III: [ location: Whorehouse ] The meaning of expensive taste
Piper awoke with a start. She didn't know exactly what alerted her, but when she opened her eyes she found herself in an unfamiliar room. For a few seconds Piper stayed absolutely still, even shut her eyes - after all, she just might be dreaming, or hallucinating, or both.
Soon she found out she wasn't.
She crawled out of the sleeping bag and slowly made her way out of the room. Piper was sure as hell she didn't sleepwalk - her sisters would have informed her long ago if she did. So how come she woke up in a very strange house? And without her tablet? How ironic was it that when she needed the blasted thing, it was nowhere to be found?
The place itself was making her feel very nervous and uncomfortable. It seemed like she woke up in a... a brothel of some sort. Oh, lord. Did that mean...?
“If this is someone's idea of a sick joke - it's not funny.”
Soon she found out she wasn't.
She crawled out of the sleeping bag and slowly made her way out of the room. Piper was sure as hell she didn't sleepwalk - her sisters would have informed her long ago if she did. So how come she woke up in a very strange house? And without her tablet? How ironic was it that when she needed the blasted thing, it was nowhere to be found?
The place itself was making her feel very nervous and uncomfortable. It seemed like she woke up in a... a brothel of some sort. Oh, lord. Did that mean...?
“If this is someone's idea of a sick joke - it's not funny.”