As far as getting people's attention, Amber's ploy was a success... even as her vision went hazy and black, the stripper could hear the sound of a dozen footsteps pounding towards the champagne room where she had 'fallen.' She barely made out the first few forms as they came rushing through the door... then it all went black.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"I think she's waking up."<br/><br/>Ira's voice was as stoic as ever, but Amber caught just the barest hint of a smirk as her eyes fluttered back open again. From the looks of it, she was back in the Maid's office... with all of those ripped clothes and a bottle of champagne resting on the floor at her side.<br/><br/>"So she is." The maid's voice was a bit more enthused, but not by much.... and she made no move to stand from behind the desk as Amber came back to the waking world. "M'Lady... it seems that you had a rather exciting run-in with our dope-slinging friend. Should I be worried that you let yourself fall into his snare even after you'd bashed his larynx in?"