Where It All Went Down

With everyone else out of the room, Abigail, Mona, and Pearl all start looking around the bedroom, attempting to figure out where to begin.

"Hey, Abi? Can I call you Abi?" Mona asks.

"I'd prefer you didn't," Abigail replies as she looks over her shoulder at the redhead.

"You don't think I'm the one behind this, do you? I know I was away from everyone else for the longest, but I swear I was in the bathroom the whole time. You believe me, right?" Mona asks hopefully.

"And you know I would never do something like this, right? All I want is for everyone to exist in peace and mutual respect," Pearl adds.

"I'm sorry, you two. I want to believe both of you, but until I have some solid evidence, I can't rule out any possibilities. Everyone here is a suspect," Abigail explains.

"Fine," Mona responds, slightly annoyed. "But that means you're not out of the running either. Just because everyone else is following your lead doesn't mean you get a free pass."

"I wouldn't expect one. I plan to prove my innocence fair and square, just like everyone else."

Mona glances back at Noelle as she continues to rub her pussy without any outside awareness. The alpha woman can't deny her arousal as she stares at the small brunette. Part of her wants to just put on a thick strap-on and go to town, but the rational part of her mind knows that's probably not a good idea. Work first, fun later, though that thought does give her an idea.

"Why do we even need to bother figuring this out? I can just pop down, crank out some push-ups, and hit her with the ol' Mona Aroma. She'll be out like a light in no time. Then, we just put her back to normal from there," Mona says.

"It's generally not a good idea to mix induction methods. We could end up tying her brain into a giant knot. Let's just try our best to leave her alone until we know for sure what's going on," Abigail responds.

"Alright. But we should probably be pretty quick about it in that case. I know from personal experience that making a girl cum too many times while she's in a trance can make it much more difficult to get her head back in working order after the fact..." Mona admits as she looks over Noelle again.

"How do you...? You know what, I don't want to know," Abigail replies before looking over at Pearl. "Pearl? Do you think you can take a peek in Noelle's mind to see what's going on in there? And if you could be delicate about it, that'd be even better."

"Have no fear, my sister-in-spirit. I shall peruse her mindscape with the utmost care. It will be as if a light spring breeze is tickling her thoughts," Pearl expresses with a gentle smile.

"Uh... okay? I guess that sounds good..."

Abigail and Mona watch with intrigue as Pearl closes her eyes and begins moving her hands over Noelle's face in a circular pattern. The gestures aren't strictly necessary for this process to work, but for some reason, Pearl always feels the need to up the theatrics when others are watching her use her powers. The psychic feels her own mind reach into Noelle's, but as they connect, Pearl senses nothing but emptiness. Attempting to dive deeper, Pearl finally reaches something. A vague warmth, some kind of moving shape, and a soft voice echoing in the back of Noelle's mind.

"Good slaves don't think, they just obey... Good slaves don't think, they just obey..." The voice calls out repeatedly, the same way Noelle repeats the mantra in real life, though clearly less manic.

"Hey! Snap out of it!"

Pearl suddenly feels herself being jostled. Her eyes quickly open and she sees Mona grabbing her shoulders and shaking her around.

"You okay? You started mumbling something," Mona tells her.

"Thank you, Mona. I believe I may have tried to push a bit too far into the depths of her psyche. It seems as though she is completely devoid of any surface-level thoughts," Pearl relays to the other two women. "I apologize that my abilities could not be of more help."

"It's alright, Pearl. That information should be more than enough of a starting place for our investigation," Abigail assures her.

With that initial assessment out of the way, Abigail decides it's time to start looking around for anything that could explain what happened to Noelle. She, Mona, and Pearl all begin searching the room. Pearl immediately drops down and sticks her head under the bed, Mona starts rummaging through drawers, and Abigail pops her head into a small bathroom connected to the bedroom. It doesn't take long for the therapist to realize that nothing seems out of place in the tiny bathroom, so she starts looking around for where to search next. As she does, she notices Pearl pull herself out from under the bed.

"Find anything?" She asks.

"Just dust bunnies and negative energy. My hair certainly doesn't appreciate the vibes being put out down there," Pearl notes as she tries to get dirt out of her now messy hair. "What about you? Did you have any luck?"

"The bathroom looks about as normal as I would expect, though I would have no way of knowing if anything was different about it," Abigail admits. "Mona?"

"Nope. All these drawers are either empty or full of boring shit. Although, I did find this..." Mona reaches into the drawer she's kneeled in front of and pulls out a rather impressive dildo. "Looks like Lalita likes 'em big. I wonder what other toys she has hidden around this house..."

"Mona! Focus!" Abigail says stern.

"Alright, alright. Calm down. It was just a joke," Mona replies as she tosses the dildo back where it came from before standing back up.

Mona joins Abigail in the center of the room, and the two glance around. Suddenly, something catches Abigail's eye that didn't before. A large television is mounted on the wall opposite the bed. It's not exactly the most unreasonable fixture for a woman as wealthy as Lalita to have in her guest bedroom. In fact, there's really not anything weird about it. And yet, something about it draws Abigail in. As if the television is calling out to her, asking for her to take a closer look.

Abigail decides to follow the strange feeling and approach the TV. As she does, Mona notices her inquisitive look and watches as she walks over. As Abigail reaches the device, she begins to examine it. She's not exactly sure what she's looking for, but she keeps searching anyway. And that's when she finds it: a small circular object attached to the back of the television.

"Huh... that's weird. It doesn't look like this belongs here," Abigail whispers to herself as she traces a finger along the object.

"What is it?" Mona asks, having noticed Abigail's discovery.

With a firm tug, Abigail pulls the object off of the back of the TV. As it comes out, a small USB plug is revealed. A matching port can also be seen on the television. Abigail fidgets with the tiny electronic as both she and Mona look over it. It's function is unclear, but it stands out from the other objects in Lalita's house. A quick tour around the house is all it takes to make Lalita's love of the ornate and intricate very apparent. In contrast, this device is rather plain looking. Just a simple circle with a ring of light around the edge and a plug sticking out of the bottom. It's also a bit on the bulky side, making it seem somewhat inconvenient for someone to carry around.

"The hell is that thing? It kinda looks like a flash drive, but like... a stupid one," Mona remarks.

"Whatever it is, it was plugged into the TV. I wonder if this was here before we all got here or not. And more importantly, I wonder what exactly it does..."

While Abigail and Mona are investigating the device, Pearl looks up from her position by the bed and notices a small window on one side of the room. Curious to see what's out there, she grabs her stuff and walks over. The young woman unlatches the window and pushes it open, revealing a beautiful view of the backyard. With a deep breath, a nice sense of tranquility washes over Pearl, despite the situation she's in. Seeing this as a perfect opportunity, she takes a moment to let go and recenter herself. A minute or so later, she notices Cassidy approaching the gazebo from her elevated vantage point.

Ah, so that's where she ran off too. I'm curious if there's something in particular she's hoping to find out there. Pearl thinks to herself as she watches Cassidy traverse the large garden area.

Meanwhile, Abigail and Mona toss around a few theories about what the object they found could do, though they both make it pretty clear they have no interest in actually testing it, at least not until they have more information.

"There are a few people here I'd be very interested to show this thing to and hear what they have to say about it..." Abigail muses as she pockets the device for now.

"Hey, Abigail... look over there..." Mona suddenly starts whispering. With a tilt of her head, Mona guides Abigail's eye over to Pearl, who is leaned over the windowsill. For her position, Pearl's ass is pushed out in a way that the two ogling women can't help but be aroused by, especially with how her short dress rides up, giving a decent glimpse of the heft orbs hidden underneath. "What do you say we take a break and have a little fun? I think we earned it with our new discovery."

Deep inside Abigail knows she shouldn't. She literally just told everyone to not mess with each other, but the way Pearl is standing there... so innocent... so ripe for the picking... it's a sight that's hard to resist. And it's not like she would do anything too bad. Just a quick pick-me-up. If anything, wouldn't getting it out of her system now just make the investigation go more smoothly later?

Still, there is a part of Abigail that's trying to fight against her urges. She can't just give in to the heat between her legs, especially not this soon. Or that's what she was thinking until Pearl suddenly sticks her head further out the window, causing the bottom of her dress to ride up even further. After a brief second of tension, Pearl's dress can't hold anymore, and her juicy ass cheeks bouncy out of their confinement and jiggle around enticingly for the two onlookers to see.

"Goddammit..." Abigail groans as her willpower breaks, and she instinctively reaches for her pendant.