I woke up to find that my nails were being manicured. "Did you have anice sleep, dear?" the lady asked in a friendly voice. "I guess youmust have been...rather tired. I'm glad you've woken now though, becauseI need you awake to put your lipstick on. You're more or less finishedotherwise." I looked at my refection in the mirror. Was that really me?Blonde highlights in my hair. Quite a feminine style. Elegant eyebrows.A hint of colour on my eyelids and of rouge on my cheeks. Pink studearrings - I. . as i was hanging her door back. she asked me to zip up the bottom for her. first I need to wash my hands i would'nt dare try with this dirty grime and a whit dress. follow me she took me to her room and told me to use her bath room as I ziped her up I had to tell her she was so sexy that any thing she put on would look just as sexy.. she started showingme things from her closet while I sat there then she pulled out this peach looking sun dress and I said try that one on.. she came over turned. . are...”I had no further words, though.“So there you go,” she breathed, as she set a stack of prints on the table. “The MD filter.” She glanced at the pile with a hint of regret, and then dumped the lot in the trash bin instead. “Those didn’t quite turn out.”I huffed, feeling overwhelmed. “So does Lara know all about this?”“No, not at all.”“But you obviously told her you needed the darkroom!”“I have no idea what you mean!” she repeated.I grunted in resignation. “All right, fine ... See, you. He looked about him with piercing brown eyes. This must be ‘His Highness’ thought Emma, straining for a better view to see if she could recognise the man who had ordered her abduction. She studied his face, with a prominent hooked nose and a neat black beard, but she couldn’t recall seeing him before. Immediately behind His Highness walked two women, completely enveloped in purple costumes. Both held leashes, one leading a fresh-faced young man (about eighteen, thought Emma) and the other.