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adored her, wanted her close to him so completely and utterly . . . If that was what Michael Doran<br />
was really like, then how could she ever have considered going to bed with him? In the real world,<br />
she was a lonely woman, approaching middle age, who had pathetically grabbed at her first and<br />
probably last chance of happiness. An empty boy with a cute smile. Perhaps she should stay here.<br />
Moody glanced around the gathering with a sneer, turned to his fellows and raised his fist in a<br />
power salute. 'Hi!' he shouted.<br />
They saluted back. 'Ho!'<br />
Moody spun on his heel, and led the dwarves towards Bernice's table. Gushy took the seat next<br />
to Bernice. 'Gosh, you do look pretty in your dress.'<br />
Cute, to Bernice's trepidation, sat down on the other side of her. 'She's beautiful . . .' he<br />
sighed.<br />
Bernice concentrated on the doorway.<br />
'The crowd don't seem to be entirely happy with your presence,' Wolsey observed to the<br />
dwarves.<br />
'Rumplephobia,' spat Moody.<br />
'There is a lot of post-dwarf and even anti-dwarf feeling,' Liberal explained. 'Even amongst the<br />
dwarf community. Some say that we should abandon Dwarf as a social construct altogether, and<br />
just get on with being short.'<br />
'Could be because of the Ogre,' Laddish interjected. 'Last year, he was guilty of a number of<br />
unnecessary actions which went well beyond the spirit of the game.'<br />
'He went around killing people,' said Bitchy, 'and tried to blame it on us, because he killed each<br />
of them in the manner of one of our names. Well, six of them, anyway. He decided that the best<br />
way to incriminate Lazy was not to bother.'<br />
'Ogre?' Bernice perked up. 'There's an Ogre in this Kingdom that actually kills people?'<br />
'Ooh, he's a bad sort,' Candy put her hand on Bernice's sleeve. 'But he doesn't exactly live<br />
round here.'<br />
'Then where –?'<br />
But Bernice's question was interrupted by another cry from the MC. 'Prince Charming!'<br />
The Prince was dressed in an extraordinary costume. He wore a long military coat, and a pair<br />
of britches, with a peacock waistcoat, a red sash, and a cummerbund. He marched down the<br />
steps, glancing around the room proudly, aware of the attention and adulation he was getting.<br />
After a moment of feigned uncertainty, doubtless to allow the commoners to gaze on him some<br />
more, he spun on his heel and headed for Bernice's table. He hitched one foot up on to a spare<br />
chair, slapped his thigh and grinned at her. 'What do you think of the get-up?'<br />
Bernice slid her fan from her sleeve, and tapped his boot with it gently, looking him up and<br />
down. 'Ridicule,' she told him, 'is nothing to be scared of.'<br />
He laughed indulgently, and took his seat opposite her, earning a glare from Cute. From the<br />
other side of the room there came a fanfare. The majority of the other guests had arrived. Candy<br />
pointed out two of them to Bernice, women in huge platform shoes, with extraordinary wigs,<br />
garish make-up and vast dresses. They were as well endowed as Candy was. 'Two of my lot. Sisters,<br />
if I remember rightly. I must speak to them later.'<br />
'Your lot?'<br />
'Dames. You know. Ladies of a certain age.'<br />
'Yes,' laughed Wolsey, draining his first champagne stem of the night. 'Too old.' Then he<br />
stopped in mid-sip, his ears visibly pricking up as his gaze chanced upon one of the new arrivals.<br />
'I say. Hel-lo!'<br />
Bernice followed his eyeline. Through the crowd was moving another humanoid cat. This one<br />
wore an elegant lace gown, the same silver as her fur. On her feet were a dainty little pair of<br />
boots.<br />
'Puss in Boots . . .' murmured Wolsey.<br />
'I've warned you about your language before,' Liberal told him.<br />
'That's her name.' Wolsey rose to his feet, purring, and adjusted his cravat. 'I'd heard that<br />
another of my kind would be coming to this ball, but I could scarcely hope that she would be<br />
so . . . soft-furred and silver.' He rubbed his paws together. 'Let's hope she hasn't been neutered,<br />
eh?'