Sadness And/Or Euphoria

(Well, it's become time once again to fiddle with the format a little. I've tripled my word limit here, in order to tell the story right. We will return to your regularly scheduled Drabbles tomorrow. Thank you.)

Suddenly, Glory found herself before a crowd of hollering soldiers. She turned, and was almost blinded by a throne that was as imposing as it was garish.

“My dear Glory. You’re going to entertain my new troops.”

The statement was issued by the woman lazing on the throne, her outfit not much more than a series of jewels connected by wires.

“Euphoria? Remember that-“ began Glory, before Euphoria held her mouth shut with a wave of her hand. The near-omnipotent manic alter-ego of Sadness laughed.

“I’m not falling for you making me cry like THAT again, my dear. I like this place far too much. Now dance!”

She waved her hand, and with a puff of purple and green smoke, a motley collection of musicians appeared and then began to play a slow, sexy number.

Glory found her body out of her control, forced to dance in something akin to a sexy tease, as performed by someone who had ‘sexy’ explained to them without actually understanding it. The crowd didn’t care, as they hooted, hollered and made various crude remarks about how one of the world’s greatest superheroines was dancing for them.

Slowly, Glory began to crack a smile, and began to resist the movements. At first, she was stopped, but slowly, Euphoria realised that Glory was getting into it, and began to let her move.

Glory began to dance more provocatively, the crowd of ‘loyal’ soldiers getting more quiet as the dance became genuinely erotic. Glory shimmied to the throne, gesturing to the woman upon it.

And then she reached over and raked Euphoria’s eyes.

Euphoria went to lash out, but her eyes began to water, and she was pulled from the body.

“Nasty thing about ancient magic, the terms are so vague…” Glory told Sadness as she reappeared.