When the evening was done, and her guests left, Madelyn could be found sprawled on the couch, exhausted, dazed and coated with a number of different women's fluids, a soft, languid smile on her face as she dragged herself up to her knees.<br/><br/>"Was...was I alright Mistress?" She sounded uncertain, seeking - like the end of most of the nights like this in her life ended up with the answer being "No".