Ana was feeling confidant and pretty as she walked the halls on her way to Kizsemit’s library. She had spent a lovely day being pampered by Adrian as he ‘made it up to her’. She was wearing a smart pair of skinny jeans with a beautiful silk blouse of a pale blue that matched her eyes and wedges, things she would normally never wear. She had let a very excitable Adrian dress her and she wasn’t displeased by the outcome, the blouse being slightly sheer and showing her royal blue bustier didn’t even faze her good mood. She was practically bouncing down the halls on a cheerful high, not least of all for the reason that she was allowed to go by herself.
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“Anastasia? Is that you, my dearest?” A honeyed voice purred from a darkened alcove as Ana walked past.
She flinched and froze. Turning on
