She wakes up...to a harsh reality.

Dana stirred, the wobbling of the chair waking her up.

'Oh thank God- that was all a dream.
Wait...oh shit!'

It wasn't *all* a dream.

She was still tied up super tight in the chair, super-gagged and blindfolded and *quick shake* those clamps were still on her nipples.

'Shit.'

In the other Room, Rosa actually was there.

She was tearing up a bunch of Dana's clothes and taking what jewelry the men left behind (since they rushed out).

She heard the chair move and a very muffled cry from Dana.

'Oh, the bitch is finally awake. She panicked and passed out earlier, I bet.
Time to have my real fun.'

"Who's this in here now," she says, deepening her voice and pretending to be a man, "Nice tits. May I?"

She flicks the clips on her nipples, making Dana cry out.

She starts to fondle her tits now, the gloves she's wearing- not to leave new prints- make it impossible for Dana to tell that it is Rosa and not some man messing with her.

"It's a shame that mouth is all covered up," she says with a deep, fake laugh, "I need to see that face...but I do like the good work that someone did on you.
Decisions, decisions."