>>21018972>>20958800>>20963128There is no sound save for that of Priscilla’s boots echoing against the stone floor as she descends a flight of stairs leading to the network of tunnels beneath her mansion. Before long the sound of voices can be heard, one louder than the others.
Priscilla opens the door of the cell referred to as the Art Room to find Chief of Staff Isabella in a bikini, her skin clearly visibly damp from having used the pool, a ginger haired green eyed girl who, lack of extreme endowment aside, looks as if she might be one of Nikki’s rapidly increasing number of relatives, and a horned demon girl who is definitely not Onigiri, but rather her younger sister Masala.
Priscilla looks at the strand of ginger hair in Masala’s grasp, then back to her.
>What is your business here tonight?>You must understand, the fact you broke in on the night Steeli did the same is highly suspicious.>So I’ll have to put you through a little test.A small grin appears on Priscilla’s lips as she steps away and approaches the ginger, circling her, then eventually resting both hands on her shoulders from behind. She was confident that Masala and her friend had no connection to Steeli. But she needed to learn just what kind of people they were.
She leans forward and whispers in the ginger’s ear.
>What’s your name, girl?After she responds, Priscilla glances back to Masala, then nods toward a number of toys on a nearby shelf. Her grip on Lottie’s shoulders gradually morphs into a loosely applied sleeper hold.
>You have two options, Masala. Take the taser on that shelf and punish your accomplice Lottie for roping you into doing something as foolish as breaking into my pool - if you say it was her idea, I’ll choose to believe you.>OR.Priscilla looks at Isabella’s moist skin and grins.
>Punish my chief of staff for daring to go where the help never should. 