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Defender paced back and forth in her secret room. Since she had returned from her photoshot with FIona, she couldn't stop thinking about her. She didn't understand why. Sure Fiona was an attractive woman but why should that matter? She was straight wasn't she? Yet this woman was clouding her thoughts. Even stranger to her was the fact that she had enjoyed the experience of being bound by the photographer. "Why am I thinking like this!!!" Defender said. She stopped pacing and relaxed. She looked at the clock. It was late. The sun had set and day had turned to night. The police scanner was quiet as a mouse. Defender sighed. "I wonder if she is still at her studio." Without thinking, the heroine slide down her pole, into her garage. She mounted her bike and made her way back to Fiona's studio.

Defender hesitated at the door though. What was she doing here exactly? She had no reason to be there. Yet.....she wanted to. She wanted to see Fiona. So she pushed the intercom button. A few moments later, Fiona came over the speaker. "I'm sorry but it's very late. Whoever you are, do you mind coming back tomorrow?" Defender swallowed and spoke. "It's me Fiona......Defender." "Defender? Oh dear, hello darling. Did you leave something at the studio." "No. No that's not it. I.....actually came.....to speak with you." "Speak with me? About what." "I.....I don't know....exactly.....could I come in? Please?" "Of course. I'll meet you in the studio." The intercom buzzed indicating that the door had unlocked. Defender made her way into the building and took the elevator up to the studio.

The studio was lit up, just as it was when Defender was there earlier. She walked over to where Fiona had taken pictures of her. The ropes where still on the floor. Defender felt a tingle as she looked at them. What was happening to her. "Defender?" The heroine turned around and the sight she was meant made her heart stop. Fiona FLash was standing there in a lacy, black night gown that left her shoulders bare and showed off her legs. It was slightly see through too so Defender could see her curves in all their glory. Fiona realized that the heroine was checking her out and covered herself, pretending to be embarrassed. "I'm sorry darling, I was getting ready for bed. I have sleeping quarters here for late nights. So what can I do for you?"

Defender considered her words carefully. She feels deep down that she shouldn't have come her. She was wasting Fiona's time. But....she was here....maybe she should just come clean. Maybe she could help her sort out whatever was troubling her.