FATR: Oh, boy, this is the last chapter. Wow, it is so rare for me to actually finish stories. You have no idea. If you don't believe me, check out nocturnalsoldier/yugioh. Hey, don't be sad, I have a prologue and an epilogue in mind. I will add them soon. Just be patient. I thank all of my reviewers: Femme Mishima (my inspiration), LadyKayoss, Moonjava, Lady Russell Holmes, Doc Ock's Girlfriend (if you're the redhead, you should love this chapter), Agent Silver, and Shadowy Seclusion (last but certainly not least)! Okay, this is a rather odd chip chip, but I hope you all enjoy it just the same.

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Thinking back, Dr. Octavius realizes that she distracted his friend on purpose. She had known that he hadn't yet made up his mind. He knows that she was right, because he wouldn't have taken her invitation if he had truly set his mind against her. He feels a hot tear mingle with the rain that still clings to his face. I'm so sorry, my sweet Rose. I am so, so sorry. He inhales deeply and wipes his face on his soaking coat sleeve. Mustering all his nerves, he turns the key again. The car hums to life and the heater hits him full force. He turns the dial down, clicks his belt into place, and puts the car into reverse. He backs out of the space, wondering if he is too late or not. A minuscule part of him hopes he is, though it knows he has no intention of changing his mind back now. As he drives, Curt's words return to him. His friend had seemed very uncomfortable while discussing the ACS girls, like he knew something Octavius didn't. Then again, how dangerous can a couple of girls be? Isn't it human nature to pick a pack and stick with it?

The house looks foreboding in the storm but he is through wavering, through with indecision. He parks the car in an inconspicuous place and makes his way up the slippery front walk. Otto steps up onto the porch and takes a deep breath. Just as he reaches for the door it opens and Terra Windsor, the temptress from the audience, sticks her face through the crack.

"You are right on time. Come in, take off that wet coat." She opens the door wider and gestures him inside.

He notices she is wearing a short, sheer green nighty, with some kind of leafy design snaking across it. It isn't entirely revealing but it leaves oh so little to the imagination. Then Otto takes the step that will change his life forever. He had thought that there would be some kind of notable sensation, a rush of guilt, a sense of relief, but there isn't even any kind of adrenaline rush. The only rush he experiences is the rush of blood from other parts of his body to that special place in his pelvic region at the sight of Terra in the tiny negligee. Once inside he turns his eyes to examine the interior. It certainly doesn't look the way I used to imagine sorority houses must look. It is very dim for one thing, lit by wall-mounted candelabras. The floor is a gleaming obsidian stone, polished to perfection. There is a full-length mirror against an off-white wall lined with coats. The ceiling is dark blue, painted like a starry night sky. Before he can even move, Terra, he realizes now how short she is without the platform high heels, claps her hands and two other members appear. One wears a violet tank top and panty set, her blond hair flowing to her shoulder blades. The other looks Hispanic and is robed in red silk. If she is wearing anything under it at all, Otto can't tell. These two newcomers take his coat and hat to hang them up. He feels something burning on his finger as he removes his gloves.

He raises his hand for inspection and his wedding ring glares at him. How can you do this? How can you-

Terra gently plucks it off his finger and slips it in his jacket pocket. "How about we leave this here." A statement, not a question.

"Of course," the scientist answers as she takes his hand and leads him down the hall. The living room is even more gothic than the front hall, only done in lighter shades of blue and black. There are girls in pajamas, regular cotton pajamas, sitting in a circle. They all turn to look as he enters, in almost perfect unison. It reminds me more of a cult than a sorority. For the last time, Curt's half warning drifts to mind. Otto brushes it aside with the cockiness of a rooster in a hen house.

One of the girls in the circles grins. "Adferrebas cibum!"

"Est dum nullus tuam," Terra growls. Then she smiles sweetly at the man by her side. "Would you like a drink or perhaps..." She presses against him suggestively, "Something to eat?"

"I don't know," he whispers just as suggestively. "Would you like something to eat or drink?"

Terra bites her lip and eyes him hungrily. "Right to business sort? I like that. It's so..." she grabs him intimately to finish her sentence. "Come this way, then."

She leads him to the back of the house and he realizes the other girls are still following. Are they doing what I think... I didn't plan for this. All well, I'm already in the water; I might as well go swimming. Terra opens door at the end of a hallway and the other girls usher him inside, though he's entering entirely by will at this point. The door clicks shut and he thinks he hears her lock it but doesn't know for sure. He doesn't really care anyway. The two girls each place a hand on his shoulders and press him into the cerulean-sheeted bed. He sees Terra leaning against the door eyeing him almost the way a predator eyes its prey. A brief moment of discomfort passes through his body. He feels a little like Jonathan Harker must have felt when surrounded by Dracula's maidens. "What are your names?"

"That fiery little devil is Carmen," Terra answers as she saunters towards him. "And the violet on your left is Urania."

Terra straddles his lap and unbuttons his shirt. Carmen takes one side, Urania takes the other, and they both pull it off. He is flooded with a painful desire as Terra leans in close with her pink lips. She smells like jasmine flowers and as she kisses him he notes that her breath tastes like sweet nectar. He puts his hands on her hips and kisses back gladly. The other two close in on him and he kisses first Carmen than Urania, trailing his fingers over their soft cheeks. The former smells like apples, and the latter tastes of vanilla. There is something supernatural in the way they work a spell of desire upon him, but that only serves to make it ever more exciting. He takes each of them, one after the other. They bring him higher, higher, to altitudes of pleasure he never knew could exist. It is addicting, and dangerous, and he fears the fall, but at the same time cannot get enough of the fear. Then later, it is all over. It seems to Otto as though it didn't last nearly long enough, but at the same time he doubts he could take much more. He is exhausted, or exhilarated, he can't tell. From somewhere below his current plane of existence he hears one of the girls' voices. It is not Terra, but one of the other two, the ones who had thus far never uttered more than a moan or a gasp.

"Otto," Carmen whispers, lips inches from his ear. Her hand rests on his slowly rising and falling chest. "You must listen to us now."

Otto opens his eyes and forces himself to focus on the speaker. It is Carmen. Almost like the word for song. Her voice sounds like music... wait... music?

"Otto." Urania commands his attention by turning his face towards her. "Are you listening?"

"Yes..." he groans.

Urania leans close to his face and makes gentle eye contact. "Everywhere you lecture, sorority girls will lay themselves out at your feet. Take as many as you desire."

"But try to temper yourself," Carmen continues. " The more you take, the greater your karmic bill will be when it comes time to pay."

Her voice is so harmonic... Harmonics! That's it! He sits up slowly, eyes alight.

Terra gives him a crooked smile. "Is everything alright, Dr. Octopus?"

"I... I just figured it out," he mutters. "Harmonic frequencies, sympathetic-" He stops and gives Terra an odd look. "Why did you call me that?"

"Your name is Dr. Octavius, right?" Terra seems puzzled.

"Right, I thought you said... Never mind. What time is it?"

"Time for you to go I imagine," Terra answers a little sadly. "Enjoy yourself." She caresses his face and kisses him one last time. "But be careful," she adds in a voice just above a breath.

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