(We begin outside of a Hollywood nightclub. It's the dead of night, and there's no one on the neon-lit avenue but drunk kids and prostitutes. Two figures stumble out of the club. She's tall, buxom, and dark-haired, giggling and laughing and stumbling and obviously drunk or stoned or both. He's a familiar figure in shadow, with short, dark curls and a goatee.)

Girl: Boy, was that fun! You're some dancer!

Guy: That was nothin'! Should see me when I really get the chance to let loose!

Girl: I'd love to see you cut loose! Bet you'd be somethin'! (She winds her arms around him) How 'bout here, lover boy?

*He laughs as she drags him over to where they're standing under a lone street lamp. The girl isn't familiar. The guy is obviously Alex.*

Alex: I can't dance without music!

Girl: Yah want music! I can give you music! I'm gonna be singer... (Sings "Daydream Believer" loudly and VERY off-key)

Alex: *despite cringing slightly* Babe, wait, I know the perfect place for music.

Girl: Let's go to another club! I know a place down the street that's REALLY hot! Really hot n' sooo dyn-a-mite!

Alex: Ehhhh, I have an even BETTER place in mind.

Girl: You do?

Alex: You bet! It's a surprise. Do you like blindfolds?

Girl: Sure! I like anythin'!

Alex: *pulls a black scarf from his back pocket* Let’s put this on, and I'll escort you.

Girl: Uh, ok...

(Alex ties the black scarf tightly around her eyes.)

Girl: When we gonna get there...wherever?

Alex: It's very nearby. We'll be there shortly.

*Alex makes them disappear in a black light. They reappear in a room with a massive stereo system and a large, overstuffed couch.*

Alex: *removes her blindfold* What do you think?

Girl: Wow! (Her eyes widen) This is...wow!

Alex: I take it you like it. I knew you would.

Girl: It's just...so 'mazin'... (Runs her hand over the plush-upholstered couch)

*Alex grabs a remote from the mini-bar on the side of the room. He pushes a button, and the stereo comes to life.*

(A slinky instrumental number starts up. She hums along, punctured by the occasional giggle.)

*Alex moves closer, moving to the music, until he has his arms wrapped around her. They move as one to the music.*

Girl: (Sighs and leans into him as the music ends) So...wanna dance som'more? Or you wanna...well, do something else?

Alex: I was hopin' you'd ask that question. Shall we make ourselves comfortable on the couch? ;)

Girl: Would love to.

*The camera tilts to a shot of the ceiling as they start to make out on the couch. The view cuts out, then comes back on moments later. The camera returns to it's normal view. We see the girl asleep on the couch, a smile on her lips. Alex is sprawled out on the floor, a grin is plastered on his face. A leg jerks every so often.*

(Sheila, wearing a slinky black silk and lace nightgown and robe, walks in, yawning.)

Sheila: Alex, what was that...(smirks)...oh. Hello, Alex. I should have known that's what you were up to. Found us another one?

Alex: *opens one eye, glaring* I was having the best dream. :P

Sheila: I thought you were going to work on some of the Headquarters singers you'd snagged. (Nods at the girl) Is that one of them?

Alex: Yeah, she is. She said she was new there, had just been signed.

Sheila: Ahh, good. They won't go after her right away. We want to work up the ladder slowly this time, not like you chasing those thirty women last year.

Alex: *rolls his eyes* You'll never let me forget it.

Sheila: Well, are you ready to work on her?

Alex: *dull glare* What do you think I've been doing?

Sheila: I mean in the labs. Not the other parts.

Alex: I'm gettin' there, I'm gettin' there. Sheesh.

Sheila: Had enough fun? Shall we make this one a handmaiden? (Strokes her face, then runs her fingers through her long, deep-brown hair) She would make a nice one.

Alex: *sighs* Yeah, you can take this one. She was fun, but I've had better.

Sheila: Very well. Awaken her, take her soul, and we’ll bring out the labs.

Alex: *nods and kneels next to the couch; he traces his fingers up and down her neck* Wake up, babe...

Girl: (Eyes flutter open; slight moan) Huh? Oh. (Sleepy grin) More?

Alex: A little something different this time. How about a nice massage, hm?

Girl: Uh, sure! (Giggles again)

*Alex starts to rub her temples, muddling her. His hands travel down her chest. Claws extend from his fingertips, and he effortlessly removes her soul.*

(She screams and writhes in agony, but it quickly fades as Alex withdraws his hand, and she becomes still, her eyes lifeless.)

Alex: All set.

Sheila: Good. (She pushes a button. Walls turn around to reveal equipment; the stereo sinks into the ground, and the couch lowers while straps slide out of the sides.)

Sheila: Ready, Alex dear?

Alex: *places the girl on the now-unfolded couch and straps her down* Ready.

Sheila: (Strokes the girl's head) Yes, my dear. You are going to be a servant. You shall serve me, and give Alex an occasional night of pleasure. This is your only function. Alex, remove her voice. I will remove her hair.

(Sheila takes a pair of scissors and cuts off the long, dark locks, then shaves the rest.)

Alex: *runs his fingers over the girl's throat* Done.

Sheila: You belong to Alex and to me now. You have no mind of your own.

Alex: You will also aid us in any way we wish for our experiments. Basically, you do what we tell you to do.

Sheila: You are ours. You obey none but us. You will sometimes be allowed a night of pleasure with one of the male pets if you are obedient.

Alex: Or me if you aren't.

Sheila: We will send you to the handmaidens' dormitory in the left wing under the blacksmith's shop. They will dress you and feed you.

(She merely nods.)

(There's a black light around the girl, and she vanishes. Sheila turns to Alex with a smirk.)

Sheila: Good work, Alex. I think she'll make a lovely handmaiden.

Alex: *slight grin* Thank you.

Sheila: How's that group coming, the Wesley Collings Quartet? They're just about finished with that special, right? The boys should be just about ready.

Alex: Coming along just fine.

Sheila: (Smirks) There's a cast party for the special and for Headquarters Records at the mansion of one of the producers next week. That might not be a bad place to reel them in. We could reel in a few other fishies, too...or should I say Monkees?

Alex: *wicked grin; nods* Sounds like a plan to me.

Sheila: One of the male members of the Wesley Collings Quartet let slip that they're sure to be there. After all, they are Headquarters' biggest-selling act now. It's mandatory.

Alex: Of course. ;)