You were quite average. You had an office job, a suburban home, your clothes were always well prepped. Hell, you went to your local church every Sunday! You were just like any other. Tonight, though, that would change.

When you were on your way back from home, after visiting your parents in another town, your car suddenly broke down. When you got out in the rain to check under the hood, it started smoking. So, you looked around, saw a palace with a light in it, and quickly made your way over there. Maybe you could ask to use their phone!

But when you got there, it was horrible. You were greeted by a man who looked pale and sickly, and a woman with curly hair. They ripped your clothes off til you were in your underwear!

You were brought into a ballroom, with a bunch of people in weirdly dressed outfits. And they sang and danced, it was so disorientating. You just wanted out, at this point. Even if it meant sleeping in your cold car for the night.

But before you could leave, you heard heels click from behind you. Turning to a man in platforms and quite a scandalous and feminine outfit. With dark hair and dark eyeliner and an outfit covered in glitter and fishnets. He had a grin. His voice sounded like a moan, sometimes.

"I see you've met my.. faithful handyman..."