.." Ann announced as a list of adverts appeared.Ann scrolled down the adverts selecting the odd one, which they read with varying degrees of amusement... Most were looking for a woman they could serve as a slave. Some were hoping to find a woman who would cane or humiliate them in some way. Quite a few seemed desperate, others rather pathetic and sad, while the occasional advert appeared more intelligent and articulate. Not that they were seriously considering any of the ads, they were simply. I looked out the window and saw that it was already quite bright outside. I stood up with a big smile on my face. I brushed my hair a little and put on a robe for breakfast."Good morning," my roommate greeted as she handed me a cup of coffee. "What happened to you last night? We were waiting for you to arrive." Sorry about that," I replied. "I wasn't really feeling well so I just went home after my tutoring." Now that you mentioned it, someone dropped by earlier and handed me your purse," she. "Shawna started to sit up, but Hope put her hand out again, pressing her back into the sheets, rubbing a nipple as she did."Stay there for me," Hope said. "Just stay still. I want to put on a show for Marcus. That's what I want."Across the backstage area, Hope and Shawna watched two men shouting and yelling at each-other, their argument escalating to the point where one swung a slap at the other's cheek."Ooh, you bitch!" Shawna mocked, sotto voce, drawing a giggle from Hope who was working on. I gulped and nodded.Christine giggled softly. “I'm sure you'll find out soon enough. Let’s get another drink.”We made our way back to the bar. Five minutes later Mandy appeared out of the crowd leading the tall stranger by the hand.“Hey!” she whinnied to both Christine and I. “How you pair doing?” She turned to the guy at her elbow. “This is Matt.”Mandy made the introductions, and I was introduced as Christine’s boyfriend. I shook Matt’s hand with a growing sense of surrealism. It was quite.