Amanda had been in their wedding. And she and Leanna still talked. She knew that, despite appearances at the moment, Rebecca was not a drunk. Nor could she possibly as scattered and disheveled as she seemed--no such woman could have ever woman Leanna much less got the woman on her knees. Besides, she figured it might be almost as difficult for the other woman as it was for herself--though Rebecca had "won," an internal voice bitterly reminded her.<br/><br/>"You know to be honest, the best dungeons I've seen are basically dens. It's the ones that try to be big and scary and uncomfortable, to echo some kind of medieval torture dungeon or with rows of cages for pets that are icky. It's like they're trying to prove something, which I'm pretty sure is not the point of kink." She smiled, trying to keep her tone warm, making an effort to connect with this woman. "Besides, a Mistress should not need scary props to make a slave obey. So, a den really is best."<br/><br/>"Actually, if it's not too straight edge, I'd like some water. Long car drive, kind of dehydrates me a bit. I'll have something harder later, with food."