I have discovered something. All I ask of you can be easily replaced by Monty Python's "The song that goes like this" and it will still have the same effect, but with more laughter and throwing things at Gerbil girl and Fop boy
Just thought you should all know.
Down In Erik's Secret Underground Lair
Invitation! The letter proclaimed in bold gilt letters. The Opera Populaire once again is holding its Grand New Years Eve Ball and would like to extend this request to There was a line of dotted points to be filled on with the invitees name to join with the crème de la crème of society to celebrate this splendid occasion.
(Insert much pompous ling winded and fancy lettering here)
A tiny bracketed line at the base spelled doom (strictly no masks to be worn by order of the management)
Erik flung the heavy parchment aside and kicked at his footstool in anger, "This is an impossibility!"
"I know" Adriana sighed, Erik looked at her,
"You'll have to go alone, my dear one, there is no way I can hide in a room full of people, my mask stands out more than my face."
Adriana scowled, "Don't be stupid Erik, you have to come, I can't pull this off on my own, and besides," she looked up at him pleadingly, "You promised."
"I know I did my Wraith," he said, dropping behind her to wrap his long arms around her, "But my mask…"
"The best way not to be seen is to blend in perfectly." She sighed her motto, leaning against his tense frame. Suddenly she straightened, losing her chance for Erik to start kissing behind her ear. "Tell me Erik, what is the best way to be ignored?"
"Be as loud and vulgar as possible, like Carlotta," this time he was aiming for the back of her neck, but she leaned forward and started rummaging through her basket, pulling out rhinestones, a female half mask and a reel of diamantes on a string. Erik hung his head in disappointment.
"I think I know how to get you to the ball," she purred, dotting quick-drying glue onto the mask, her hands worked busily. A snip of her scissors and a few hastily tied knots and she was done. She scooted forward and away from Erik, who had been silently debating his chances of slipping his hands under her shirt. His foot twitched as he suddenly felt the urge to kick something again.
"Would you be content sharing your limelight with a few dozen others, love?" she continued, bowing her head. With the quick readjustment of a bobby pin she swept up the lock of hair Erik had just been reaching for. He slumped back in defeat, giving up.
"I'm afraid I haven't got a clue as to what you're talking about my dark mademoiselle." He answered regretfully.
She turned and smiled at him, her vampire smile, Erik called it, signifying something, or someone, was in big trouble. She wore the sleek white, eye mask that covered one eye. It was held in place by four reams of black rhinestones, one sweeping across her pale forehead and arched eyebrow, and the other three trailing sparkles along her dimples. A few loose feathers completed the look of dark abandonment and chains.
"I suggest, my dear Phantom, that we bring the mask back in."
"How?" the Phantom demanded, "Those pompous fools above would not hesitate to lock the door on any person with a mask,"
"Not a well paying patron they wouldn't," Adriana countered, "And not those that society looks up to in awe and flocks to imitate, if we get that lot, the rest will follow like sheep,"
"Ah" Erik examined her with intrigue, leaning back on his elbows to admire her fully, "And how do you propose to do that?"
Adriana smiled naughtily, "Because I know, my dear Phantom," she murmured, removing the mask and placing it atop the basket. She rolled over until her belly was pressed against his hips,
"There is no woman of society," she started kissing along his rock hard stomach, slowly drawing herself up to his throat.
"Who, (kiss) can possibly (kiss) resist (kiss) showing (kiss) off (kiss) her (kiss) wealth (kiss). And," here she bit his neck gently as Erik breathed raggedly with desire, "What better way (kiss) to play on that (kiss) and use it to our advantage (kiss) than," She altered course and started kissing along his sharp jaw line to his ear, "to start," (kiss), Erik didn't think he could handle many more of these kisses for much longer, her lips brushed against his ear and she nibbled on his earlobe, "A new fashion."
That was it, Erik growled and pushed her over, pinning her arms above her head, he stared down at her, every note in his body seemed to burn with desire.
"Fine" he panted, "But don't you ever!" he snatched her lips in a fierce kiss, "Ever!" another kiss, "Make me wait that long again!"
This time their lips didn't break apart, but they drew breath from one another as passion enflamed and devoured them like never before.
Authoress: (sigh) Clichés, can't be beat, can they?