The Lair of the Baroness

Still in what was left of her ring attire, the parts that weren't discarded prior to the match, Bianka lead Nick by the hand. For the most part she was silent as they passed through the maze-like passages of the AFW backstage area and out through an employee exit where a town car was waiting for them. Like a chivalrous gentleman the German domme stopped and opened the door for her prisoner. "After hyu."

The inside of the car was sumptuous and plush, a limousine without the stretching. A glass divider was erected between the hired driver in the front and the passengers' seat in the rear. Against the opposite side was a complimentary bottle of champagne so that the victor might toast their skill and good fortune.

One hand was held by Bianka. And the other was having to switch back and forth between holding his bag over his shoulder and making sure the dog ears on his head wouldnt fall. They couldnt afford to be banged up any more than they already are.

Nick was lead outside by the woman he had lost to tonight. She was to be his captor for the night. Stepping into the town car, Nick was a bit taken bacn by the luxury ofbthebinside of the vehicle. Just who exactly did he lose against tonight...?

Once Nick was fully inside of the vehicle the woman would take up the seat next at his side. Stretching herself out in a decadent fashion the little German would drape her stocking clad legs across the larger wrestler's lap. Of course this car wasn't hers, exactly. It was used commonly by the entire stable to avoid having to risk being late taking public transportation. "Hokay, hy must ask the question: why the hound ears?"

The driver started off without instruction. He only drove between two places save for a few special occasions, and tonight wouldn't be an exception. It was simply 'home', at which point he would retire for the evening.

Nick couldnt help but think more and more as he looked around the car's interior. A personal driver? A glass divider? It actually made him worry slightly... He makes a questioning hum when she put her legs on his. Probably just to stretch out.

Then she asked about the dog parts. The ears and tail. Nick chuckles nervously. He takes the dog ears iff hushed and switched them off. "Y-Yeah. Theyre my own design. They react to emotion from sensors that touch the skin."

Bianka smirked as the car slipped through the busy streets of the city at night. Restlessly she would shift in her seat, stocking legs wriggling across his lap in turn. Airily she chuckled as he explained his inventions, "Ho, hyu some kind of shmarty pants, hmm? Hy vunder vot hyu could make for me, hmm?" It wouldn't be too much longer before the car would reach the outskirts of the city, nearing the converted hotel nestled among the trees. But in the mean time she would delight in his discomfort and unease. The subtle suffering of confusion and vulnerability often had the sweetest taste to the diminutive sadist.

Nick chuckles when she called him smart. "I prefer mechanically inclined. Ive made a few sets of parts. Though not all of them react to emotion like these do." Nick would then look out of the window of the limo. "So...Mind telling me where we are going? Do you own a mansion or something out of town? I-I only assume because of the fancy limousine..."

Bianka chortled at his question before waving a dismissive hand through the air between them. "Ho, no-no, nothingk like that. Hy live with the wrest of my stable in a beeg house. We all share this car since some of us don't drive." As if on cue the car took a turn up a little side road and in only a few moments brought a little "traditional" hotel into view. A few of the numerous windows were lit and silhouettes moved against the light.

It wasn't a massive place, maybe a dozen rooms beyond the common areas; little more than an upscale bed-and-breakfast. The car rolled to a stop by the front doors, and without hesitation the driver stepped and walked around to Bianka's door to let the pair out.

"S-Stable?"

Nick made a light blush come a cross his face in thought. A house full of women sounded great but, tonight he was Bianka's plaything. He looked at the small hotel with a bit of worry. He didnt know Bianka well enough to know if she was they type to share Nick or keep him for herself.

He didnt know which one to expect or hope...

Nick got his bag and got out of the car with Bianka. "Y-You lead the way...."

Bianka slipped from the car and stood for a moment beside Nick. His nervousness was like a fine wine, and the more of it she drank it the more intoxicating it became. Reaching up a delicate hand the little German placed a single fingertip against the underside of Nick's chin before leading the way towards the front door and into the foyer. This first room was quiet, although the sounds of an active household could be heard echoing down nearby corridors.

Among the old tables and armchairs in this room, obviously meant for receiving hotel guests, was only one other soul. Seated behind the clerk's desk, working busily in some ledger, was a small brunette in a silk blouse and pencil skirt who looked exactly like Bianka. The doppleganger never so much as looked up as Bianka would begin guiding Nick towards an ascending staircase off to one side of the room. "Ve are almost dere. Unt den, de fun begins."

Somehow, his fear were a bit at ease when she put a hand on his chin. Nick was still concerned though. He walks with her inside. Nick indeed hears the sounds of a bustling household and was curious. But Bianka began to take him upstairs.

He looked Ive at the other girl and saw she was almost exactly like Bianka. Maybe...A relative? Or a twin? He stays quiet and follows her upstairs.