h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

How uncouth of the slave girl to wear a see-through outfit! Surely a little left to the imagination is much more becoming! We could teach you how to be a Lady, if one had the time.....where's one's drink?

It's not really see-through.
~belly-dances across to where the drinks are~
When I dance all the layers flutter about and I am completely covered.
I'm hurt that you think I am indecent.
Mind if I help myself to a drink?

*strolls into the room to the strains of "there's a new man in town" ala Ally McBeal*

Hi lay-dees....

*Notices the chain hanging from the slave-girls neck*

If I pull that for you, will you return the favour?

*clicks his fingers and is presented with a large whisky*

Thank you, my man...

- Sir Douglas has a thought that being dashing, virginal & handsome doesn't cut the mustard around here... -

*Sir Percy struts in and just catches his monacle as it pops out on seeing the slave girl is about to do the same

Well sink me if it isn't the Queen and her slave girl.

Good evening ladies.

I'm not her slave-girl! I'm a belly-dancer.

~belly dances to prove it~

*tried to tear his eyes away from the tanned and undulating belly, but is totally hypnotised*

gaaaarggggg..... *beads of sweat roll down his brow*

*Sir Percy grabs his monacle again

Well sink me but the neck chain confused me. Let me make it up to you two ladies by buying you a drink. What'll it be?

- Sir Douglas goes and stands in the half light, trying to gain some of the moody backlighting for effect... -

- He prays more women turn up soon... -

- Or the only thing that will pass over his sheets tonight will be moonlight... -

*smiles and Sir Doug*

you recon its time for your fans to hit the sheet? {wink}

Well sink me Sir Douglas!

When I stood silhouetted in the moonlight someone said they thought I was a pickaxe!

At last! A gentleman! One asked this belly-dancer to bring one a PGGB, but just look at the spectacle she's making of herself....One means, the child calls that dancing! Obviously she has never visited the court of the King and I.
*starts to dance and everyone in the room is transfixed at the complexity of the Queen's movements....
*especially the jewel-encrusted golden bodice which she is wearing, which appears to be moulded to her perfect skin....
*her golden mask only adds an air of mystery to her appeal....

- Sir Douglas brow frowns as the 'big boys' just don't play fair... -

- Metaphysical vultures swoop all around him... -

*Quietly and nervously a figure glides into the room*
*Clearly male, he takes a seat at the side of the room*
*It looks as though he is waiting, for what or who is unknowm*
*He dressed in a manner suggestive of a Army General*

*a handmaiden of the Queen's runs in, bows low to her Majesty and presents her with a box.
*reading the card, the Queen exclaims: "Oh, it is a gift from one's dear husband, the great Pharoh Roch'a."
*opens the box
"Oh, my favourite chocolates! Ferrero Rocher!"
One's husband cannot attend this fabulous Masked Ball, he graciously sends his regrets that you will not have the honour of his presence.
He says "Fill your boots" to all the men, and "Lie back and think of England" to all the ladies....
Well, aren't you all the lucky ones! Looks like one is a free spirit tonight!

*Sir Percy struts out onto to the dance floor to join the Queen

Come along your majesty - lets show the rabble.

Ambasidor - you're really spoiling us

Shouldnt that be "lie back and think of Egypt" your majesty? xxx

*eyes the chocolates and licks his lips*

I dont suppose I can get my fingers in your box for a moment, or are you much too tight? Its just that I fancy a bit, and wondered if you would be kind enough to give me one?

The honour is all yours, Sir Percy, one recalls once watching a film by that name, quite some time ago.....
*undulates provocatively

My, my what a knight, and another, and another. I think I will enjoy this ball.

*goes off to mingle with some gents*