Vixen's eyes fluttered open, her head pounding like a bass drum line. Blinking against the harsh light, she found herself surrounded by the familiar faces of Lady Bianca, Lady Serena, and her best friend Gabriela. "What the fuck happened?" She growled, cradling her aching skull.
Serena, ever the diplomat, tried to soothe the savage beast. "Easy there, kiddo. For a few minutes, you went off the radar – poof, like a smoke ring in a hurricane. Next thing we know, the signal leads us straight to your cozy little hideaway. Gotta admit, it's a real head-scratcher - one hell of a mystery."
Bianca, never one to let a juicy tidbit slip through her perfectly manicured talons, pounced. "Seems our little Vixen found herself a guardian angel in the form of those La Velada broads. They must've zapped you back here with their hocus-pocus powers. So, spill the beans, sweetheart – what kinda freaky shit went down in those hills?"
