Victorian House

Why is the Baroness like this? she wonders. How and why is it her responsibility to play the role of Randy Buck's nemesis? Really, it's all so melodramatic and ridiculous. They are like comic book characters, the villain, Buck, the heroines, Cynthia and herself, with attendant supporters on both sides of the fence of good and evil, right and wrong. And the action comes complete with costumes hoods or masks, black leather corsets, whips, spiked heels and black mesh stockings-in short, the full paraphernalia of S amp;M, B amp;D, the full alphabet soup of sexual perversion. Yes, Nancy thinks, Randy Buck is one sick puppy, all right. But her boss and constant companion is surely no less so. She is, in her own way, just as sick, if not sicker, than her arch-enemy, Randy Buck. No question. That latest little diversion of hers, the doll house, with muscle men all dressed up in drag, complete with make-up, prancing about and queening it up for her amusement, her living dolls, as she termed them-what was that, if not really sick? And Cynthia herself seemed to realize this, making no attempt to rebuild the Victorian house or to set up the thing elsewhere after Antoine, her couturier, now ex-couturier, had burned the place down in a fit of pique after being excluded by her from participation in what turned out to be, thanks to him, the last session, almost trapping them within, himself included ...»