#{threads:foster}

"they're late again." foster wasn't even trying to be subtle. after the last few times, the woman had grown feral for the other. it was the way they fuc.ked her. it was always driving her crazy. nothing came even close. the issue? the whole sibling thing. but they were always late and foster was there to capitalize this time. the skirt too short, the top too tight and unbuttoned, the stockings ending with lace that just peaked out as she sat down next to them. "how do you want to kill time this go around?"

"she's asleep and did everything necessary to be asleep and so on," foster told the other, happy to have had such an easy night with the kid. it was a bit shaky in the beginning when she had forgotten she had a babysitting job tonight so she showed up in one of the sorority's costumes. it was goth night, so black skirt, stockings, big boots, chains, etc. but she had managed to get rid of most accessories and leave her just looking a little slu.tty in all black. plus she had gotten to the job on time! "thank you again. i apologize for the outfit. not my usual, i can promise you."

turning around, opening the door, foster was met with the sight of the enormous bear. but now sported an extra toy- one of her own. it was sat on a strap sticking right up. her eyes widened and she could feel nerves shake her body. "what...what is this about?"

"-there's rules and traditions in place for quite a few reasons. could go on and on about it, but coming to the head of the sorority, in the middle of the night, that really is enough of a reason," foster all but launched into the words the second she had opened up her door to find the other on the opposite side. arms crossed, still in her sleepwear, the dark haired beauty slid her eyes across the face and expression of them. "so you had better have a great reason for waking me up at three in the morning."

"-and here are all the papers. graded, of course ma'am," foster dropped off the stack right next to charlotte with a proud smirk. to say she took her teaching assistant job seriously would be an understatement. you would too though if you were in the same position as her. right down to the 'uniform' she adorned every time she was in the class. plaid skirts much too short, flashing garters holding up thigh high stockings. deep-v sweaters in the cold months, button down short sleeves in the warmer ones. heels and mary janes on her feet. "is there anything else you'd like from me?" she asked in genuine curiosity before returning to her desk.

"-there is no way in hell i am going back down to that party. nope, nope, nope." foster was in charge of a sorority, so of course they had to have their parties with frats and let the groups intermingle. but foster was not going to bring herself to be around about beyond aggressive men and women just to please appearances about her group. they could flirt all they want. so thus, she was hiding herself in a random bedroom away. "so if you're here to drag me, you'll have to tie me up and i will kick and scream the whole way down."

foster couldn't remember a time before him. before the brain inside her head was all but fried by her new...owner, master, her everything. what was life like before the permanent life as a braindead toy? hard to say. especially considering the braindead part. shoulders tensed from the sound of him outside the door. arms at her sides, the dainty french maid uniform just there enough to seem functional, but still just a bit too short, a bit too showy.

"here is your breakfast for today, mo.mmy/da.ddy," foster said softly as she placed the tray down onto the bedside table. her bedside table. her bed. everything in the room was paid for by her, owned by her. not that she could remember any of it. or much of anything besides the (new) sorority leader and her new bottom position in the group. "i hope you enjoy it," bending back, the dark haired beauty awaited her next order. the french maid uniform cut just below her pan.ties, showing off the tops of her stockings. long white gloves up above her elbows- it was a complete appearance of someone in a position of servitude.