Chapter 23

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Sophie moaned as the hot hand of Frank-n-Furter slid over the swell of her hip, his other coming up to slide behind her neck. She willingly tilted her head back to allow him better access and shivered as his lips made contact with the exposed flesh. She let out another small moan as he began to suck at the skin and moved her own hands to rest on his shoulders when suddenly Frank-n-Furter pulled back and started to shake her violently.

Sophie's eyes snapped open and the dream dissipated, leaving her to realize that it was a highly embarrassed Riff Raff who was shaking her awake.

"Good morning Riff Raff," Sophie began yawning, too tired to feel any embarrassment towards what he may have heard. She turned her head and found the bedside clock she had been looking for, it read 3 a.m. "But why have you woken me so early? Is Magenta coming over?"

Unable to look her in the eye Riff Raff turned his head and said, "I woke you so early because, if you recall, you are to do all the duties today."

Instantly awake, Sophie jumped out of the bed.

"Oh thank you for waking me Riff Raff, you're so sweet!" Sophie cried, running to the shower.

She showered in record time and emerged towel clad only to stop in front of her bed. What should I wear? She pondered. I really don't know which clothes Mr. Furter would allow me to get dirty. Suddenly she had the perfect idea. If she were to be doing the chores today surely she should dress the part. And with this in mind Sophie was out in a flash, rushing to the room of Magenta.

Upon knocking on her door Sophie was greeted with the sight of a partial awake Magenta. Her unruly hair was even more unruly and to Sophie's chagrin she only wore underwear.

"Oh gosh Magenta I'm really sorry to have woken you I was just, um, wondering if I could borrow one of your maid uniforms?" Sophie asked, looking anywhere but at the woman before her.

"Hmmm yes just a second," Magenta groggily replied. And with that she remerged into her room.

Sophie was momentarily shocked, Magenta had just spoken free of any accent. She had always wondered why Magenta would have an accent if her brother did not, yet she had never voiced this question aloud, afraid to potentially pry too deeply into the red head's personal history. But now it seemed as if the accent itself was…was a farce? I'll have to remember this, Sophie mentally noted as she waited for the woman's return. Within moments Magenta returned and thrust a clean uniform in the awaiting hands of Sophie. They said their goodbyes and Sophie rushed back to her room to change.

The uniform was not complicated to get on and she was happy to note that she would be able to add her own twist to what Magenta normally donned. The final result was the regular maid dress, apron and cap but with the addition of white, lacy thigh highs and black, heeled Mary Janes. Influenced by Magenta, Sophie had also decided to curl her long hair, the result being long, elegant, loose sausage curls. Appraising herself in the mirror Sophie couldn't help but squeal in delight, she had always thought maid uniforms to be cute and was beyond delighted to be wearing one.

Tearing herself from the mirror Sophie grabbed the feather duster Magenta had loaned her the day before and exited her room, eager to start cleaning.

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Frank-n-Furter awoke with a dainty yawn and languidly stretched before making his way to his shower. He had had a wonderful night with Columbia; it had been a while since they had had any real fun together and he was surprised to note that he had missed the bubbly tap dancer. It really seems as if Sophie had been the only thing on my mind lately, Frank thought, chuckling, as he reached for the hot water faucet.

Frank purred as the warm water poured over his sleek body. He dearly loved showers, it was – err well most of the time – a private moment for him to relax and be pampered. He took his time cleaning, Frank-n-Furter not being one to rush any form of pleasure, and emerged saturated in an array of enticing scents. He was content as he blow dried his hair into its signature curled array and was humming by the time he had applied his final coat of mascara. Yes today was going to be fantastic.

Growing hungry, he decided to venture downstairs to see what Magenta had prepared for breakfast. He debated waking Columbia as to share the meal with her but decided against it. This morning Frank simply wanted peace and quiet. Taking the elevator down Frank began to mutter under his breath, tapping his foot in impatience. I simply must ask Riff Raff to make this elevator faster! It is far too slow and thus highly impractical! Finally reaching the main floor, Frank-n-Furter began his walk to the dining room. He idly looked around as he walked, truly not interested in the objects that lined the halls – err well he usually wasn't until he began to notice something odd.

"Now why is everything…shining?!" Frank mused as he stopped to inspect the contents perched on a particular table. All the items arranged on the table were bright … they almost looked new they were so pristinely cleaned. Slightly shocked, Frank continued his trek for food but he now walked with wandering eyes. Sure enough, everything he passed was bright and sparkling, cleaner than he had ever thought possible.

"Magenta has done a spectacular job today," he noted, "Surely I shall have to reward her for such work," he concluded.

Finally reaching the dining room, Frank-n-Furter was frozen in place. The whole room, if possible, glowed. The floors shone, they had clearly been washed and waxed, the silverware had been polished, the ornaments and desks around the room too had been polished. The curtains had been aired, all the glass sparkled, and the table had been dusted and cleaned, sporting a new, red table cloth. The table itself was filled with an array of delicious looking breakfast foods. He couldn't believe his eyes. Frank-n-Furter knew that there was no way that this had been done by Magenta.

"Oh, Mr. Furter good morning!" A cheery voice sounded from behind him.

Turning around Frank-n-Furter was momentarily shocked to see Sophie but then the memory of the conversation of the day before returned. He had been right, there was no way that Magenta had done such a thorough job.

"And a good morning to you as well my dear," he replied with a smile upon his face. And approaching the girl Frank bent to kiss her hand.

"You've done a beautiful job darling, I've never seen the castle so clean," Frank purred.

She blushed at the praise and it was then that Frank noticed her state of dress. She had evidently taken it upon herself to dress the part and he was not disappointed. While Magenta brought an indifferent, mature sexiness to the uniform Sophie brought an innocent, adorable yet sinful kind of feeling to the garments. Oh he was so glad he had allowed her to partake in this escapade.

"Th-thank you very much Mr. Furter, please sit down and eat I've prepared a multitude of breakfast options," She shyly stated, ushering him to sit at the head of the table.

Yes, this was going to be a fantastic day.