Eyes fluttering open, Heather groggily looks around the room before focusing on Evan. "I feel... really sleepy," she mumbles, her voice thick with exhaustion. "What... what did you do to me?" Her mind is hazy, but she remembers something about obeying him and feeling calm.

"So, what should I be doing now?" She yawns widely, stretching out on the couch.

"M-master?" she asks uncertainly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm... sort of dressed for that." She bites her lip, still feeling strangely calm and compliant. "I mean, if you want me to..." Her hand reaches up tentatively to undo the top button of her blouse.