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Thena smirks, "I didn't know she was with someone." She puts her hands up, smiling. "A pretty little thing like her might get taken if you're not careful."

Samantha's lips press into a hard line. "She knows better." She forcefully tugs Ophelia away. She then takes Ophelia by the hand and leads her to the back where the red sign glows. They enter a darkly lit hallway with a row of red doors on each side. The lights are dimmed to give a personal effect. "What was that?"

"I have no idea, but I left my drinks." Ophelia tries to peer around the older woman but a hand on her chest shoves her back into the wall. "Hey!"

"Ophelia, she was practically all over you."

"She said she wanted to be friends. What's so wrong with that?" Ophelia throws her hands up in confusion at the redhead's outburst.

Samantha peers around and then drags Ophelia to one of the red doors. She twists the handle and finds it unlocked. She quickly pushes Ophelia inside first and follows after.

"Samantha?" Ophelia stops in the center of the room, staring at the couch. On it is a leather whip. There are also chains and other various items that a woman can use on another. She stares at the hot pink strap-on intrigued. She wonders what Samantha would look like with it on.

Behind her, Samantha shoves her toward the couch, "Kneel." She does so without question, dropping to the grimy floor in the center of the room. Head bowed, she shivers at the fingers that trail across the back of Opelia's neck as Samantha's hand gradually encloses her neck like a noose. "Ophelia, my sweet baby girl," Samantha's fingers dig into the soft skin of her neck. "Explain to me why you thought it was a good idea to go anywhere with that woman."

Ophelia tries to speak, anxiously struggling to form words. She can't think with the redhead's pale hand snuggly around her neck. She swallows and feels the muscles of her throat constrict due to the tight grip Samantha has on Ophelia. Samantha pulls her closer, "Answer me."

"I don't know?" She gasps out, licking at her dry lips nervously. "I thought she was being nice."

A sarcastic chuckle is heard behind her, "You thought a topless dancer wanted to be friends?" Samantha asks as she leans down to whisper in Ophelia's ear. She runs her nose along the younger's hair, breathing in. "I forgot how naive you are."