A/N: First of all, many thanks to everyone who reviewed! And remember, constructive critisism is always welcome. Enjoy this next little chapter!

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Magenta walked off after she finished welcoming yet another guest. How many people had she invited to this party, anyway?

"You look quite ravishing tonight," said a voice behind her.

Magenta turned around. A rather effeminate man stood before her, sporting a red corset, glamorous pumps, and slightly overdone makeup.

"Hello, Dr. Frank-N-Furter," said Magenta politely.

"Magenta, dear. Happy birthday!" He took her hand and kissed it. "Enchanté."

Magenta inwardly rolled her eyes. She hated having to deal with Dr. Furter. He had recently been nominated for a seat on the Council, which was the highest honor for any scientist. He was a genius, it was true, but he was also pretentious and had a reputation for sleeping with anything that moved.

"Enchanté—what language is that?" she asked, trying to sound interested until she could get away from him.

"It's an Earth language; it's called Freencha," he explained.

Magenta let out a barely concealed sigh of exasperation at his arrogant tone. "I believe it's called French, actually. I have to go now; it was nice to see you."

She hurried away. She had only talked to him for a moment, but, as usual, she was ready to throw him out of a window.

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Dr. Frank-N-Furter was pissed. How dare Magenta be so rude to him, one of the most prominent scientists in Transsexual! She was lucky that he even agreed to come to this feeble little soiree!

Well, he would have his revenge soon enough.

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Magenta looked around for her brother. She was sick of chatting idly with near-strangers and wanted his company.

All of the sudden, music filled the room. Magenta recognized the stirring anthem and grinned. It was time for the Time Warp!

"It's astounding…" sang her brother's voice. She turned around and there he was, smiling mischievously. She began to gyrate to the music, letting out a knowing laugh.

Everyone danced and danced and sang and sang. Throughout the song, Magenta and Riff Raff never took their eyes off each other. When it ended, just before Magenta gave in to the overwhelming urge to collapse, she leaned over and kissed him, just once, softly, before she fell over.

Dr. Frank-N-Furter reluctantly joined the crowd in the Time Warp. He thought it was an idiotic dance, but he shouted and warbled with the rest of the crowd. Just before he fell over at the end of the song, he saw something: Magenta and Riff Raff, locked in a loose embrace, exchanging a quick and definitely inappropriate kiss.

The good doctor smiled as he dropped to the ground. This little incident plus the photograph he had would be the perfect incentive…