Reagan wakes up to a guest

Reagan awakens, stretching on the bed. She's in Carla's ostentatious canopy bed, not her little guest room of the previous night. She stretches out in the impossibly comfortable mattress. She reaches out, disappointed that Carla doesn't seem to be there.

Looking up, Reagan flinches, startled to see Vanessa silently watching her from her seat at the table. The same table where Carla fed from the **** the night before. Reagan is unsettled, having no idea how long Vanessa was watching her for.

"Good evening" Vanessa says cooly, "our mistress wanted me to greet you when you woke up, and serve you breakfast." Reagan can tell that Vanessa is less than pleased to be in the room with her, but also thinks that this might be a rare chance to ask someone about Carla in an unguarded setting. Her mind races, not sure where to begin. Reagan gets out of bed, still naked from the previous night, and stretches. She sees Vanessa's lips pressed into a tight line as Reagan walks to the table to eat. Before Reagan can speak, Vanessa does.

"You know, you aren't the first Emma" Vanessa spits, venom dripping from her tone. "I doubt you'll be the last." Reagan is taken aback by Vanessa's bluntness, moving to sip the coffee on the table.

"Who is Emma?" Reagan asks, trying to ignore Vanessa's hostility.

"I think you can figure it out" Vanessa sneers.

"You might wish you hadn't though." Reagan feels anxious, wishing Vanessa would stop speaking cryptically. I don't know why Vanessa hates me, but this place is dangerous enough without human enemies too Reagan thinks. She steels herself, and speaks.

"Do you think our mistress would appreciate you speaking so rudely to her guest, the guest who shared her bed last night" Reagan says neutrally, but her eyes leaving no doubt as to her resolve.
It's now Vanessa's turn to be off-kilter, and Reagan enjoys seeing the look of shock on Vanessa's face. It doesn't last long. Vanessa forces a smile, but it lacks all warmth.

"I think only of better serving our mistress" Vanessa says, "and I look forward to making your stay here as quick and frictionless as possible." Vanessa rises from her seat. "Enjoy your breakfast. When you're finished, Carla has laid out an outfit for you, you can find it on the dresser. When you're ready, press '1' the intercom. Someone will come to escort you to join Carla in her parlor.". Vanessa smiles through gritted teeth.

Vanessa quickly exits, and Reagan feels uneasy about the entire exchange. Who is Emma? she thinks, having her theories but scant evidence. Why does Vanessa appear to resent me? Reagan eats, deep in thought.

Reagan looks at the black cocktail dress and strappy heels on the dresser. She can't deny that the outfit is sexy and alluring. Carla dressing up her newest "Emma" doll Reagan thinks nervously. Reagan tries on the dress, the hemline just above mid-thigh. It hugs her curves in a way that flatters her slender frame and compliments her petite breasts and small hips.

As she looks in the mirror, Reagan notices a mark on her neck from Carla's bite from the night before. The bite is two puncture holes with a faded bruise around them. Reagan feels a shiver run down her spine, but also a rush of arousal. She wants to please Carla tonight. Unconsciously, she brings her fingertips to the bite marks.

Reagan brushes her hair and puts on the strappy heels. Using the makeup on the dresser, Reagan puts on red lipstick, foundation, a bit of rouge, some eyeshadow, and mascara. She smacks her lips in her mirror. As she's doing her makeup, she mulls over the previous night in her mind. Every time she imagines Carla biting into the bound woman, she feels a rush of arousal. She can't deny that watching Carla feed was the most erotic thing that she's ever seen. Feeling the girl's pulse slow as Carla fed was strangely beautiful. She's a bit disturbed at her total lack of guilt or shame, but doesn't dwell on it. She misses being near Carla.

Reagan walks over to the intercom and presses '1'.

A few minutes later, there is a knock on the door and an attendant that Reagan doesn't recognize opens it, gesturing for Reagan to follow. The attendant leads Reagan through a series of corridors in silence before they arrive at a door with two female attendants flanking it. The attendant knocks and then opens the door and steps aside, silently gesturing for Reagan to enter.

Reagan is not prepared for what she sees.