No, she waits until the party begins

The day dragged, but Nicole was allowed to stay in the room until Charles returned with two women to help her get ready. They **** Nicole into the shower and scrubbed her down, washed her and dried her when she was finished as well as made sure her underarms, legs and pubic area were smooth as silk. One then began to work on Nicole's hair while the other worked on her toes. She was beyond uncomfortable with all of this but it didn't matter, did it? She was quickly getting used to the idea of not being clothed in the presence of multiple complete and total strangers...

Charles laid a mask on the bed while Nicole's hair began to take shape. It was being pulled into a bun which rested on the right side of her head with a part on the left side of her scalp. Her hair on the left side of the part was then braided and wrapped around the back of her head to help secure the bun as it hung off to the right, just behind her shoulder. Nicole had to admit, she liked how her hair looked but they were far from finished with her. She received a professional pedicure and manicure with the nails to boot.

A light pink blush was applied along with crimson colored lipstick. She had a light layer of dark eye shadow applied to her upper eye along with a winged eyeliner style. A very light sheen of body glitter was applied to her chest, covering just the top of her breasts, shoulders and neck. Once it was finished, Charles moved in and gently took Nicole's hands and slipped a lace wrist cuff on each. It was black and had an intricate design. Honestly, how she looked right now she was in love with. She felt beautiful, sexy and... despite being naked still, she felt so good about herself.

Moving back to the bed, Charles returned with the mask. It was Venetian Mask, laser cut that was adorned with jewels on the forehead. It had a gloss black finish with a lace ribbon tie to hold it in place. It looked beautiful. Charles gently placed it on her face and began to tie it in place for her, delicately. "Her ring and shoes, go," Charles said with a snap. The two woman immediately then left the room leaving the two alone. Charles looked at her and cocked his brow up. "You are surprisingly still here," he said and huffed as he finished tying the knot.

Nicole furrowed her brow. "What else am I supposed to do? He threatened to **** me. I can't take the risk. It would seriously ruin my life. All for a bit of stupid fun," she said softly and huffed.

"Mm. I doubt he'd opt to ruin your life. He isn't vindictive against people who don't matter. Don't take that badly, but you, in the grand scheme of things, hardly matter. You aren't a rival, a business associate or a client. You're 'a bit of stupid fun.' No offense," he said rather bluntly and to be honest, that stung. It stung a lot.

She tried not to show how badly that hurt her, but she doubted she seemed convincing. "I matter," she said defensively. "You don't get to assign worth. Not to me, not to anyone."

Charles nodded, if only slightly. "Mhm. Of course. How callous of me, my apologies." He didn't sound as if he were truly sorry when he said it. He didn't seem as if he had cared. The only thing he seemed interested in was making sure she looked the part. "You do matter. Tonight's festivities are somewhat important and you being part of it now, such as you are, will make an impact. It'd be wise to remember that. For your school, your team and for your sake. Even if 'Sam' isn't the type to truly go through with such unscrupulous manner and tact." He smiled down at her and honestly, Nicole felt worse. He was talking down to her yet his words, like a knife, found their way inside of her, cutting deeply.

The women returned, one with a pair of black thigh strap design heeled sandals and moved Nicole to the bed so they could begin placing them on her feet. The other came in with a lace choker, similar in style to what she had on her wrists along with what she thought were diamond earrings. Huge princess cut. The woman pushed the earrings through and put the stoppers on the back. Why the hell was he going through all this trouble for her? If she wasn't 'special' as Charles here seemed to think, why was he doing all of this? Was he going to use her as a statement or...

What if he was going to have the people at the party 'use' her. "Why is he making me look this way? I... I'm gonna be like this when I go down, right?"

Charles sighed. "Slide the ring on her and get her out. Bring her to the main foyer after. The first guests will be arriving in..." he looked at his watch. "Three minutes. If she isn't ready, you're both fired."

One woman slide a matching ring on her left ring finger quickly. It fit perfectly, as if it was meant for her. Like her earrings, it was a huge princess cut, the band adorned with stones. Both woman, having their tasks complete, dragged Nicole out of the room. She went with them, as willingly as she could. A few instances, she almost rolled her ankle as she wasn't used to walking in heels like these at the pace they wanted her to move at.