My other wife?

Veil now on, Sammi was surprised with how comfortable it was. Judging by the way that Linda had tied it, she was going to have some trouble getting it off. Not that it felt bad.

"What do you think?" she inquired, a thumbs-up from her wife serving as her answer. Especially as a second woman in a burka and long dress approached the pair.

"There you are!" this woman announced, 'focusing' on Sammi. "You must be my new master. I am Fatima."

Sammi did a double take. Master? The most power she had before this was running a project for her office job. Even then, she wasn't really leading anyone. Everyone knew their role and did their job to the best of their ability. Well, that was what the business woman had thought at least.

"Uh... nice to meet you." she greeted, focus returning to Linda for the moment. She got a chuckle for that. Not the most helpful thing in the world. "Do you want something to eat?"

A pair of nods.

"شيء أمريكي ، من فضلك!" Linda added, getting a groan from her wife. So she let her attention turn to Fatima for the moment. She was bound to understand her, right?

"She wants a hamburger." Fatima remarked, getting a nod from her 'wives'. With that, the trio headed off.