, a collection of silverware, extra pillows, Depends, family heirlooms-" Lalasa did a double-check. "Depends?" she picked up the opened package and read the label on the back.
"Have you ever felt wetness where there should be dry? Do you worry about cleaning your underwear of unmentionable liquid without anyone noticing? If the answer is yes, then you may need Depends.
Depends protects against even the most active of bladders, making sure-"
Lalasa stopped reading. "O-kay." After pawing around some more, she found a large pile of used Depends on the bottom of Eleni's trunk. Shuddering, she put everything carefully away and went on Myles's things.
"Clothing, souvenirs, extra blankets, winter jacket, secret compartment, shoes- secret compartment?" Lalasa was intrigued. Flipping the hidden catch (***no, I do NOT know how she knew it was there***) she opened the lid, eyes widening.
It was the Motherlode. A huge collection of Playboy magazines, dating back to the first issue, as well as an extensive collection of nude figurines and things better left unsaid. Lalasa riffled through the lot, whistling in awe. Wait a minute-
Near the bottom there was a single issue of Playgirl with a note on it saying, "Wrong magazine. Just wasted three coppers."
Lalasa drew out the magazine and flipped through it with glazed eyes.
~*~
"Oh, Myles, that was such an interesting trip! Such sights! Such sounds!" Eleni pushed open the door to their rooms. And then she stopped dead, right at the door to the bedroom. "My gods-"
Myles came up to see what was so shocking.
There was Lalasa, lying on her stomach in the middle of the room, looking like she hadn't washed or changed clothes for nearly a week, besides being horribly dehydrated, reading the same issue of Playgirl over and over.
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That was twisted. Veeeery twisted. Review!