<div class="floatleft">(http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae115/meganyoungtx/image_zpsf3506049.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sophie<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Sophie's room- which was once a guest room. On to the kitchen.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>OPEN<br/><hr/>Wearing (https://www.victoriassecret.com/sleepwear/satin-indulgences/slip-robe-set-dream-angels?ProductID=215765&CatalogueType=OLS) her dark satin night gown, Sophie tossed her flame haired tresses to one side as she rolled out of bed sleepily. Wincing, she felt the pressure of the plug her uncle had insisted she wear to sleep as she slid off the bed. She wore no underwear, the extra fabric was annoying to the stubborn red head as it hugged around the plug... Insisted is what her mother would say... There was no option when it came to the plug. She would wear it or face consequences. Arriving only three days ago, Sophie was already made aware of how things were in this place. Perhaps it was her lack of a fatherly figure that made the transition more difficult for the young beauty or maybe it was because she was stubborn. Whatever the excuse was, Sophie decided quickly that she was not a fan of this household. Slipping on her satin robe, the girl walked over to her vanity table to rip the sleepy knots out of her hair. She did not bother sitting, it was too uncomfortable with the plug in... After three days, the plug became bearable but still, the discomfort was a reminder of her uncle. He would check on her eventually to ensure she was wearing the plug and after the first morning- the morning he discovered she did not wear the plug, she realized it was best to obey for now.<br/><br/>With a sigh, the red head tightened the robe around her slender waist, slipped on her house slippers, and tiptoed her way to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. Today was everyone's day off... She knew she'd have to meet with the family at some point. Though she already met everyone, it was no secret she grabbed every opportunity to avoid the crowd. Keeping to herself, staying in her room, or hiding outside in the gardens, she rarely saw the Stryker's through out the day. It would be different this Saturday, Sophie accepted that. But for now, it was time for coffee and soft steps as she carefully avoided the pressure of the plug.