She called me for a friendly chat, and offered me a cigarette. A Good Girl always accepts such a gesture, so I took it. The Mistress was kind enough to light it for me.
As I took the first drag, I recognized the flowery perfume of Mistress' special cigarettes. These are dipped in a potion, the formula for which is known only to her; but this was stronger.
Immediately I was starting to trance and through the fog I heard only Mistress.
"Listen close Whitney. Good Girl."
