_{LET FRANK KISS YOU     /     no longer accepting   .}

          _{‘   oh,   magenta,   look at you.   ’   one gloved hand,   cold from the night air,   rests upon the woman’s graceful shoulder   ;   the other clings to a chalice filled to the very brim with GOLDEN,   sparkling liquid.   the mad prince is smirking,   bloodred lips glistening beneath the many celebratory LIGHTS that were so carefully mounted by the domestic’s ever - faithful brother.   ‘   how charming,   you’ve chosen to participate in the evening’s fesitivities   !   mm,   HOW CHARMING indeed.   ’   of course,   the furter knows all too well of magenta’s distaste for earthly holidays,   &&   therefore has decided to taunt her.   ‘   oh,   what is it the earthlings do on nights like this one   –   ’   croons he,   teeth grazing the tip of his tongue before he presses a KISS,   no more than a second long,   to the domestic’s cheek.   ‘   i believe i owe riff raff one of those,   too,   wouldn’t you think   ?   ’}