<em>The curtain rises...</em><br/><br/>Or rather, it doesn't.  The first thing they see is a nearly translucent red curtain, hanging all around them, not so far away.<br/><br/>There is no way to tell how long it has been since they fell asleep.  Hours?  A day?  More?  Less?  The two of them are together, arms and legs both secured, bare skin pressing gently against each other.  Iolanda is on the right, Rochelle on the left.  Both are stripped to nearly nothing, a brief pair of panties and a thin cloth wrap over their breasts all that preserves their modesty.  They seem to be on an elevated surface, incredibly soft.  An expensive mattress, perhaps?  It does seem to be a bedframe that the sisters are tied to.<br/><br/>The scene looks familiar, if not from this angle.  Isabella was in a room very much like this one, when last they saw her, through the scrying pool.<br/><br/>Light comes from beyond the curtain, the vague outline of furniture.  More interestingly, though, is the figure of a man, just barely seen, moving about.  He stops, and there is a light clink of glassware, the sound of liquid being poured, before he begins moving around again.