The check in lady

A familiar girl looks through the crowd, before spotting you and quickly approaching.

“Anna? Would you mind coming with me?”

You follow the Hispanic girl, wondering if you missed a form to fill out, if they decided you couldn’t participate, or if someone had outbid you? Your mind runs through all the worst case scenarios as she leads you into a side room. The room looks like a small but fancy locker room, with a row of cubbies and a communal shower in the back. Standing in the middle of the room is a dashing woman in an English riding attire. The Hispanic girl introduces her “Anna, this is Lady Lockmire, the organizer of this hunt and owner of the property. My Lady, may I present this months white rabbit.”

A wave of relief floods you, followed by the nervousness of what you had signed up for rushing back. You don’t know how to greet such an elegant woman, so you half bow and half curtsy. She gives a chuckle behind her hand, and begins to circle you. “My my, you look to be a fine prize. Yes... fine indeed. Now, little bunny, we have an outfit that is perfect for such a cute little slut.”