She thought she got off easy with her coming in late and partially following her command but didn’t know that the worst was yet to come. She chugged down her drink which her mistress secretly waited for. She looked at her as her eyes widen, “The biggest fetish club? Sounds exciting! A gameshow?” her eyes wandered to where she pointed on the screen where they were showing what was happening in the show at the moment.<br/><br/>She felt weird as she held a rail along the bar. She wasn’t feeling good and she knew she didn’t have much to drink either. She felt her legs get heavy so sat herself on a stool behind her. She closed her eyes and sat as if she was drunk but trying not to show that to her mistress or she’ll think the little girl has no tolerance to alcohol at all.<br/><br/>She smiled, “Quite an interesting place this is. So these two bound women are from audience or just performers?” she asked curiously before adding, “I can never imagine me in that place. Probably not for me.” She made an unpleasant face, “Jealous? Me? No. I do feel bad for that poor girl though. She kind of looks like someone who deserved it…” she snickered looking back at her mistress. Zoe felt really hard to keep her eyes open and it felt like as if she had not gotten any sleep for 3 days as her head hurt like there's no tomorrow; at the same time, she felt lack of energy as if someone had sucked it all out. She spoke in broken little sentences, "Uummm I don’t feel g..?" wincing her eyes and rubbing them and she was able to see better, "It feels weird?" she said fixing her hair still coming out of that deep drunk state of some sort. She suggested resting her hand on her mistress’s shoulder, “Can we head home? I can snuggle up with you in your bed and go to sleep. I don’t feel good.” She said leaning into her.<br/>