<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30059">(Atomic Blondes post) </span><br/><br/>Quinn's eyes trailed around the room as it built into its full scene, it was elaborate and the colors so rich. She was more impressed with the technology she was seeing than the actual vision, still fully aware at that moment that it was a simulation. What was his plan here...she was skeptical that anything would remain good for long around Prentis and if this was a "reward" she wasn't sure how much she believed that either. As she fought the idea of anything good happening in this situation, her eyes lingered around the room, taking in the dark colors, and luscious furnishings and linens. It all looked extremely inviting...<br/><br/>As the electrodes on her head did their job, she found herself slipping away from reality more and more, her eyes dropping down when she felt the rug beneath her feet suddenly. Her eyes looked over the new outfit, letting the soft sheer black fabric run between her fingers as she eyes lifted again to stare at herself in the mirror. How odd...this new world was surreal and it felt like a dream, she felt strange...slowed down. Her eyes moved to the nightstand table then and she took a few steps closer to better see the assortment laid out, her stomach dropping slightly at the sight, her brain telling her that there was nothing on that table that interested her...that was one thing she truly was grateful for riding herself of, if anything.<br/><br/>Or was she...she felt the need for them at that moment, an urging in the back of her head reminding her that they really were more fun than she remembered. She blinked her green eyes a few times, trying to clear her head but she felt that voice becoming stronger, it sounded so familiar, and so comforting. As her consciousness continued to fade, and her old friend returned she found herself reaching out towards the nightstand only to be interrupted by a knock, her grasp faltering before she was able to snap her thoughts back, No! Her hand snapped back down at her side and her eyes shifted to the door quickly.<br/><br/>Quinn's eyes roamed over the man that entered the room, over his arms, his chest and following the skillful artwork that engulfed the entirety of his left limb. He was a sight for sore eyes, and she felt herself staring as he wandered over towards her. The old voice crept its way back into her head as he touched her, and she leaned into his palm her eyes almost closing for a moment as she enjoyed the sensation of his touch on her skin. A small gasp left her lips as he then shoved her back against the bedpost, it almost hurt but it wasn't something that appeared to bother her, if anything she felt reality slip away from her further...she wanted this as he towered over her with his massive built frame. Her thoughts were reaffirmed as his other hand roamed up her thigh before surprising her with a quick swat.<br/><br/>She didn't care anymore.<br/><br/>Quinn nodded her head to his question about her name but didn't dare speak a word at that moment, although she was ever so slightly delayed in answering to the name Nora. Listening to his words, his requests she felt her body wanting to give in to him, she would do whatever he wanted. But no....she wouldn't, she never did that wasn't her style. It didn't matter if they were paying customers, she would have her way in the end and most of them came to her for that specific reason.<br/><br/><br/>"Well Blaine..." she muttered, her voice husky as she resisted her baser instincts, "Where's the fun in just allowing you to take what you want...it's so much more rewarding when you earn it".