Leigh makes her way into the restaurant

Leigh walks in and looks for Alex, scanning the dining room for a light brown pixie cut. She finally finds the small woman sitting at a table for two, perusing the menu. She all but runs over to the table, gushing out an apology as she arrives.

"I am so sor--"

"Don't sit," Alex says calmly as Leigh reaches for the other chair. She freezes, then stands looking at Alex. The other woman scans her body with an eyebrow raised. "Did you mean to come here in such a wrinkled dress?"

Leigh looks down. Alex is right--the dress is wrinkled. She hadn't noticed in her hurry to get dressed. "I'm sorry," she whispers.

"Late, and shabby." Alex shakes her head. "And I thought you were a good girl."

Leigh's face burns. "I am, sir. I swear. I'll do better."

"Yes you will. You know you must be punished, right?"

Leigh gulps. "Yes, sir."

"Since you're so new, and eager to improve, I'll give you a choice: do you want your punishment now or later?"