A/N: Oh my god, guys! I'm so sorry it took me so long to post the next chapter. My life just spiraled out of control, and I completely forgot about this dear little story. I hope you enjoy this next bit, and I hope you show your enjoyment with copoious reviews!

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Magenta forced her eyes open and got up with considerable effort. She was the first one to rise from the Time Warp-induced coma.

She leaned over and carefully shook her brother. He murmured something sweet to her, and she beamed and briefly kissed him again.

One by one, the guests began to wake up, and soon the party was in full swing. This time, Magenta didn't leave her brother's side, and they faced the perils of small talk together.

Out of the blue, she caught sight of an unwelcome face heading towards her. She groaned, and Riff looked at her questioningly.

"It's Dr. Furter," she whispered subtly in her brother's ear. "Be nice."

She plastered a huge false grin on her face as he approached her. "Dr. Furter! Are you enjoying the party?"

He smiled back, his grin equally fake. "It's charming. Simply charming. I was wondering; could I speak to you in private for a moment?"

She and Riff exchanged looks, but she nodded. "Of course."

"Shall we go to the balcony, then?" he asked, and held out his arm for her. She accepted it, hoping that it wouldn't take too long.

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He turned to face her. The sheen of the moonlight illuminated her beauty, and the wind stirred her hair in such a lovely way. Oh, she was truly a jewel. An ill-bred, boorish jewel, but a jewel nonetheless.

"What is it you want to talk to me about, Doctor?" she asked, already sounding bored.

Dr. Furter gripped the rail of the balcony as he slowly turned around to face her. "I'd like to make an offer to you. An offer that I'm certain you won't refuse."

"And that would be…?"

Dr. Furter knelt before her with a flourish. "Magenta McKinley, will you marry me?"

It was all she could do to contain her laughter. "Excuse me?" she sputtered.

He cleared his throat, annoyed. "I said, Magenta McKinley—"

"No, no, I heard what you said. It's just…" She shook her head, fighting to remain polite. "Doctor, I don't really know you…"

"Please, call me Frank, love."

At the word "love", a scowl settled on Magenta's face. "Don't call me 'love'. Doctor—excuse me, Frank—why would you want to marry me, anyway? Am I not below you?"

All traces of courteousness fell from Frank's features. "You will marry me because I need to produce an heir, or else I cannot be part of the Council."

"So go find someone else to give you an heir," she spat, incredulous. She was about to storm away when Frank seized her arm, his face affable once again.

"Darling Magenta, lovely Magenta, beautiful Magenta. You wouldn't want anything to happen to your dear brother, would you?" Frank asked pleasantly.

"What's Riff have to do with this?" she snarled.

"Oh, 'Riff' has everything to do with this, Magenta," Frank replied. "You see, I know."

"Know what?" she asked with a hint of unease.

"I know you're sleeping with your brother, Magenta. I saw you two sharing a little smooch during the Time Warp."

Magenta stared at him for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"You think I'm sleeping with my brother? Based on what? Some hallucination you had during the Time Warp? Honestly, Dr. Furter, if this is your idea of romance..."

Magenta snickered, agitated, and tried to leave once again. Frank stopped her roughly.

"You little whore!" he shrieked. "Look at this!"

He pulled a photograph from the front of his corset and thrust it into her hand. When she saw it, she gaped in shock and anger.

"You and Riff Raff, elbow-fucking," he said triumphantly.