Conscious (On Hold)

Night 2

     Are you ready for me, kitten? It was him. Master.

     My eyes flew open. I was still in the tub, the bubbles gone now. I glanced up at the caged clock high on the wall. 7:28 blinked back at me.

     I still didn't feel like moving, but then I remembered what had woken me and I knew he was here. I only had enough time to snatch the towel off the rack and wrap it around my still dripping body before the door opened and he strolled in.

     His eyes wandered over my body, lingering on the towel and my legs before meeting my eyes. He smirked. "You didn't really have to get dressed for me. I would've loved it more, in fact, if you had just left the towel."

     My eyes narrowed on him. Before I could speak though, two similar women's voices said through the door, "Kenji if you don't stop harrassing her and let us meet her so we can get her ready, we're gonna throw you out until we are finished!"

     Kenji glared at the door and muttered, "What the hell was I thinking bringing them over? Always ruining my fun."

     I laughed and opened the door, stepping past a pouting Master.

     I jumped back as the energetic twins bounced up to me with twinkling green eyes and a bright smile. They even wore the same thing, despite the different colors.

     Hi! We're the a**hole's sisters. They grinned and yanked me over to a seat near the wall. They immediately began on my hair, styling it in big bouncy curls down my back and in either side of my shoulders.

    Nice to meet you too, no-name twins, I thought to myself sarcastically. I sat still, avoiding Master's eyes.

     When Master just stood there, they stopped to glare something fierce at him. He backed away with his hands in the air. Okay, I'm going. On the way down, he yelled back, 30 minutes and we're leaving!

     The twins growled and glared at the spot their brother had been. F*cking parasite! They rushed to get me ready, now knowing they had so little time.

     As soon as they had my hair done, one set to work on my nails, gluing on French tips, while the other fetched my outfit.

     When my nails were done, they pulled me up and over to the bed. The twins helped me into the dress (I guess they didn't want my hair ruined?). I liked it. The dress stopped mid-thigh although it looked higher on my long legs. It was a vibrant red color that contrasted well with my skin look golden. The dress was backless and tied around my neck. It molded itself to the curves of my body. After they'd gotten the dress on me, they sat me down and one slipped a pair of red-bottomed black pumps on my feet while the other set to work on my make-up.

     By the look on their faces, I could tell that I looked good. But it wasn't until I looked in the mirror myself after they were done that I saw that good was more than an understatement.

     The pumps made my legs look like they ran on for miles and the dress really revealed my curves. The make-up though is what made me smile. They outlined in eyes with liquid eyeliner, the water proof kind, and winged it. The mascara extended my lashes and curled them perfectly. And the golden and black eye shadow was smokey, giving my eyes the appearance of mysteriousness and even I found it hard to look away.

     They squealed and pulled me I'm for a tight hug. Their smiles were infectious and I found myself returning it. They shoved a black leather clutch into my hands and walked me to the door.