Shaking your head and blinking your eyes you slowly begin to regain focus, coming out of a drugged like state.Your mind races trying to remember and p...ocess your surroundings. As a captain of a small company of soldiers you were sent to capture a local tribe that has been raiding your newly founded Roman colony. Your task was thought to be easy by the colony's elders, since it was rumored the tribe was made up mostly of women, and thus it was conjectured that their men had been decimated in. So yeah, all in all it's been good.”“Good. I'm pleased. By the way, I've got something to show you.”“Ooh, what could that be?”Rosie just looked at me with a twinkle in her eye and took my hand. “Come,” she said. “I want you to see the latest addition to my collection.”She stood and led my by the hand to the room I thought of as her boudoir. I'd been there before, of course, when, as part of my interview, she'd “sampled the goods,” and I knew the walls were tastefully decorated with erotic. . "Oh my... her mom is going to love this. She thinks me and Katie are bad influences on her." Megan said."You, a bad influence? Now I could understand the Katie part of that, but why you?" I asked."Because I won't take her mom's shit and bow down to her." I see, well I think she was a bit embarrassed. Get the feeling that she's in a repressed house..." I said."Yea... you could say that." Megan replied.I told her what she said when I was closing the bathroom door, and Megan bust out. “Let’s go!”“Wait...” she said, staring at me wide-eyed. “Where are we going?”I sighed and turned towards her again. “Oh yeah,” I replied, “I forgot.” I took a small black scarf from one of her seats and blindfolded her with it, knotting it tight behind her head. Then I took a wide leather collar out of my bag and fastened it around her neck, yanking her after me with a short leash that was linked to it.We went down the corridor outside her hotel room and towards the elevator. She tried hard to.