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her innocent disposition, the marriage will be doomed before it’s even started.’
    ‘Yeah, I’ve heard rumours about him.’ Beast hesitated and looked over at the couple again. Cinderella was gazing dreamily at Tate as he spoke animatedly, gesturing with his hands. ‘Perhaps it could work, I like the idea of giving Charming a present he doesn’t even know he’s received.’
    ‘Of course it could work. But she must still be a virgin, Prince Charming will be expecting that. If she isn’t, there’ll be hell to pay.’
    ‘There are other ways to become more sexually experienced, more sexually confident than a traditional fuck,’ Beast huffed.
    ‘Well, I know that.’ Rapunzel looked at Tate, standing in ripped jeans, enormous boots and rumpled red checked shirt. He was carefully winding one of Cinderella’s curls around his finger and looking at it as though it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. ‘But will he know that?’
    ‘Tate has many strings to his bow. I’ve every confidence all will be well for our innocent little bride when he understands the score.’ Beast reached out and placed the knuckle of his index finger beneath Rapunzel’s chin and cocked her head. ‘But from this point on, Cinderella is for me to worry about. Since you are entirely mine the second we step through this door your responsibilities are automatically diverted to me.’ He dropped his head low to hers, so low their lips were just a whisper apart and she could feel his warm breath washing over her cheeks. She fluttered her eyes shut, waiting for a kiss.
    None came.
    Her lips tingled in disappointment. But her shoulders lightened as the weight of responsibility for Cinderella’s virtue, for her own pleasure, for everything in fact, was removed by Beast. It was a good feeling, both liberating and indulgent and she was looking forward to experiencing a whole lot more of it.

Part Two
    THE TWO COUPLES headed down the steep steps to The Basement. Thumping music faded to a distant rumble and the lighting dimmed to a seductive red haze. They turned a corner and were faced with an extraordinarily long, door-lined corridor. The deep pile carpet was a lustrous, rich burgundy and the cream walls were dotted with wrought iron sconces holding fat white candles. At the far end, two enormous oak doors with ornate brass knockers led into the main entertainment room.
    They stopped at a desk blocking their passage down the corridor. Behind it, as always, sat one of the seven dwarfs; tonight it was Grumpy. His green, pointed hat was pulled down low, his beard dotted with crumbs from the cheesy crisps he was munching and his scowling, beady eyes devoured his glossy magazine Dwarfettes on Top .
    ‘Good evening,’ Beast said in a voice that let Grumpy know he had no patience for a scowling dwarf.
    Grumpy muttered something indecipherable then pushed forward a register. Beast scrawled across it with a long, turquoise feather dipped in ink and then counted out ten gold coins for Rapunzel’s admission fee. After Tate had done the same Grumpy stood and unhooked the twisted black rope between the desk and the wall and allowed them to pass.
    Beast stopped at the first door on the left. ‘Go in,’ he said to Rapunzel. ‘Find something to wear that I’ll actually like.’
    ‘Whatever do you mean?’ Rapunzel stared down at her dress.
    ‘That’s a wardrobe room for princesses who come to The Basement wearing stuff from a damn cartoon.’ He flicked his hand at her sumptuous dress. ‘Go find a corset, black, and some long boots with high heels, the sluttier the better.’ He turned his colossal back and flicked his head at Tate who stepped over to him. They immediately became immersed in a hushed conversation.
    ‘You coming in with me?’ Rapunzel asked Cinderella.
    ‘Yeah, OK, my knees are a bit wobbly, all that champagne and stuff ... maybe I should sit down.’
    ‘Oh, you’ll be fine,’ Rapunzel said pushing at the door.