Dee was always a step behind Ave as they followed Jeff through the smoke and crowd; her head was starting to throb, perhaps she had chugged the alcohol a bit fast? The bass sounded like it was going 240 BPM, and the young woman felt overwhelmed by it all, and her legs threatened to give out. When they entered the VIP room, she sighed in relief and made to sit down in one of the very comfortable-looking chairs, but Ave tugged on her arm and made it quite clear they were not stopping just there.<br/><br/>Dee stumbled after her mistress, satisfied that Ave didn't slap her or anything, like she did with her other ho's. The churning sensation in her stomach was starting to go away, and another drink sounded delicious at the moment. The man they were following, Jeff, opened the door to his office and ushered them in, but Dee froze in the door frame when she saw the nude man having a drink at Jeff's desk... She had two strong impulses at that moment, the first was to bolt, and the second was to ask him for a drink. She acted on neither, and clung to Ave like a cat that had just jumped from a tub of water.