Different atmospheres

(Daphne POV)

Daphne didn't really know what to make of her new room, which she shared with one of the new arrivals, Olivia. She couldn't make up her mind.

_"Since we're going to be roommates for the time being, I suggest we try to get to know each other a little," _Olivia said.

Daphne was **** to admit that they didn't have much better to do. They were stuck in this room and sorely lacking in entertainment. This was undoubtedly Nola's plan. If Daphne could have spoken at that moment, she would have insulted the Leprechaun in every way she knew how.

_"Are you refusing to talk? You could at least answer me," _Olivia commented.

Ah yes, Olivia. We had to find a way to make her understand that she couldn't talk. So she started making big gestures and plugging her mouth as if she were speaking. Hopefully the spy would be smart enough to understand.

"Okay why are you fidgeting like that without speaking? Wait. Can't you talk?" asked Olivia.

Victory. She understood. Daphne nodded and gave her thumbs up.

"It's going to be difficult to talk," said Olivia.

Daphne was **** to agree with Olivia. They were going to have trouble communicating. Unless...

Daphne grabbed her tablet and started looking at what she could buy. Eventually, she found what she was looking for.

-100 BP: Pad of paper and pen.

_"Oh, I see you're going to write what you want to say. That's pretty clever," _Olivia commented.

_# Thank you. You don't look stupid either # _wrote Daphne.

_"I like to think of myself as smarter than the average person, but I'm aware that there are people much smarter than me," _says Olivia.

# Don't be too modest. Given your professional career, you're undoubtedly very intelligent.#

Olivia didn't seem to react to the compliment. Was it because she'd heard it too many times that it had no effect on her? Or was she in complete control of her facial expressions?

"I suggest we stop throwing flowers at each other and ask each other some questions to get to know each other better. Is that okay with you?" asked Olivia.

_# Yes # _wrote Daphne.

Daphne mused that Olivia must not have had many other options if she wished to write her report.

"How do you know Leo? What's your relationship with him?" asked Olivia.

_# Leo has been my best friend for over 10 years. # _Daphne wrote.

"I see," said Olivia.

# And what about you? # wrote Daphne

_"I don't really know him. I'm just his godmother's daughter. I only saw him when our parents were seeing each other. And even then, I spent more time chatting with his sister. In all honesty, it must have been over 7 years since we saw each other again," _says Olivia.

# So Leo's a stranger to you # writes Daphne.

"I wouldn't put it that way. My mom's already talked about him on a few occasions and I've already talked to him on a few occasions. I'd classify him more as a vague acquaintance," says Olivia.

# Well, you'll have a chance to talk to him a bit more. # writes Daphne.

"I suppose so. I suppose so. You know him well, don't you?" asked Olivia.

# I know him # wrote Daphne.

"Do you think he might **** my sister?" asked Olivia.

Daphne couldn't help noticing that Olivia was only worried about her sister and hadn't mentioned her mother.

# Leo is a good and kind man. I refuse to believe that he would hurt us on purpose," wrote Daphne.

" On purpose. But what about involuntary?" asked Olivia.

Daphne hesitated. She knew the answer to that question perfectly well.

# Leo will do what he can to help us. However, he's a human being and he can hurt us unintentionally, just as we can hurt him unintentionally. # Daphne writes.

"I'll ask the question another way. Do you think he's going to have sex with my sister?" asked Olivia.

# I don't know. He certainly won't **** her. Leo's a good man. # wrote Daphne.

"I hope you're right. I saw you won some VPs. Are you sleeping with him?" asked Olivia.

# NO! # Daphne writes quickly.

"You must have done something to earn those VPs," says Olivia.

# I'm not sleeping with Leo. I'm trying to get away from this show. Besides, my previous attempts have earned me a few punishments. # writes Daphne

"What punishments?" asked Olivia.

And as if, it was written in advance. Daphne orgasmed violently and fell to her knees. She caught a quick glimpse of Olivia's flushed face, but it was too short to be sure. Really, Daphne hated this show.

(Abigail POV)

Abigail was happy. She had her daughters back. Nothing else really mattered.

_"This room is beautiful," _said Maria.

"That's one of the advantages of being here. We get free room, board and laundry. It's worthy of the best hotels. You should see their spa," said Abigail.

"They have a spa?" shouted Maria.

_"Yes, and I'm sure they have all the facilities you could wish for," _said a smiling Abigail, delighted to see her daughter so happy.

_"Is there a racecourse ?????" _asked Maria.

She sounded like she was begging her mother to buy her the latest toy.

"I don't know. Maybe. You can ask Nola," replied her mother.

"Great, I think I'm going to like it here!" said Maria.

Abigail couldn't help thinking about that sentence. Was it really true? Would Maria really be able to adapt? And would Olivia? Abigail had seen how Daphne had reacted. It hadn't turned out well. Maria must have noticed her mother's prolonged silence, for she asked:

"Are you okay, Mom?"

_"I'm fine, darling," _Abigail said, shaking her head. She didn't need to worry her daughter. Maria had nothing to do with Daphne anyway.

_"Great! So, Mom, do you know that you're really hot?" _said Maria.

_"My first transformation just made me younger. Nothing more," _said Abigail.

_"What? But that's great, you really were that beautiful when you were younger? Does that mean I'll be gorgeous when I'm 30?" _wondered Maria.

_"You're already sublime Maria," _said Abigail.

"Really?" asked Maria.

"I really do. I'm sure you've already won many hearts," said Abigail.

"Do you think Leo will think I'm pretty?" asked Maria.

The question surprised Abigail. She'd expected every question imaginable except this one.

"Of course, he'll think you're pretty. He'd be completely stupid not to think you're gorgeous. And Leo's no fool," said Abigail.

"Thank you, Mom," Maria replied.

_"I do have one question, though. Why do you care if Leo thinks you're pretty?" _asked Abigail.

_"Well, I'm going to be part of his harem. He'd better think I'm pretty," _said Maria as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"And you don't mind being part of it. Wouldn't you like to be with someone else, or at least have a choice?" asked Abigail.

"No, it's okay. I learned a long time ago that life is like riding a horse. No matter how much you think you're leading the horse, in the end it's always the horse that decides where it takes you. There's no point in fighting it. It's just the best way to get kicked. As for having a choice, I don't really see what I have to complain about. Unless you're telling me Leo's a horrible man and does awful things like mistreating animals and turning horses into Bolognese sauce," says Maria.

"No, no Leo is a good man" said Abigail, who still thought her daughter might be a little too keen on horse riding.

"Perfect! Now tell me all about your week. I want to know everything" said Maria.

It was going to be a long evening.