[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]

[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.]

[monocle_layton]

[This throws Monocle for a moment.]

...I want to stay loyal to him.

[fuckdemocracy]

...I'll erase your memory of this. It'll be a gift to me and nothing more.

[monocle_layton]

Then I should try and make this as entertaining for you as possible, shouldn't I?

[fuckdemocracy]

Exactly. Go on?

[It'll just molest you with its tongue while it waits.]