The night sky lights with the effervescent fireworks in celebration of na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen's birthday, the flares glowing white in the grey-scale world. They crackle and pop, soft booms echoing down the chambers of the Harkonnens.

Feyd-Rautha stalks the dark hallways of the Harkonnen Palace on Giedi Prime. Illuminated only by the glowglobe following him, his already-pale skin appears to glimmer, sharp contours of his face exaggerated in the low-light. His black tunic hugs his lean, toned body, tailored perfectly to his body. His senses tingle, and he subtly shifts his hairless head to glance behind him.

A presence follows him, robed in a garment that almost completely covers the skin. A Bene Gesserit.

Feyd disappears into the shadows, waiting for the witch to pass by. He draws a dagger and stands behind the Bene Gesserit witch, knife poised at the elegant neck. His body presses against the back of the witch.

"You're following me," he rasps coldly, blue eyes roaming the beautiful body clothed in silk. He can already feel the Bene Gesserit tricks warping his mind.