May 14th: DOOM"S BALLS ARE THE GREATEST BALLS

[Veronica Freud]

"Well it's here somewhere, isn't it? I just wanna take a peak and come right back. I think Lord Doom is busy chatting up redheads right now anyway."

[Narrator]

"Of course, Miss. If you'll follow me..." the lackey lead Ronnie towards an elevator.

[Veronica Freud]

Ronnie followed eagerly and abandoned her duties for the moment. It was, really, no different than if she had to go to the bathroom.

[Byrna Cooper]

Bear watched Ronnie leave, and with a concerned look, quietly followed.

[Veronica Freud]

Bear would be able to see what floor the elevator stopped at and catch the next one to that floor. The hallway on the floor would be empty, though faint voices would lead her to a set of doors near the end of the hallway, where a conversation could be made out of what was previously mumbles at best.

"Miss, please don't!"

"Oh come on, don't be such a worry wort. I'll be gentle, I promise. Doom will never even know!"

"This is very, very inappropriate. If Lord Doom ever found out about this..."

"He won't. And if he did he probably wouldn't care. I think he likes me. I'll make sure you don't get fired."

"Getting fired is the least of my concerns. If we got caught like this...

"We won't get caught! Come on, live a little. I'll make this quick. Just do what I tell you and we'll be done before you even know it."

[Byrna Cooper]

Bear couldn't help but giggle a little bit, as she considered her next move.

[Veronica Freud]

"Are you sure you know how to work my camera?"

"Yes miss. Everything is ready. Please let's get this over with and get out of here."

"Well you're not very fun. I should go get some other butler to fill this position. You know there's a lot of guys online who wish they were in your shoes right now?"

[Byrna Cooper]

Bear's curiosity got the best of her, and she slowly, quietly opened the door..

[Veronica Freud]

... revealing Ronnie sprawled over Doom's hideously decadent throne. Her legs were hanging over one arm of the chair, one of her shoes hanging on by her toe, while her upper body reclined against the other arm rest. She had one arm draped against the back of the chair and holding a cigar, the other extended lazily past her head and holding a glass of champagne she had snagged from downstairs, as if waiting to have it topped off. She was still wearing all of her clothes, of course.

The footman was standing nearby, holding her camera, a soft beeping noise followed by a bright flash.

[Byrna Cooper]

Bear smiled, closing the door slowly again, but staying just outside the door in case of trouble.

[Veronica Freud]

After a couple of minutes Ronnie slipped out the door. The lackey wasn't with her, more than likely he stayed behind to make sure everything was exactly how Doom had left it before her arrival.

[Byrna Cooper]

"You are so bad!" Bear whispered, smiling a huge smile.

"Let's get back to the gala, before more Doompeople show up."

[Veronica Freud]

"Hey! Yer a peepin' Tom!" Ronnie laughed, slipping her camera back into her purse.

"If I'd known you were out here I'd've invited you in for a picture too. It's a big chair, we both could've fit." She gave Bear a little push, walking with her back toward the elevator.