Scene III. [The Bar’s Ladies Loo.]
Enter BLACK CAT, sola.
BLACK CAT
His Majesty thinks I may be weak willed about supporting Feathers’ empty efforts at wanting to love her soulmate. He’s wrong. This common room I thought was just a line of ordinary stalls. It looks and feels like a silky lounge. What a soft, lovely red glow the lights shine against the papered walls and velvet draperies. Would very much like to sit here for sometime, but I really do have to contact Feathers now about Pluto’s visit. I’m right about His Majesty’s ulterior motives here. Why would His Majesty Pluto push this anti-God agency against Feathers? He wants Feathers with her soulmate who’s nothing more but a devil in heat. I know what Feathers’ soulmate wanted from her all along. I know about his whore-infested coterie members. I know what they do and why they prey upon women like Feathers. They will never steal her light. They hate her angelic light while at the same time want it. And for what? That’s how they heal themselves from their sick deeds against humanity. They would a sick animal slay just to wash their hands in its warm blood afterwards. That is how these empty shells make themselves feel alive.
Exit.
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