"What colour of panties are you wearing?"
"Excuse me?" She countered
"I won't repeat the question again"
"Red. They're red" she swallowed
"Reach below your gown. Pull it. And hand it over to me"
"Why would you want it? It's just a piece of material...
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When she was through with her bathe, she stepped out of the bathe tub, drained off all the water, and left the bathroom altogether, in a beautiful, freshly smelling bathrobe, and went in search of clean clothes.
Surely, if they'd planned this suite for her, for them, then they would have made provisions for her clothing as well right?
With that thought in mind, she began opening wardrobes and cupboards, until... Aha! She found some clothes. These weren't her own clothes though, she inspected. No, these were new. But they were surprisingly all in her sizes, another thing she realized.
Even the long line of carefully hunged pairs of lace bras and matching throngs, weren't hers. They all had new labels on them. In her sizes as well.
Well she wouldn't think too much about that. It sure wasn't as creepy as her mind was telling her it was. With swift, jerky actions, she picked up one of the pairs; a white lace bra and its matching panties, and donned it on. Before picking up a beautiful white dress she saw in another wardrobe, and putting it on as well.
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The dress easily clung to her features in a beautiful, hot designer-kind of-way, but still had a prominent slit in front, for her easy movement. And it had a collar, but no buttons. Overall, Raven was pretty proud of herself, to have chosen this dress in the mix. It was gorgeous.
With complete satisfaction in her clothing choices, Raven's next course of action was to go into the kitchen, and find herself the means to make a decent cup of coffee. And she did just that.
After a brief search-through of the kitchen, she found the materials she needed to make her coffee, and began to prepare it. She made more than she needed, incase she did need to drink more, later.
She finally sat down at the kitchen table thirty minutes later, an amazing cup of coffee in hand, buffed up with lots of sugar and supple amount of cream, and with her bedraggled thoughts all to herself. Trying to sort them out, one after the other.
Glancing at the kitchen clock, she noted that the time was now 8am. And the day was so much more brighter now.
Less than an hour later, Mikhail strolled into the kitchen, catching her on her fifth cup of coffee.
