<object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/VTu4yQH8KBs"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/VTu4yQH8KBs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object><br/><br/>"Your Mama Don't Dance"<br/><br/>(( It helped finally getting this post up. ^^))<br/><br/>"Felix, time to wake up!" Called out a voice outside the door of one of Madam Ruse's "coordinators" This coordinator was in charge of putting together the plans for the guests, and many other visitors to her realm. "My head...!" Exclaimed the coordinator as he sat up from his bed. "I need to stop putting away those damn martinis.." He smirked though, and knew he had a job to do. Hangover or no hangover. He finally stood up from his bed, and stretched out his arms in a big yawn. "Hmm.." He said with a curious look on his face. "Something is missing. Ah I know!" He exclaimed as he approached the silk curtains which covered his bedroom's windows. With both hands he reached for the curtains, and pulled them apart. Sunlight shined down through the panels of the windowpane. Accompanied only with the sweet sounds of birds chirping, and the sights of groundskeepers at work. He chuckled, and said in a very chipper voice. "Good morning you wonderful creatures of the realm!"<br/><br/>Felix's routine for the day started as always with a refreshing bath. Followed by the exquisite selection of professionally tailored suits from his own personal wardrobe. Then it was off to the dining hall where depending on his mood. He would partake in a selection of varied teas from distant places across the cosmos. His meal consisted of buttered biscuits with a spread of jam. After his breakfast he would make his rounds. Felix would travel down each hallway and thoroughly inspect each room. After the rooms it was to the kitchen. Where he would taste the cuisine. "Jeffery, this soup is rather cold. I suggest we warm it up please." He ordered one of the cooks who had been cutting up some cucumbers. "That's because it's cucumber soup you daft ninny!" The cooked explained as they brought over a cutting board with the cucumbers on it. Felix nodded and shrugged. "Fair enough, but still could use something a bit more spicier." The cook sighed. "Can you please get out of my kitchen before I decided to turn you into soup..<br/><br/>" Felix smirked, and tapped his hands on the pot. "If i was added to any form of soup. It would only be the best. Something exquisite, and only for the best." The cook shook their head with a slight chuckle. "Don't you have things to be inspecting? It's almost time." Felix reached into his pocket, and checked his watch. "Your right. For once in my life I may be late..." Both of them laughed at that. Felix was one of the most uptight, but also one of the most well kept coordinators Madam Ruse had in her services. He was always on time, and never late. "Take care Jeffery." Said Felix as he left the kitchen as he approached the main hall. He passed several of the "entertainers" and "help" as they too had begun to wake up. Several of them were nude. While others were dressed in bathrobes or nightgowns. In Madam Ruse's realm. There was nothing to be ashamed of about one's body, and flaunting was something of pride. it was here that a being of any shape,size,gender,and lifestyle was free to be who they wanted to be. It was for that fact that her realm was left in such peace.<br/><br/>Felix did recall though as he approached the main entrance way of the brothel. That no matter how serene this place was. Crossing Madam Ruse was very, very ill advised. Very few have tried to break her rules, and those that have. Were introduced to the more darker side of Madam Ruse. Though that was a train of thought for another time. Today was a very special one. He would introduce three new guests to the wonders of Madam Ruse's brothel. Of course Madam Ruse would be introduced later. She always preferred to put on a grande show. Which was very common for the lord. Felix stood at the doorway of the brothel. His hands folded behind his back. His glossy pale skin glowed with a pristine shine that only he could create. His jet black hair had been combed back, and of course his suit was anything but dapper, and perfect.