<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/f10190ed2e62e875a4f008a190b6b500/tumblr_mgbcs36gwK1rhenwho1_500.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Adriaana Vos</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's room</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Monica</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Brushing Monica's hair</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Monica</td></tr></tbody></table><br/>Adriaana was a little confused to find Monica in a robe when she came into her room.  She knew of course that she and Cassandra were going out that night and needed to get ready, but she had assumed that Monica would have finished up with her before she went about doing that.  When the call came to go over and help Monica brush her hair while she did her make-up, she just decided to play along and see what was up.<br/><br/>She quickly went over and grabbed the brush, getting to work with Monica's ebony hair.  While she worked, she was told some rather strange things.  How could someone who knew her for such a short amount of time know her like that?  It didn't make sense, especially if she herself was still so very confused with Monica.  Of course the only difference in her life was Adriaana's presence, but still...<br/><br/>Then there was that strange question.  Why would being sent to the corner be fun?  "I... don't know that I understand."  She began.  "It was maybe a little scary, but it wasn't fun.  It was mostly confusing.  I haven't been sent to the corner since I was a little girl.  Being treated like that in front of Cassandra was...  She scrunched up her face as she searched for how to put it only to sigh with frustration and plow onward.  "Uncomfortable isn't the right word, but it's close.  Then being in the corner, treated like I wasn't there... it is a much better punishment than I realized."