Violett wasn't quite looking like herself today.

She hadn't worn jewlery very often before, and she wasn't sure about the sunglasses. A pink T-shirt under a multicolored brown turtleneck, with a tattered-fringed brown skirt over a pair of jeans completed the odd-feeling ensamble. Staring down at her rarely-worn pink-and-white shoes, Violett felt strange and gaudy. The turtleneck had too many shades and a pattern she wasn't sure she liked, and the pink shirt under it had writing on it, for crying out loud! She could barely see through the sunglasses, and hoped nothing happened to her glasses while they were in her pocket. Plus, she was sure wearing a skirt over a pair of pants was some variety of faux pas...

But the alternative was showing off her pale, skinny legs to the whole world! Like some silicone-enhanced, pre-packaged bimbo! They made her so angry with their huge fake breasts, and their long, shapely legs, the come-hither smile on the cover of a magazine... They were so beautiful, and Violett... Well... She couldn't even show her legs! She hated their guts! Their sexy, liposuctioned-to-hell-and-back, why-can't-I-be-that-girl guts!

And i was the readheads Violett envied the most, trhe sheer vibrance of their laugh, the firey, devil-may-care charm... "Face it, tiger," they seemed to say, "you just hit the jackpot."

What Violett had in mind for this particular charmer would hit the jackpot all right. Once Violett had caught sight of that vibrant red mane, the first words she'd heard in that charming, sultry-yet-innocent drawl, she knew this was the one to bring to the Mistress. All her faked innocence and feigned down-home charm, all this bible-belt bullshit, had brought all Violett's suppressed jealousies to a boiling point.

She wantedeveryone to think she was so nice, this Cassie Marie. Always the pious one, so kind, so pure, so popular...

All the while Violett languished in a corner, offering all of herself to anyone who'd care.

Oh, the Mistress would hit her jackpot, all right. And maybe once she was done, Violett would get a taste of it herself.

Scurrying to get her game face back on, Violett reached into her sweater, pulling out the most awward item of her disguise... A silver necklace, bearing a shiny cross on its chain.

"E... Excuse me... W-would you liketo join our bible study?"

The black bound bible sat in me lap, as I sank into the comfortable chair, nothing like the student lounge for the most comfortable seating ‘bout the dorm. Even with the air conditioning it was hot in the topics. An the longer I lived here the more I realized that sum clothes were jus impractical for the place. Today wuz no different. The short blue cotton skirt was comfy and cool. Though one had to keep their legs crossed like a right proper young lady should. No need to be flashing the white lace that adorned me mid section.

The simple white blouse was a favorite of mine. I kinda felt it looked better than running ‘round in some T like the other girls did. Kinda gave an air of sophistication an seemed a bit more proper. Mama would have been proud I reckon. Everything was neat and proper, even if the rings that adorned me body would have seemed out of place. Lucky for me the clothes covered that other side of me…the beastly side that I prayed for forgiveness on.

An well….I read.

Until she came. Quite, over dressed for the climate an heat. Making me think back to me freshman days an how it all seemed so strange to see them girls not dressed like a lady should be. Even some of um using this room I sat in to have their debauchery in.

“uh….sure…I’d Loved to.” I could feel me face light up like a Christmas tree on the lords day. Oh how I would love to have sum fellow believers to share time with. And this girl….seeming so unsure of herself…so innocent. I could only wish I still felt innocent. The mistress in me rose up, drawn by her like a bear to honey. Thoughts of her tied before me came to me mind. Evil thoughts….bad things. I banished them best I could. Everything about her screamed the willing play thing. Everything in me that was tainted and wrong wanted to make it right for her in ways I still found hard to deal with in a Christian sort of way.

“By the way I’m Cassie. And you are?”
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"Cassie Marie Smith, right? I... I'm Violett Small. I've... Heard a little about you..."

She turned around, stepping past Cassie as she nevously fidgeted with her crucifix... She was never a religious girl, and wearing the symbol of faith felf like an ill omen to her, an albatross made of her own dead faith, a wrought-silver reminder of her failure to uphold the faith of her father.

"We... We found a place where nobody bothers us m-much. Will you... Er... ff-follow me?"

She was a traitor. This girl just wanted to be her friend, and here se was, delivering her to punishment. A silver cross, around the neck of Judas.

Guilt. Just guilt, just doubt. She'd feel the warm, absolving sting of the Mistress's hand soon enough, and be cleansed through the punishment.

All she had to do was make it there before she losty her nerve.

"Kinda late!" she blurted as she scurried towards the basement. "T-try to keep up!"