Anne

Mary gave Anne an enormous hug.

"Did you too not get enough of each other last night?" Shot a voice from Mary's left.

The young girl feeling self-conscious let go of Anne and turned to see where the admonishment had come.

"Oh it's you," Mary said icily her face turning red partly from guilt and partly from fury.

"Good to see you too," Sophia shot back with equal venom.

"Girls this is a con. A safe space. A place for fun and frivolity. I won't have you two going at each other's throats," Anne said shooting a disapproving look at both young women.

"Sorry," Sofia intoned while looking down at her shoes her face burning with guilt.

"Alright then," Anne said her voice softening. "Let's all go to the dealer's room and enjoy ourselves."

Anne made a beeline straight for the entrance of the dealer's room not giving a second thought as to whether Mary and or Sophia would follow her lead.

Sophia shot a Mary a go to hell look and took off after Anne.

What the hell is Sophia's deal? It's not like she and Anne were exclusive even before I showed up; Mary glumly thought as she walked after the two women.

Anne navigated the twists and turns of the dealer's room with pinpoint precision. If the crowds stopped in front of her, the impatient woman would push on through neither giving a care nor apology for her impatient behavior. Finally, she arrived at her destination Madam Vicious's Dungeon.

Whips, corsets, masks, and cuffs lined the stall. The sign above the wares read Naughtily Discreet.

"Now Mary do you have a favorite color?" Anne asked as she fingered the many fine leather goods.

"Red I suppose," Mary replied as she fingered a racy corset lined with lace.

"Lift your arms," Anne commanded.

Mary did as she was told without giving it a second thought. Anne slipped a red leather corset around Mary and began to tighten it as the young girl watched in the mirror.

"This is one is called Le Bon Ton. I've admired it, but it didn't go with my features," Anne explained as she laced up the back ever tighter. "Suck it in. Good. But you with your pale skin make the dark wine red leather with its white and gold accents look magnifique."

Mary stood up straighter sucking in her stomach as much as possible. I feel like a French Courtesan in this.

"Sophia, go find a matching pair of panties and a masque to go with this," Anne instructed never taking her eyes off Mary. She posed the girl in many different directions admiring Mary's striking figure.

Sophia silently handed Anne the panties and mask combo and walked off. "I love the way this red lace doesn't hide but accentuates your features. It gives you an air mystery. The Venetians knew how to bring out the sex appeal in every woman." Anne then kissed Mary's ear while playfully nibbling at it. "There's a party tonight at my penthouse in the Marriot. The dress code is high heels, panties, a corset, and a mask. Nothing else except for the optional thigh highs are acceptable. I want you to come and be my guest of honor."

"Whatever," came a venomous snarl from Sophia. The young latina beauty stormed off in a huff.

"Don't pay attention to her," Said Anne holding Mary's face just inches from her own. "Let me buy these for you and then get some lunch."