Mila leans closer, her thumb pressing into the joint as her sinister smile beams. ”What? Are you going to beg for mercy because I hate to be the bearer of bad news but that’s not going to happen.” She coldly replied all the while keeping her smiling demeanor. She had so much malicious energy stored up and nothing to release any of it on, it might as well be here. Her thumb digs deeper, causing the aide to wince but she didn’t fight back, aware what that could bring on top of her masters unamusement: a challenge.
”It’s- it’s Mrs. Yśe!” Claire quickly blurred out. ”Mrs.Alienor Yśe, she’s formally invited you to her estate for a proposition.” Claire adds. A switch flips within Mila, her smile tugged on her cheeks as her thumb pulled it’s vile stamp from their joint, still she didn’t outright let go. ”Do you mean it, Claire? The ones on my list, that Yśe?” She asked, a hint of excitement spiked her voice as her aide quickly nodded. ”Yes, mistress. The very same. She approached near the end of your match. She stated that she’d be waiting for you at her home and would like for you to arrive in the morning.” Mila allowed Claire the freedom she so desperately craved as she fully released their hand from her grip. The Doll’s hands clasped together as she eyes her aide with her wine pools. ”I’m so happy to hear that, Claire. Perhaps if this goes well, I’ll postpone your punishment.” The very thought of earning her mistress’ ire should their meeting go sour left Claire begging for a miracle. She rubs her aching wrist as she leads Mila to the locker room to help her change.
Claire went in first, holding open the door as the doll strolled in, practically skipping as her wine gaze gleamed with the excitement of procuring a new doll. Claire urged her to be patient as she began to help them undress. The Doll herself, sways happily on the bench as her boots are swiftly yet elegantly removed. She was quickly changed into a rather frilly pink dress, adorned with overlapping frills as she skips down the hall to the car, all the while pondering what this prospect could be. Perhaps she wishes to challenge her, perhaps she has a new toy lined up for her, oh how she loved surprises.
The next Morning
Spoiler

Mila grins as Claire and herself scoot from the backseat, her bag slinked over her aides shoulder. The Doll’s usually brisk walk was replaced by a rather swift moving machine as she hurriedly crossed the well kept lawn to the front door. Claire was quick to keep up, knowing full well that any slip up could earn her punishment later or in front of the Yśe’s depending on her Masters mood. Her aide steps up pressing the doorbell to alert them to her presence, Mila stood behind, bouncing off the balls of her feet as she leaned forward then rocked back. Her body practically itching for confrontation as