Cabiria had been at the hotel for four days now.  When she first revived the letter- she was pensive at best. She'd just taken in a new slave, an uppity one at that, and traveling with such a ...spirited little spitfire wouldn't be an easy task.  As adept with manipulation and mind control as the Vampire was, her powers only went -so- far.  Sure she could manipulate those of little to moderate mental prowess to a sizable amount, but her sway over the strong willed and intelligent..well...that was different.  Everyone - from the brightest being she'd encountered in her 427 years had -some- weakness to her mental control , there were very few she couldn't at-least- charm the pants off of,  and even fewer who had not flat out -given- her control.    But with those of sizable intellect, the best she could do is offer up suggestions...cloud their mind with unpleasantness and sometimes they'd submit..sometimes they wouldn't.<br/><br/>This one did.<br/><br/>Alice was ...interesting.   The girl was a fraud- that much was clear, and Cabiria always had a soft spot for a conman, so when the beautiful, strong willed woman decided to try to pull the wool over her eyes...she couldn't help but string her along and strike when the opportune moment presented itself.  She was slow to accept her fate as Cabirias new 'pet' , but  the willful reluctance was all part of the charm. It had been a while since she had someone to break...<br/><br/>She was just starting to make ground with the uppity woman, when Cabiria got the letter. She fully intended to ignore it - surely there was little she could do to help the situation, and if humanity had -finally- found a way to best them all, then maybe they didn't -deserve- to reign over this world any longer?Maybe it was humanity's turn?<br/><br/>That is , of course, until the situation hit home.  She received word two days later that Yves had been one of the murdered councilmen.   Yves had been the one who embraced her, the only soul she'd ever encountered who she felt understood her on -some- level.  They were no great love story, but surely , they were friends.  In reality, Yves was the only friend Cabiria could say she had over her lengthy life.  She wasn't really a ...fan of most people, and as such, refused to waste her time with them.    But as the details of Yves death come pouring in, the more distraught and flat out -angry- she became.<br/><br/>She packs up the bare minimum twelve wigs, and twelve ball gowns , along with various other miscellaneous necessities and heads out to the meeting location.  She and Alice arrived the sixth night, and the two have been locked in their room ever since.<br/><br/>Now with only hours before the meeting, Cabiria scampers around the room, padding frantically across the room, clad in only a bath towel.  She would almost look -normal- as she hurriedly looks about for the proper attire.  Her short cropped blonde hair is messed and unkempt due to the frantic search, her towel starting to slink down her lithe, damp body, as she makes her way back and forth. Finally she decides the towel is just far too much of a bother, and her ... audience - while not seeing her nude yet, would soon enough anyhow. She turns to Alice, and grumbles - her low, husky voice is raspy and still carries with it the faintest hint of a English accent.<span style="color: olive"> "If you weren't chained up this entire time, I'd have thought you responsible for this misstep."  </span><br/><br/><br/>Cabiria wasn't the most cruel master  one could ever encounter, but she was no fool. She knew well that the .... uppity nature of humanity could rear its ugly head at any time- especially with the strong willed.  So the situation demanded necessary precautions be taken.  Alice had been chained to the large, four post bed on and off for a few days now, oh sure .she'd been aloud to do simple things like eat, and bathe, but other then that- Cabiria was unwilling to let the girl go about free.   This of course did nothing to help her at this moment of course...<br/><br/>It had been -days- since Cabiria had eaten, her mind clearly starting to feel the fatigue of going hungry  as she plops down on the floor and starts to dig through her suitcase for the right wig.  Pompadour....blonde....brunette...no no nono -FINALLY- she gasps triumphantly and holds  a red Elizabethan style wig up in the darkened bedroom.  "Finally.." she sighs exhausted. She looks at the clock, noting she has a few hours before the meeting.  She places the wig on the nightstand, and sways her hips back and forth as she heads to the bed.  She calapses on the bed, just in front of where Alice is chained.<br/><br/>Her lithe , pale body spread out before the other woman  , in a manner of total , and complete comfort. She isn't afraid of nudity, and often found it highly useful in getting what she wanted.  She hoped that would be the case now, as she had little desire to fight the girl for a snack...<br/><br/>She sighs heavily,<span style="color: olive">"Alice..."</span>she starts, sprawled out on her back, she arches upwards, pushing her modest chest into the air as her shoulders roll back to hit the mattress. Her head is looking at Alice upside down, and she's got a dumb grin plastered to her lips, that to Alice , likely looks like a frown due to the angle. The position is ..awkward at best. But the drama involved in the sexy , yet odd, and slightly adorable pose was greatly worth the effort in Cabirias mind.<span style="color: olive"> "Snookums....we have to have a talk."</span>She purrs the words while letting her fingers reach out to dance their way up the chained womans knee., using the term of endearment for her own amusement.<br/><br/>There would be no real  question to it- Cabiria would feed from Alice one way or another - but it was always more fun for the debauched Vampiress if her servants and slaves -gave- themselves to her.  Cabiria had waited this long to feed for a reason- She needed to look her absolute -best- before this meeting- and that shine of -almost undeath- could only be achieved from  a nice meal.  Cabiria had not fed from Alice yet...This could be an interesting conversation...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>