Having shown the porter out, Misty made her way back to her bed, and sitting down upon it, opened the letter. She was thrilled, it was from Valentina, and this was the first time Misty had seen the other woman's elegant script, or even touched something that Valentina had touched.
She didn't start reading right away, rather she held the letter up to her face, and tried to catch any whiff of Valentina's scent. She did find a hint of something strange, not a feminine smell, but something else entirely. A very light scent, sweet, yet vaguely sickening, a scent of decay. Misty shivered as that hint of scent coursed through her body, unsurprised, she felt her need grow yet again.
She started to read:
My dearest darling Misty,
I hope that you had an uneventful, and as pleasant as possible flight from Seattle, and that you have arrived in my beautiful country without encountering any sort of problem.
I also hope that you know just how much I am looking forward to meeting you tonight! Assuming that you meet my standards, I have a delightful dinner planned for us, followed by dancing, and after that I'll be taking you into my home, into my bed, where you will quickly learn how to pleasure your Goddess.
Please rest assured that you will serve and suffer for me tonight. Perhaps though there will be some pleasure for you as well. Perhaps.
I did mention my standards earlier, so I suppose that I should explain. If you are beautiful to me, and if you are interesting to me, then we shall have our delightful night together. If you are not both of those things, well then, I suppose you can turn around and fly back home. I could end your life of course, at least it would be pleasurable to taste your fear and feel your blood draining into my throat, but alas, the death of Americans is bad for the tourist business, so it would be back on an airplane for you.
Worry not though; for I've no doubt that you will meet my standards, that you will be both interesting and beautiful for me.