Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
A/N: there's some swearing here. It's nothing beyond PG-13, I'm pretty sure.
(Columbia wakes up in the dining room. She's already been seated at the table. The only other person in the room is Frank. He's partially shrouded in shadow… making him creepier than usual.)
(Magenta enters, carrying a covered tray. She places it on the table)
Frank: is that dinner?
Magenta: (deadpan) yes, Master.
Frank: is there enough for the Earthling?
Magenta: (deadpan) yes, Master.
Frank: are you busy tonight?
Magenta: (deadpan) go fuck yourself, Master.
(She leaves)
Columbia: that wasn't so nice of her.
Frank: oh, she's always like that around me. I used to try to punish her for it.
Columbia: "used to"?
Frank: it's a waste of time, since she enjoys it so much.
Columbia: oh.
Frank: do you have any servants at home?
Columbia: no. They wouldn't fit.
Frank: that's sad. (Pause) So you live in a small apartment? Alone?
Columbia: isn't that why you kidnapped me?
Frank: no, I just thought you were so very young, so very cute, sweetsie-pie.
Columbia: do you usually kidnap girls you find cute, or only those who apparently look underage?
Frank: I've never done anything like this before - cross my heart. You're just special.
Columbia: no kiddin'?
Frank: definitely no "kiddin'".
Columbia: okay… so what's for dinner?
(Frank uncovers tray to reveal something that looks vaguely Ancient Roman in a bad way)
Frank: bon apetit, as they say in Gaul!
Columbia: "Gaul"?
Frank: yes. Don't you know anything about geography?
Columbia: I guess not.
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