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On a large and wide-open floor show in an unused building, a dashing rouge who wore a black top hat complete with a dark outfit top, pants, and shoes with a small cape drape from his shoulders, softly pulled at his twisted mustache. He hummed a soft tune as he walked about the floor, surrounded by ancient items and relics of bygone years. Next to him was his young niece Samantha, who was entering the prime of her teenage years, wearing a simple purple t-shirt with dark overalls and brown boots on. They both were making final checks of their old-time museum that was set to open as they headed towards a center display that held a large red couch that was currently empty. "Uncle Snively, I think you might have finally lost it..." she remarked as her uncle was once a rich and powerful man, but several unfortunate events have left him not as rich as Snively merely chuckled amused. "Oh, Samantha, what you may see about these items as dusty and old is actually interesting and eye catching!

At an evil bar hangout, several dark forces belonging to the Dark Kingdom and Black Moon Clan had all gathered to grumble and wash away their troubles from constant pesky Sailor Scout intervention. During the evening as a local utility item delivery worker was in the back of the room, at the front stage Zoisite took the spotlight to address his fellow evildoers. "Well, here we again, another week of defeats by the accursed magical girl Sailor Scouts!" he shouted out to the angry cheers of the crowd. "Seems like no one is strong enough to defeat them, not Queen Beryl, or Queen Nehelenia or even the Amazon Quartet!" he cried out to the angry grumbles and shouts of his fellow villains. As he went on complaining, the delivery person in the back heard their complaints and let a smile appear on her face as she soon stood up on a nearby table and tossed off her simple delivery uniform to reveal her true clothing. "HOLD ON!" the female cried out, having them all turn their attention to

"So, a little snoop decided to dig around my operations, eh? Well, we all know how that always turns out, right my birdy?" a well-groomed local gang lord mused as he leaned over a bit as he had a young teenage female rope tied to a chair, her wrists bound behind the chair with rope, more wrapping over her chest with more around her ankles as she wore a simple white shirt with a dark cardigan with a dark skirt with tights and sneaks on. "Mphpmmm!" the young snoop known as Rebecca mewed out into her thick dark cloth gag that covered the lower part of her face as she glared at the crook. She had learned of an illegal operation that was stumping local police and after a little looking around, she had learned the man before her was smuggling all kinds of illegal items through their port town, something she wanted to stop and be removed. "Hehehehahaha, and now as you know how this song and dance goes, we must introduce the slow death trap!" he said pressing a button as Rebecca jolted, as