Vivienne who started to wake up was sitting on a chair wearing a pink wig and the dress that the Marquess had torn off Rosa. Her hands were tied, but only loosely, just enough to hold her in place until she regained consciousness.
"The scene," she mumbled, still dazed from the effects of the sleeping incense but so used to being high that she didn't question how it had happened.
She loosened her hands and scanned the table in front of her. It had a variety of torturing tools and a feminine dagger. Behind the table sat a man who was breathing heavily with his head completely covered by a black cloth bag that obscured his features entirely.
Rosa watched Vivienne's face and understood the moment she doubted the man's identity. Anger overtook her, sobering her up. She pushed herself up sending her chair backward and made her way toward the man then ripped the headcover off and threw it aside.
