A smaller, more comfortable room awaited them down the hall, and Bette smirked once they entered. "Perfect."

Tina looked around to all of the room’s accessories with a knowing glance, and an experience with nearly everything – as a Domme. Some of the things she had tried, but it was all very different from a submissive’s perspective. She watched Bette walk with giddy enthusiasm as she saw the wide array of possibilities. Tina rolled her eyes with a smile at how strange her wife would seem as a dominant partner.

‘Yeah, just skip around all the sadistically ruthless women – you’ll fit right in.’ The dialogue in her head was her reason for scoffing, but it earned the attention of a few of the Dommes. She immediately straightened her smile, sure that she for one wouldn’t let a slip like that go unnoticed. But then again, Bette was a much more obedient submissive than she seemed to be. The opposite was also true, and they both knew it. However, the roleplay was enticing.

"I will be right back," Bette smirked, the ideas in her mind getting the better of her. "I think Anya can help me out with a few things …"

Bette’s fiery eyes brought a smile to Tina’s lips, but she kept the light laughter to herself. Instead, she held her hands behind her back and nodded.

"Don’t move," Bette added as she walked in the other direction, as if Tina needed to be reminded.

It had only been a couple of minuted when Tina let her eyes travel over the floor beneath her feet. She wanted to submit for Bette, but this would be difficult. However, she was always up for a challenge, and this seemed to be one of the most challenging things she and Bette had done together. That brought out the competitive streak within herself, and she promised to herself that she would do as Bette pleased. She would be true to her character, through and through.

That proved to be difficult when another woman’s shoes came into her line of sight. Tina brought her eyes up with some confusion, because they weren’t familiar.

"Lost?" the woman grinned, eyeing the neckline of Tina’s flowing renaissance dress. The tone of her voice bothered Tina, but she let it slide. This woman wasn’t worth breaking character, and she knew that. She pursed her lips and remained quiet. "Oh I’ll bet I could show you a few things …"