He opens the door, seeing her naked on the pink and fancy bed in the red and gold classical room of his.
"No saw blades this time darling?"
She giggles in response to his humorous and lovely tone, replying in a cynical yet attractive expression. "Oh dear, so you're into it?" Giggling more, causing him to get a bit mad on her.
He jumped on the gal, pinning her down on the bed, looking at her, smiling, right before giving the ma'am a kiss and a bite on the delicious lip of hers.
"Oh my oh my darling. A bit fierce here aren't we?"
"Well what are you waiting for then dear? Come and get a prize for showing dominance."
The both chuckle, facing each other on the bed, his red and pink cloth against her pink flower dress. A mood of pleasure and passion rise upon the two lovers as they begin to kiss intensely.
"Jean! Please help me undress dear will you?" Innocently said by her calm yet devilishly voice, lighting up the mood even more than before.
"Ha! Sure thing, my da~arling Dorothy..." saying with the 'a' dragged.
The both remove clothes slowly of each other, rubbing their metal bodies against each other, breathing heavily on one another's mouths, kissing more.
Jean begins to go down on Dorothy with flames in his face. As he goes down, rumbling sounds begin to rise up from nowhere.
"Uh.. you hear that dear?" The mistress asked, slightly worried, still with passion to make love with her.
"Hm? I don't hear anything darling." He says, focusing more on her more than anything at the current moment, not even hearing the rumbles.
Without the two looking more into it and enjoying themselves, an explosion occurred in their room. The quick shock and amazement from the both of the lovers was almost immediately stopped as the roof fell on Jean and Dorothy. All becoming black.
A minute later, the couple got up from the rubble of what was left from their room, shocked.
"Wh-what was that dear?!" Dorothy shouted with surprise in her body's expression. "Why is everything ruined?!"
Jean looks forward, seeing on the street in front a hoard of the townsfolk running after a horse cartridge with three familiar looking gentlemen on it, Jack, Zick and Sam escaping. "Oh... already I see... quite the da~arlings aren't they?..." he says in a serious tone, alternative from his jolly and good expression. "So it all does come to your plan right?"
A shadowy figure appears behind him, a big smile erects on his mouth with three hats on top of his pale skinned head. The smiling man replies slowly with a devilish and amused voice. "Oh, it is all part of the plan my da~arling Jean. You were always my favorite out of all your brothers. Because you freed Jack it'll all go right and be a fantastic week..."
"Yes.. thank you Torment."
"Please, call me Tor."