Chapter II: Secluded Intention

A/N: I don't own a thing. So don't sue. Thanks.

Her shoes clicked down the hallway, toward the bedroom. So many thoughts ran through her mind as the bells began to sound. What would happen if we failed? she wondered. Was Riff's plan as foolproof as he intended it to be, or was Frank too smart for that? Then she laughed, remembering that using the word "smart" to describe the self-styled master of the castle could quite possibly be the overstatement of the year. Of everyone in the castle, Magenta looked up to her brother the most. As she continued towards the bedroom, where she would dress for the party that evening, she put all misgivings about Riff's plan aside and instead decided to trust him completely. She entered the bedroom, opened the closet door, and screamed.

"No need to scream, my dearest sister. It's only me. I ironed your dress for you. I thought you'd like that..." The shock on Magenta's face turned to a smile. "Thanks." She proceeded to change into her black frock, slyly slit up the middle to mid-thigh (a naughty addition by Riff, she thought), with a white collar and upturned white sleeves. The two felt nothing weird about changing in front of each other, for that was the way it always had been, even on Transsexual, where such behavior was often frowned upon. After the fishnets were on, the dress on, the hair ever so neatly (well, "neat" was a relative term in regards to her hair) in place, she admired her figure and the way the clothes hung on her frame. She smiled and went off to the vanity to apply her makeup.

"How do you think I should do my face for tonight?" Magenta was trying to decide between an almost-white foundation and a more suitable olive-toned one. Riff's voice came from the other room. "I don't know. Do what you will, you'll look great just the same." Magenta shrugged and undid the lid on the white foundation. As she applied it, her face grew paler and paler. On her lips she daubed crimson lipstick, then covered it with gloss. Purple and brown eyeshadow went on next, along with thick black eyeliner. The final touch was the mascara, which highlighted her expressive green eyes. Seeing her reflection, she left the vanity, satisfied with her appearance. Turning to Riff, she said, "Do you like it?" Riff smiled, his cheekbones protruding through his white skin, and said "Yes, I do like it. I like it very much."

Magenta looked uncertain for a moment, and then threw herself into Riff's arms. "What if we f-fail? You know I trust you, but what if we fail? I can't bear thinking...What if we're punished? Or k-killed? Or even worse, separated?" Riff rolled his eyes, knowing that Magenta was just working herself into hysterics (It was not a thing she did often, but Riff was not worried). He held her in his arms. "Shh. We'll be fine. I've been planning this for nearly a year. It will all work out, you will see. And you need not worry." Her feelings changed, and she smirked at Riff, a smirk that only meant one thing. She stood up and closed the door. And no one knows exactly what happens behind closed doors...One can only imagine.