A/N: Now…this idea didn't come from my real life…it came from reading too much. Such a dirty girl I am. XDD Err…..anyway, we'll let you guess what happens. XD

Disclaimer: Thank goodness I don't own Peppita. XD I'm afraid of what would happen if I did.

Cliff was having a bad day. He was now pretty much scarred for life. He couldn't look at Albel and Fayt without getting a bad picture stuck in his head. He wasn't quite sure that he was exactly wrong either since Fayt couldn't look at Albel either, but he wasn't going to pry.

He didn't want another repeat of that embarrassing episode, so he didn't get immediately involved when he walked by a closed door and heard a loud high-pitched scream.

"Oh, don't be silly," he heard Peppita say irritably. "It's not going to hurt you. Honestly, you're telling me you've never done this with anybody before?"

"Don't jump to conclusions. Don't jump to conclusions," Cliff told himself firmly and he listened intently so he could make out what was really going on.

Mirage walked down the hallway. "Cliff, what are you doing?"

"Mirage!" Cliff said joyfully. "Get over here and tell me I'm not crazy."

Her eyes narrowed. "What are you doing?"

"Come over here and listen," Cliff hissed. "And keep your voice down."

Mirage dutifully stood by the door and listened briefly. "It sounds like Peppita."

"Yeah, but who's she talking to?"

"I have no idea, but I have better things to do than eavesdrop."

The second person screamed again and Mirage paused. "What was that?"

Cliff grinned. "It sounds like Peppita's got a torture chamber in her bedroom."

"Shouldn't we help out?" Mirage asked.

Cliff sighed. "We don't know for sure what's going on in there yet. I say we wait and listen a bit more."

"Okay, now take off that skirt," Peppita commanded.

Her demand was met with a small whimper and a loud crash.

Peppita giggled. "I didn't say fall over. You're awfully clumsy. But you're kinda pretty."

"Who is she talking to?" Mirage hissed. "Maria? Nel?"

"You have nice soft chocolaty hair," Peppita continued. "You should put ribbons in it more often. I know! I can braid it for you."

"It's Sophia," Cliff whispered in horror.

Mirage's eyes widened. "How could this happen? I thought both of them were so innocent."

"What did you say?" Peppita asked sweetly to her captive.

There was a short pause and then Peppita shrieked, "Pervert!" There was a sharp sound like a slap. "I'll get you back for that!" Peppita declared.

Nel walked down the hall. "What are you two doing?"

Cliff nearly jumped. "Uh, fine…listen if you want. But keep it down."

Nel frowned and bent in closer to the door.

"First, I'll tie you to the bed and then we'll have fun!" Peppita said delightedly. "But don't worry. All I'm going to make you wear is this pretty red ribbon."

The screams became higher and more desperate. "Come on, we have to do something!" Cliff said, jiggling the handle on the door. "Rats, it's locked. Now what?"

"Poor Sophia," Mirage said sadly.

Nel looked confused. "Sophia? You mean Sophia is in there with Peppita?"

"Yes, of course."

"But that can't be. I saw her just down the hall."

Cliff looked puzzled. "Well, someone's in there with her. But who could it be?"

At that moment, the door burst open. Roger dashed out still screaming. He grabbed Nel's hand. "Please, lady, you have to help me. She's scary!"

"Roger, get back here!" Peppita shouted.

Roger gasped and took off running down the hall with a red ribbon tied around his tail.

Cliff burst out laughing. "I've never been so happy to be wrong in my life."