Confront the old lady

Leanne figured the best way to know would be to just ask the old lady directly. If she hadn't done anything then she'd probably tell her, whereas if it was true then Leanne doubted the old lady would try to hide it. She made her way back to the old woman's room and knocked firmly on the door. There was a long wait before the door creaked open.

"Oh hello again, dear." smiled the old woman. "What can I do for you? Have you come back to see my husband again?"

"No, no," replied Leanne. "I came back because I..." In her haste to get some answers Leanne realised she hadn't really thought about how she was going to go about it. "I... I want to know what was in that tea."

"Ah... So you've noticed it already have you?" queried the pensioner. "What have you been up to I wonder."

"What?!" yelled the shocked young woman. "So it's true?"

"Of course," replied the resident nonchalantly. "Haven't you always felt like your actions were being controlled by an unseen **** anyway?" Leanne couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Now what are you wearing?" Leanne looked down at her borrowed outfit.

"I had to," she answered. "Someone stole my clothes."

"Oh this will never do," the old woman shook her head and took Leanne by the hand. "Come with me."

Leanne was led inside the pensioner's room for the second time. The old man sat in the same chair where she'd last seen him, still barely moving. His wife stepped towards a large wardrobe and began rummaging through before finding what she was looking for and returning to Leanne with a small bundle of clothes.

"Put these on," she instructed. With little choice but to obey Leanne tossed the clothes on the bed and began stripping herself of the borrowed outfit. She noticed the old man glancing in her direction once she was stood naked. Her attention then turned to her new clothing. A figure hugging black dress that teased a little too much cleavage and zipped all the way up the middle. At least it covered most of her thighs so that was something. The old woman then passed her a pair of heeled ankle boots. "Much better," grinned the pensioner as she stood back and admired Leanne. "Don't you agree, dear?"

The woman's husband didn't respond. Leanne had to admit it was a good outfit. Just maybe not what she'd choose to wear in a place like this. Especially given what the old woman had done to her.

"Okay, now you get out there and have fun," announced the resident as she ushered Leanne towards the door.

"But, but... Where am I supposed to go?" questioned the young woman.

"Oh, you'll figure it out," came the reply. Before she had time to protest any further Leanne found herself back in the corridor and the door closed firmly behind her.