The room was small, but neat and organized, with the high ceilings and plaster walls typical of older homes. The furniture was a strange mismatch of cheap, new pieces and old flea market finds. Nothing was particularly valuable looking aside from the old, ornate mirror the fairies had emerged from. It was difficult to distinguish colors in the dark room, but a soft patchwork quilt hung halfway off the bed, fabric pooling on the wooden floor. A small air conditioning unit had been installed in one window but it did little to dissipate the summer heat.<br/><br/>The young woman that lay sprawled on the bed had kicked away all her coverings, nothing but an old, over-sized t-shirt covering her body. She shifted and squirmed restlessly in her sleep; even if the fae hadn't been able to feel her dreams it would have been obvious the girl was in the grip of a nightmare.<br/><br/>Tenna practically purred as she delicately walked across the pillow, feeling the girl's strange, exotic fear washing over her. Her hand ran down her body, gently squeezing a breast and stroking her thigh as she anticipated toying with the pretty young thing. It had been pure luck that had lead her to this little morsel, and she'd been jealously guarding her new pet from the other Unseelie explorers for nearly a month. She couldn't visit too often, or they would grow suspicious, follow her, find her new treasure. A small part of her wished to dive in, to rip and tear and destroy the helpless human's fragile dreamscape but she restrained herself. She had all night, and planned to take her time and enjoy herself...