Helena tried to keep her nervousness and fear under control as she followed Mark into the building and up the stairs.  The place was impressive, she kind of wondered how they could afford it.  Was there that much money in porn?  Blackmail?  Or did it come from the illegal aspects of things?  The men's comments ripped her away from her musings as her face went slightly red.  The comment so designed to turn her from a powerful woman to an object  for their pleasure... of course, wasn't that what she was doing to herself?  Still, it would have been nice to have some professionalism.<br/><br/>She didn't give the pair any acknowledgement, but did smile at Beatrice.  The role was house-wife, suburban apparently, and the best costume that fit was a set of yoga-pants and a somewhat overly tight sports bra.  Her hair was pulled back into a pony-tail like she had just gone on a jog, and she had a pair of socks and runners on.  She looked like she had just returned from a jog, well, minus the sweat and grime.  The clothes were a bit too small.  The pants may as well have been a second skin and were stretched such that the faint hint of her underwear beneath was visible.  The bra was uncomfortable but, Helena realized, she probably wouldn't be in it long.<br/><br/>When she was dressed she was taken down to the kitchen.  She had just got back from a jog, clearly to please her husband's need for a hot wife, and now was preparing dinner.  The perfect little suburban wife.  She almost snorted at the thought even as she took up her position at the island counter and pretended like she was slicing vegetables.  Then, action.<br/><br/>She feigned surprise as the two men entered, jumping back and holding up the small prop knife like it was a match for a gun.  The fear, the rapid pattering of her heart, that was real. But she forced it down as she did her best to play the part.<br/><br/>"Safe?  Who are you!?  Get out!"  She shrieked, then tossed the fake knife at them and ran, rather more slowly and awkwardly than she would normally have, towards the narrow hallway that lead to the front door.