Girls from the honeypot.
(Request for @pearlqueensposts)
From the moment Elise saw the necklace, she had to have it. It called to her, whispered of secret joys and forbidden pleasures. Once she put it on, those whispers grew louder, more numerous. It was hard to think, but she didn’t really want to.
So much easier to just let the whispers fill her head. To go to the address they told her, a place she’d never been. The door to the mansion she found there was unlocked, and the whispers told her where to find her room. They told her which nightgown to put on. They told her where to go to find the owner of the house.
They told her that the owner of the house was the true owner of the necklace, and the owner of the necklace was the true owner of Elise. She accepted this fact happily, and knelt next to the other women wearing similar necklaces, waiting patiently for their owner.