Andrea awoke early the next morning, feeling particularly lethargic and depressed.  She was momentarily at a loss to explain her emotional state, until it hit her…Riff Raff and Magenta.  Today was the day Frank, Electra and she were to go to The Catacombs, the dark, cheerless prison where those convicted of the most serious crimes against Transsexual were incarcerated, in order for Frank to render his sentence.  She looked over at Frank, motionless beside her.  At first she thought he was asleep, but she saw him roll over onto his back and stare wordlessly at the ceiling.

"Good morning, Frank."

He was startled.  "I didn't realize you were awake."  He smiled ruefully.  "I'll give you the 'morning' part, but the 'good' part very much remains to be seen."

Frank remained uncharacteristically silent all morning, as he prepared to face Riff Raff and Magenta for the first time since that fateful night.  Andrea couldn't tell how he was feeling, but he certainly looked wonderful.  He was wearing another corset, this one brilliant red, with a gold opera glove on one arm and a net opera glove on the other.  Black fishnet stockings again coated his beautifully formed legs, coordinating with the small black satin panties.  A fur stole, a strand of large pearls, rhinestone-studded platform shoes, and a feather headdress completed the ensemble, and his makeup was sheer perfection. 

"Frank, you look absolutely stunning."

He looked at her, distracted.  "Thank you.  This is similar to what I was wearing the night they tried to kill me.  I thought it would have considerable impact for them to see me wearing it again, standing before them to pass sentence."

She didn't quite know how to respond to that comment.  "Oh, I see."

He took a final look in the mirror.  "Are you ready to leave?"

She was as ready as she'd ever be.