Emily swam out from her unconsciousness, struggling to reach the surface once again.. With real effort, she manages to cause her eyes to flutter open and her blurry, sleepy vision notices a stone wall before she feels a need to vomit. She goes to sit up quickly but her bound arms take her by surprise and she ends up having to twist around, barely managing to aim her head at the floor before the burning spit-up escapes her, splashing around, its bitter, acidic smell filling the air.<br/><br/>Groaning, becoming more and more conscious, she feels something covering her hands, but with them bound behind her, she couldn't see them and was left helpless. Her nose wrinkled at the smell of the vomit as she looked around at where she was. Damn it.. she was back in the cell! The hostess had lied to them after all!<br/><br/>Ooh, and she felt awful, too. The last thing she remembered was.. the champagne.. had there been something in it? There had to have been! And then, somehow she had ended up down here. And still naked, too! Damn it all, she could have at least gotten her clothes back! At least her stomach was rumbling..<br/><br/>It didn't take her long to look around the small room... finally, all she could do was sit back, her hands bagged and bound behind her, and wait to find out what the hell was going on.. fear was building in her quickly, her mind racing to all the horrible things that could be planned for her, and she ended up crying as she sat in her smelly cell.