ACT ONE, SCENE ONE: THE ARRIVAL
Draco arrives at in Starlight Shores to a fairly livable trailer.
After some mild investigation, he finds that the Gooder Family is the richest in the town, much more his style. Draco speeds there on his broom.
Now for some backstory on the Gooders, Their daughter is dating the son of their rivals, so she is sent off to live with distant relatives, their son goes too because he helped hide the relationship.
Back to the story:
Draco meets the head of the family and explains that there is a convention of Good sims in Bridgeport in a few days and they have been invited.
Those of you not living under a rock know what happened to that city. Draco was however and will forever baffled as to why they never return.
Darkmetal: All right Draco, you disposed of the Gooders, what is your next move?
Draco: Ever hear of Priscilla Singh?
Darkmetal: Yes...
Draco: She would make a lovely mother for an heir wouldn't you say?
Darkmetal: She's married Draco, you'll just-
Draco: When have you ever known me to care about the status of things. The best things in life are the things you steal.
And so he did, with a little magical aid.
Draco: What do you say we take this back to my place?
Priscilla: Sure, let's go.
Darkmetal: Hey you should know tha-
Draco: Quiet you! You're a watcher not a talker. Just sit back and watch.
Darkmetal: ...
Back at the
Gooder Malanthro Mansion,
Priscilla: You live
here?
Darkmetal: Easily Impressed sims, oi
Draco: Yes I do, isn't this better than that hovel you and your husband live in?
Priscilla: Yes it is.
Draco: Good enough for you to leave him?
Priscilla: Most Definitely.
Draco: Good enough for you to marry me?
Priscilla: Oh my Watcher yes
Draco: Let us not waste time with formalities, we should get married right now
Draco: What you're a
good sim!?
Darkmetal: Hey, remember that time I tried to tell you something and you told me to be quiet? Good times. How are you going to deal with this?
Draco: Like this.
Draco: How do you feel, my darling?
Priscilla: Not good
Darkmetal: Oh, no
Priscilla: Not like that, You glorified peeping-tom! I mean I feel evil
Positively, and absolutely evil.