On it the experimental subject had been tied, spread-eagle. The lithe creature strained against her bonds, jet-black fur glinting reflected light as i... wet. The lead Bob mentally chastised himself for the microsecond he paused, taking in the sight.To the side of the table, the hulking mass of the werewolf was perched precariously on a small cafeteria chair. Its arms were tied behind its back and its legs crossed awkwardly underneath it. The creature struggled against its bonds, the metal ropes. "Not that you aren't..." Her eyes slam shut and she blushes furiously. Trying again, she offers a smile. "Coffee?" Coffee would be great," he replies, dimples scoring his cheeks deeply.He follows her inside the small home and she leads him into the kitchen. Leaving her purse on the table, she slips out of her heels and drapes her sweater over the back of a chair.Sam watches as she shuffles to the coffee pot. His gaze sweeps over the faux wrap style of her dress, flowing upward to the oval. Can I have lessons?"Victoria stuck her tongue out at him."Did you consider carrying on with it as an adult?" Oh yes but it's much too expensive. If we make a success of our stables and I can afford a really good horse I might take it up again in a few years' time." Couldn't you get sponsorship? Good publicity would be super for your stables." The problem with sponsorship is your amateur status and I wouldn't want to risk that. Anyway, these creatures will have warmed up enough now so let's give. "Here's your breakfast as ordered," she said with as serious a face as she could, "Enjoy it Mistress!"Leanne frowned and opened her eyes with a struggle. One look at the plate, combined with the fried smell was enough. More than enough. "Oh god," was all she said before throwing up onto the tray.Babs chuckled and said, "Aww doesn't Mistress want her brekkie?" Leanne pushed the tray aside, caught by Babs before it crashed onto the floor, and she made a dash for the bathroom, still staggering.