Monologue To A Dummy Audience

“No one still has yet to see your face.” a deep muffled voice talks to himself at a wall of solid mirror. “Not even that Mistress Scarlet… this time, however, she did not turn away from your mask chosen.”

He paces back and forth from life like statues to the next and back to the mirror. “She was right. These Equestrian people… she told me they were going to be interesting. And she became extra sexy now that she told me what she was. I watched her through the hidden cameras and holes in the walls. She shifted into someone else. So, I kidnapped her for an hour of her time. Don’t worry. She didn’t mind. She’s always cool and collected. And not afraid of you!” the man points a finger at the mirror. “‘From the Earth’ is only half of what she is… she’s something called a ‘Changeling’ as well! This intrigues me. And she isn’t the only one on her staff.”

Grabbing a master remote control off a counter, he presses a button. The ground parted open and a couple of leather reclining chairs rise up. One of them was occupied with a statue in sit position. He sits down and faces the mirror wall and the statue at the same time. “Ahhh, much more comfy… Derailed from topic because of that Mistress Scarlet and her whip that I have yet to confess I want her to use on me? Yes. Yes, I did derail. So moving onwards in this soliloquy of mine. The Equestrian people... the Equestrian people are everything she spoke of. And now they are investigators!? Very different from what I had in mind. But, we can work with that. We’ll have every trick play through and then some. I’m glad everyone is taking this light heartedly and going with the flow.”

Another click on the remote and his legs prop up. “Perhaps we shall invite the Equestrians for ‘John Boddy’s’ private birthday dinner. An invite sent to Princess Twilight and friends. A special request of those Wonderbolts as well. I would love to see that show of theirs which is highly spoken of. Those wings are gorgeous. If these people never came here… I would still be a non-believer.” He glances at his wall of television screens. “These Americans are a different story. And they never get old to watch. So easily scared, they are. Must be all those reality shows they watch. Ohhh, how they are all the most perfect reality show for me. I think I’m about to outdo myself this season. Okay… okay… the beginning of this season.”

Yawning and stretching, he looks at his watch. “A few minutes to 2AM, time for my beauty sleep. First, I must email that Mistress Scarlet to assure Princess Twilight and company comes to dinner.” He smiles at himself. “Oh, self in the mirror, what a great idea you have. That Cicely girl who brought luggage to the Princess Suite we saw earlier, gave Princess Twilight the best big orgasmic massage. We shall watch that. Thank goodness this system is programmed by room and hour.”

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Laying in bed, the man kisses a picture frame. “Goodnight, Mistress Scarlet. See you in my dreams!”