<div class="floatright">(http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u309/goldark1984/Avatars/GabriellaFox3.jpg)</div>At first Carlotta thought this was some kind of joke, part of the show. After all, this was supposed to be a haunted house for adults. It would make sense that there would be more than just a few redneck kids in hockey masks waving weed whackers to try to scare the rubes. But as the woman who called herself Mistress Eve spoke, a chill came over the young Latina that didn't have anything to do with how much skin she was showing on an autumn night in New England. No, it came from the realization that when Mistress Eve offered them the chance to strip naked for their own murder, she meant every horrific word she said.<br/><br/>Carlotta tried to stay calm and rational, especially sense Lissa was already losing her shit. This was obviously planned out so this Mistress Eve bitch must have had a motive for choosing them. Carlotta guessed what it might.<br/><br/>"Look... I bet you want money, right? My daddy is loaded so if you just let me make call I get you whatever you want."<br/><br/>In spite of her efforts to stay tough, there was a quiver in Carlotta's voice. This woman seemed to have a hold on her, one she couldn't explain. But Carlotta knew that money could take care of this. Money had taken care of her for her entire life. It wouldn't let her down now.