Krissy goes to sleep in her new room

Krissy's head buzzed from the wine and the intensity of Selene's gaze. The golden hue of the apartment's dim lighting cast long shadows, making the place feel both cozy and a little sinister. As the silence stretched on, Selene’s smile seemed more like a smirk.

"Why don't you head to bed, dear?" Selene finally said, her voice dripping with feigned concern. "You've had a long day, and it's clear the wine's gotten to you."

Krissy tried to muster a smile, her vision blurring slightly. "Yes, I think I should," she murmured, rising unsteadily to her feet. She held onto the armrest for a moment, trying to find her balance.

Selene watched, sipping her wine, seemingly amused. "You can leave your glass. I'll take care of it."

"Thank you," Krissy mumbled, making her way to her room.

Once inside, she closed the door softly behind her, leaning against it and exhaling deeply. The room felt safe in comparison to the tension in Selene's presence. Her bed was inviting, the sheets turned down in a way that reminded her of pictures she'd seen of fancy hotels.

Her thoughts swirled. Despite the opulence of her surroundings and the promises of a new life, there was a gnawing feeling in her gut. Selene's intentions were clearly not purely altruistic. The more Krissy thought about it, the more she felt like a bird entrapped in a gilded cage.

She slowly changed into the nightgown Selene had provided, its silky texture making her feel both comfortable and exposed. It was paper thin and much smaller than she would have liked, as it did little to cover her ample breasts, or ass. Climbing into bed, she drew the sheets up to her chin, the cool fabric soothing against her warm skin.

As the wine-induced haze began to pull her into a deep sleep, Krissy tried to remind herself of why she had come here in the first place. She was seeking a better life, a way out of her small-town life.