Ianthe wasn't woken up by a knock on the door.  Or even the noise outside of her room.  It was instead a familiar voice.  "And here I thought you were a pro.  How wrong I was, you're wide open."  Standing a few feet away, dressed in a black skin tight outfit stood Charla.  She wasn't armed, but on her lips sat a smirk.  She looked a bit different than when Ianthe had met her before.  "And here I was going to congradulate you on finding me out so quickly.  But I suppose you're just a human girl in heat?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>