Out in the hallway, Phoebe flounces towards the elevators, passing as she goes K'Amaya, who's slouched in a chair. K'Amaya, peering over the top of her magazine, craftily studies Phoebe's every move.
Back in Cole's office, K'Amaya slinks through the door and offers to give Cole what he wants, if you know what she means. She morphs into Feeb form, replicating Phoebe's disturbing attire.
Over at the elevator bank, Phoebe taps her foot impatiently, then bolts for the stairs. Just as the door clicks shut behind her, Raige and Piper emerge from a car and pedebitch towards Cole's office. They hit the threshold and gasp in horror. The shot cuts to the gals' shared point of view, and we see Cole and K'Feebs snacking on each other's back molars while grinding against one another on Cole's desk. The shot switches again so we have Cole and K'Feebs macking in the foreground while Piper and Raige, sickened and repulsed, allow their lower jaws to drop into the commercial break.
Jackhole, Cokehead & Kink. Piper and Raige stagger through the hallway, reeling in disgust. Welcome to my world, ladies. Raige pulls it together long enough to shudder, "We need a plan." "How's this?" Piper quips. "We go home. We vomit." Pause. "And?" Raige asks. "That's all I have so far," Piper mutters, stumbling towards the elevator. Heh.
Back in the office, Cole pulls away from K'Feebs and shakes his head. Most of her lip gloss has taken up residence on his mouth. K'Feebs is good, Cole allows, but the One True Feebs is better. K'Feebs morphs back into K'Amaya, simpers, and boobs on out of there. I must admit, Alyssa Milano and the actress portraying K'Amaya have done a pretty good job matching up the tone of their line deliveries in this scene. Let's see how long it takes them to fuck it all up.
Lobby. The Mole spies Phoebe clomping out of the stairwell, mistakes her for K'Amaya in Feeb form, and wrestles her over to an alcove for a little browbeating. It's The Comedy Of Errors, you see. If you replace "Comedy" with "Torture" and "Errors" with "Demian." God alone knows why they're riffing on Oscar Wilde in the episode's title. And there I go again -- pretending that I care. Face! Speaking of faces, The Mole has his jammed into Phoebe's, spackling it with spittle as he snipes, "The leader of the Underworld will never have a whore as his queen." I'd say something like, "Shows how much you know about it, dork," but to the best of my knowledge, Phoebe never charged for it. "Did you just call me a whore?" Phoebe howls as K'Amaya boobs out of the elevator on her way to the street. The Mole goggles for a moment before flaring away with the One True Feebs in his arms.