[Forward-dated to the Murder Mystery Plot.]

[fuckdemocracy]

[For the moment, there is only white, with no end or definition.

Well, white and the figure within it, at least. The creature's... least favorite pet, and its favorite all in the same motion.

Not showing itself yet, the creature speaks as the other awakens in this place, voice ringing with that of every pet it has, has had, will have.]

I hope you don't mind the décor, my dear. Not really your thing, is it? But nonetheless.

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[fuckdemocracy]

Wouldn't you like to see?

[monocle_layton]

I would be interested, good land.

[fuckdemocracy]

I prefer 'lord', personally.

[It chuckles lowly, tongue stretching out to coil around Monocle's neck.]

[monocle_layton]

[Doesn't look down at the tongue.]

The land itself is not referred to as 'lord'. That title is more fitted to the person who governs over it.

[fuckdemocracy]

[It withdraws its tongue to talk.]

Which is myself. You lead in name only. I control the place.

[monocle_layton]

I believe we could come to some kind of agreement about that.

[fuckdemocracy]

Hmm.

[It puts its hand on Monocle's chest - and that hand has claws. Sense memory might remind Monocle of the fact that it tore his throat out with those claws, even if he can't necessarily consciously remember.]

[monocle_layton]

[He pulls back instinctively.]

I'm... not sure if you are the sort of being who can be reasoned with, however.

[fuckdemocracy]

Clever.

[It slices away Monocle's shirt and jacket, pushing them off and curling its tongue around one of his nipples.]

[monocle_layton]

You're not particularly subtle, land.

[fuckdemocracy]

[Hissing, it digs claws into his side and retracts its tongue.]

Don't test me.

[Even as it talks, though, it waves a hand and the white void around them solidifies into a reasonable facsimile of Monocle's room. Albeit in blues and whites rather than blacks and reds.]

[monocle_layton]

This is more desirable decor, I must say.

[fuckdemocracy]

Hmm. Bed, now. Trousers off.

[monocle_layton]

Yes, sir.

[Walks over to the bed, removing his trousers after he's sat on the edge.]

[fuckdemocracy]

[It crawls onto the bed after him, clothes disappearing in a thought. There... might be a forked tail, too. It's doing it for the hell of it, at this point.]

So.

[monocle_layton]

So?

[Looks at the tail, reaching a hand around for it.]

[fuckdemocracy]

[It straddles Monocle, tail curling around the hand.]

Will you let me fuck you, or do I have to take it like everyone else who beds you?

[monocle_layton]

Which would you prefer, dearest land of my ownership?

[fuckdemocracy]

Lord of your continued existence, actually.

Though it's much the same to me.

[monocle_layton]

Very well. Though it would be rude of me to make the choice for you.

[fuckdemocracy]

[It shrugs.]

Make the choice.

[monocle_layton]

I prefer to be in control.

[fuckdemocracy]

[It rolls them, twisting beneath him.]

Go on, then. You'll find that lube... isn't an issue here.

[monocle_layton]

Very good, saves time.

[Pins both of Peacock's arms, wondering how effective that will even be.]

[fuckdemocracy]

[Hissing, it digs its claws into the bedsheets.]

For the best that you can't tell Tyrannus about this, huh?

[It runs the tip of its tongue over Monocle's face.]