Compte Vermillion Ruche is the inheritor of the fortune made largely through the development of genetic technology which has become ubiquitous and the patenting of a large number of genome codes, including those for many extinct species. He is currently wearing a jumpsuit of cherry red PVC, with enormously high platform boots in red and white patent leather. His wig is high, white and red. He is wearing large white framed sunglasses and long red false nails. He is regaling his courtiers with anecdotes and roaring with laughter. He is red in the face. His courtiers are making a big show of laughing too. There is traces of white powder around his nostrils.
Suddenly he gets an idea
‘Dance Tony, Dance’ he yells wildly, manic with excitement
Tony rises to his feet looking uncomfortable
‘Dance, you twinkle-toed poof’
Tony shuffles awkwardly
‘No, like a robot you cunt, dance like a robot’ Ruche is jiggling in his seat, his face a twisted grin.
Tony makes stiff, robotic movements
‘Claude, get this on tape, this is classic. Ha, ha, look at Tony, he’s dancing like robot, what’s the matter Brendon, why aren’t you laughing? You don’t find this burk funny? You can be his robot girlfriend then, that’ll make it funnier, c’mon Brenden, get off your fat arse and dance. You’re his robot girlfriend, c’mon.’
Brendon is making stiff movements opposite Tony.
‘Hey Tony, get behind him and shaft him like a robot. Have some robo-sex you cyborg queers’
Tony gets behind Brendon and makes regular, piston-like groin thrusts
Ruche is in fits of laughter, sweat is dripping from his forehead.
‘I can’t wait show this tape at the next banquet. You two will have ‘em in stitches’