Samantha had lost track of how many times that she had looked at the clock while she sat waiting. She had been early and was regretting it. Anxiety and anticipation seemed to stretch time out and soon the Scarlet Sentinel was fidgeting in the seat. For all her power she felt helpless in the situation. The voice in her head questioned what the hell she was doing here in the first place. She knew why though. Since being depowered and utterly shamed, the replay of events had been constant.... And incredibly vibrant. It was not that she had to live with the memory of her humiliating defeat, but that she could still<b><i>feel</i></b>the hands groping her, the thigh grinding against her so intimately, and the other woman's lips on hers. Worse she remembered the release, that final submission that haunted her.<br/><br/>Her mind swam with the thoughts of that night so recently passed. The chains tight against her skin. Depowered by that cloying mist, with her impervious skin gone, she still bore bruises that she absently rubbed now. She cringed, swearing she could smell the slightly acrid scent of mist. She could feel the itch in the back of her throat. Everything was so vivid that the Sentinel's chest felt tight and she fidgeted in her seat. She remembered the utter terror of her helplessness and the strange feeling of freedom at the loss of control.<br/><br/>Thoughts swallowed her up whole and she was only startled back to reality by the sound of the lock on the door disengaging as the keycard was swiped. She chewed nervously at her bottom lip and drew in a slow trembling breath. This was really happening. She managed a weak smile at the mention of being impressive. In the moment, she felt anything but impressive. "Thank you for the compliment, and please do not apologize about the anonymity. If anyone is going to understand, it's a super hero right?" It was clear from her rigid posture that she was very nervous and on edge. The spectre saw that the heroine was still not recovered fully from their encounter. The confident young redhead quipping as they fought was still fighting free from under the weight of that defeat, but clearly that defeat had woken something in her. Why else was she here?<br/><br/>"Well, I'm honestly not too sure that I'm going to get more comfortable. Honestly, my mind is still racing over everything and perhaps we should start before I change my mind." She smiled softly before biting at her bottom lip. "Is there anything you need from me before we do start?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>