And there was a Master of Ceremonies. (original) (raw)

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"Meine Damen und Herren, Mesdames et Messieurs, Ladies...and Gentlemen... That is the end of our show!"

*one of the Kit Kat Girls lifts her skirt to reveal her bottom as she prances off the stage*

"And what a nice little end, n'est pas? I hope you have all enjoyed yourself a little too much for your own good. Please pay your respects at the bar -- as much respect as you can before you end up leaving on all fours, obviously with drunken deference -- and will the certain individual who left me a dirty, dirty note under the dressing room door come see me for a lesson in cleanliness. Do you touch your wife with the hand that wrote those lines, Monsieur Perrault? Ha! I thought so."

*wraps his silk robe tighter around him, and bends down to accept a bottle of cognac from the Frenchman*

"Pour moi? You make me blush, my dear man -- would you like to see?" *fiddles with the knot of his robe and laughs* "Maybe later. Good God, you are distracting me! Off with you, now! All of you, all of you! And remember to come back tomorrow evening, because even though it's just as hot in here as it is out there, the best thing about that is that we can take our clothes off without inciting any trouble. ...Well, not much, anyway. Good night! Bon soir! Gutenabend!"

*sweeps off the stage with a flourish to the sound of applause and hops down the stairs, intending to head straight upstairs -- but with a muttered "Oh, bother," he remembers that he's left his cigarette case in the dressing room, and makes an abrupt turn -- causing him to very nearly collide into Victor, but he stops short, his face just an inch away from the other man's chest*

*without so much as an apology, he raises a hand and prods his chest with his fingertips, raising his eyes toward his face*

"Oh, hello. You're a solid one, aren't you, darling?"