(Video #3 double feature) Scene 1, part 1: The villainous sorceress 'Vex' squeezes a favor out of another villain's minions

The video opens to display an ominous fortress hidden somewhere in the mountain chain a few dozen miles outside of the Acropolis City limits. It menaces with weapons and villainous spikes, as well as a stylized serpent motif. The walls are thoroughly patrolled by scowling, goose-stepping henchmen in green bodysuits with cowls.

It seems there is a small skirmish going on. Several of said henchmen are sent running for cover in a security checkpoint on the outskirts as an underdressed young woman throws magical green fireballs at them. However, as more and more of the minions show up and surround her, she is soon **** to raise her hands in the air as a dozen rifles are trained on her. Soon she is marched into a detainment room by several of the guards. There she is made to put her back up against a wall, and although she retains a defiant look on her face, her eyes show she is clearly quite worried, especially since the room contains a locking cell, a table with leather straps, and some very menacing-looking hooks, drills and other tools which, considering the context, probably aren't just for dentistry.

"You are making a mistake." she says in a deep, mellifluous tone. "I did not come here for a fight. I am here because your enemies, the League of Propriety, are my enemies as well, and I need refuge, and help breaking my partners free. We will bring great trouble and misfortune to those arrogant 'heroes' if you will. Don't you see we are all on the same side?"

Several of the guards are standing at attention outside the door. The one she's speaking to is a tall, muscular young man with icy blue eyes and a cruel smile. "Lady Viper will be the judge of that. So you're supposed to be some kind of adversary to the corrupt and decadent League? Hmph. I suppose that explains why you're dressed like a 16th century middle eastern prostitute."

The woman who was throwing the fireballs curls her lip into a pout, but she can't very well say it isn't accurate.

Of course, being dressed in skimpy outfits is not terribly uncommon among villainesses. Quite the opposite. And in her case, it is very flattering indeed. The tall, fit woman is dressed in a white sarong worn loose around her waist that leaves her legs mostly exposed. Above it, the only real clothing she's wearing is a scanty backless one-piece top of white cloth that barely covers her c-cup breasts (showing a bit of 'underboob'), held in place by a thin golden chain looped around her back. Another couple of those thin gold chains are attached to it, hanging down in an x-shape over her otherwise exposed midriff.

She is wearing a lot of extraneous jewelry, including golden snake-shaped armbands, a glimmering jewel over her breastbone connected to the upper part of her cloth top, large glittering earrings, and a small lapis lazuli adhering to her forehead. The outfit bares a lot of her smooth, light brown skin, which, along with her alluring almond-shaped eyes and high cheekbones, marks her as being of South Asian descent. Although she's wearing heavy eyeshadow, crimson lip gloss and penciled-on eyebrows, the most odd, atypical aspect of her appearance is her hair; or rather, her complete lack of it. Her head is completely bald, waxed as smooth as a cue ball.

The woman arrogantly huffs. "Surely you have heard of 'Vex'? Dark sorceress of the Fearful Sextet? Our latest exploit was all over the news until those meddling peacocks in the Young Revengers caught us off guard. That is why I am the only one not in a cell, right now."

"We don't watch that semitic propaganda they call the news in 'S.E.R.P.E.N.T.'" The lieutenant says contemptuously. "And you are about to be in a cell the likes of which will make you wish you'd been captured alongside the rest of whatever pathetic anarchist gang you belong to."

Soon Lieutenant 59 has Vex with her hands cuffed behind her back in an interrogation room, alone. "How incompetent are you? I am a part of the most successful freelance gang in Acropolis City. We have bested the greatest the League of Fools has to offer on many occasions..."

"Except for recently, if I'm to take your earlier claims at face value." The green-uniformed soldier says, crossing his thick arms over his chest and regarding the woman in front of him coolly from behind the mirrored faceplate covering the top half of his face.

Shrugging contemptuously, Vex huffs. "My friends will be out soon enough. But only of I remain free to put my contingencies into action. You should be taking me to Madam Viper herself! This could be profitable for her."

Lieutenant '59' shakes his head. "If Madam Viper," he pauses to make a stiff-armed salute before continuing, "wanted to talk to you, you would've been in front of her 5 minutes after she said the word. She approaches. She is not approached." He holds his hand up hesitantly, then his mouth breaks into a smirk. "I think you knew that, though. I think the one you meant to approach was... me."

Vex responds with a sharp, mithless laugh. "Ha! HA! You? You are nobody. And..." she raises her index fingers mockingly, "'I think you knew that, though'." she says, deepening her voice to imitate him. "If you ever forget you're nobody, you have a fucking number printed on your suit to remind you. Now go bring me your Mistress or one of her inner circle to talk to."

"Oh, the Mistress will take note of you soon enough when you're in a cell. You won't like the terms she offers, and I guarantee you she has no interest in helping your gang, on account of some of the... people..." he puts an odd emphasis on that word, "who make it up. But, instead of that you could have a private room for a while as a 'potential asset' rather than an 'intruder'. And I could forget to mention your rude arrival, with the fireballs, to Madam Viper. After all, she has a lot on her mind, it isn't necessary to trouble her with every little incident."

Vex rolls her eyes and puts her weight on one foot, pursing her lips in a gesture of entitled annoyance. "Fine then. Two hundred thousand."

"Hm?" the lieutenant says stepping closer.

Not displaying any fear of him despite being handcuffed, the dusky-skinned sorceress steps closer to him, raising her cuffed hands to make a beckoning gesture. "Enough dragging this out, I haven't the patience for it. Two hundred thousand dollars transferred to the location of your choice, half now and half after I depart."

The smug henchman blows air through his lips. "You do realize that I'm pledged for life to an organization dedicated to the utter downfall of the corrupt Freemasonic government of the United States? And you're offering me... that government's currency?" Vex's frown deepens and her eyes widen a little before he continues: "Money will be required, but it will go to the organization, I'd have no use for it. The Mistress sees to our needs - hoarding wealth on my own would be seen as disloyalty. But you do have something I want."

Vex turns to the side, starting to look a little nervous. "And that is what exactly?" she says, her voice still piercing and confident.

"Don't be naive. If you'll permit me to repeat myself... I think you know." Lieutenant 59 steps closet to Vex and begins running his hand gently over her scantily clad body, tracing up from her midriff to the undersides of her breasts."

"That won't be possible." It sounds like Vex's throat is tightening up a little as she weakly pushes against his barrel chest, backing away a step.

"What's the problem? Are you already involved with another member of your gang and you're afraid they'll hold it against you?" the burly man asks smoothly, advancing as she retreats.

"No, I'm not, but..." Vex says, biting her lip and allowing her eyes to rove down over his body, the strength and bulk of which clearly shows through his green jumpsuit and armor.

The minion of S.E.R.P.E.N.T. gently clasps his hands on her shoulders and pulls her closer. "You've got five seconds to finish that sentence before I kiss you."

"I'm... you're... this is..." Vex gropes inarticulately as she wraps her hands around his arms in a gesture that comes across as more submissive than defensive.

Pulling her closer, lieutenant '59' bends down to press his lips against hers and slips his hand up under the skimpy lengths of fabric stretched over her breasts.

"Tell me what to do then." Vex says in much smaller and softer voice than she'd been using a minute ago.