He had done it. The Master has been elected Prime Minister, with you at his side disguised as his wife. It wasn’t fun, wearing loads of makeup and flashy dresses in public, but you knew it would be worth it in the end.

It had been a long day. There was nothing you wanted more than to go home and curl up in bed. So, once you and the Master had finally gotten home, you’d immediately started taking your disguise off, pulling your blonde wig off and wiping off your makeup. You can feel him walk up behind you and help you unzip your dress.

“Oh, dear, I know you don’t like all the disguises and such. But just think, once we’ve taken over the world, you’ll be able to wear whatever you want again.”