At Warden HQ

Ashley had never liked working with the heroes. They reminded her of her dreadful, white-washed sister, or worse, the ever-annoying Antares. There were times were she seriously considered going on a one-woman rampage through Gimel, ridding herself of the hero annoyances once and for all.

She could not deny, however, that the Wardens paid very well for her continued visits. With her sister remaining dead for the time being and Antares off helping drooling schoolchildren, the Wardens came groveling back to Damsel for scans of her dreams.

She had felt pity for the sniveling heroes and allowed them to work with her, for a hefty price tag of course.

Crude as the heroes were though, they had not played entirely fair.

"Well shucks! If that aint the darndenst thing! I had the wrong report! I'm such a silly goose!" The nurse shouted, tossing the paper aside with a laugh and getting a new one. Her name was Trixie and Ashley loathed every single thing about her. For one thing, Trixie was too dumb to understand when Ashley threatened her, mistaking it for 'city slang'.

Secondly, Trixie tried to act motherly and affectionately with Ashley, often giving her one-sided hugs and massages. Ashley hated her personal space being violated like that so causally.

Finally, she couldn't stand how Trixie looked. Her appearance was anathema to Ashley: her hair dyed an exotic purple that stood out on her dark skin, her body a bit plumper that Ashley's in chest/gut/and rear, and most galling of all... Trixie was at least two inches taller than Ashley.

She could excuse the galling hair color. She was fine with having a flat chest and ass. But she could _not _stand the fact that _Trixie _could look down at her. It was the highest of insults ever given to her by the Wardens and it nearly drove her mad.

"You follow all that sweety pie?"

Ashley blinked away the rage, "What." More of a statement than a question.

Trixie giggled, "I said the Doctors gave us three options for what you want your procedure to be for today! Your pick! Aint that something!"

"Whatever," Ashley said dismissively. "As long as I leave this wastebin of humanity."

"Gosh, what a poet! Well, here's the options sweet thing!"

Ashley glanced at the paper before frowning, "Did you title these yourself?"

"Yeppers! I thought it might add some pizzaz! You like it?"

I don't know what any of these options mean, Ashley thought, headache brewing.

• Snuggle Bundle! (Ashley is stripped and placed on a massage table to 'relax' under Trixie's care)

• Sugar and Spice! (Ashley given some experimental pills that have some adverse effects on her tummy)

• Swing It Out! (Ashley is **** to do humiliating stretches and poses in a hospital gown while Trixie takes notes)