Shortly after the security man left Misty's room with her phone, she heard the door lever pulling back the large locking bolts. Emilia came bounding into her room as the door opened, the nurse now an apparent bundle of energy.
"We've got to hurry." Emilia said. "Dona Valentina has a wonderful remainder of the night planned for you!"
Misty found Emilia's enthusiasm to be very addictive, so she moved quickly through the tasks the nurse directed her to perform. Soon she had received a short series of enemas, taken a shower, dealt with her grooming, and put her hair in two pigtails. Emilia told her to skip putting on any makeup.
When she had finished, Emilia helped her dress. Soon Misty was in a white cotton full cut panty, white knee socks, Mary Jane's with a two inch wedge heel, a pleated plaid skirt that was too short, barely covering the bottom of her panty, and a white cotton blouse, buttoned up only to her breastbone. She was not given a bra.
"Damn girl, you look good enough to eat!" Emilia gushed, after directing Misty to spin around for her. "A slut dressed as an innocent, perfect."
Misty blushed at hearing Emilia's words. She had never felt that she was an attractive woman, and was not used to being the center of attention. It felt so good to know that people found her pretty and desirable
"Come on, let's go, so Dona Valentina can get a good look at you." Emilia said.
Misty took a couple of steps forward, towards Emilia and the door.
She was stopped abruptly when Emilia slapped her, hard, across the face. Misty wasn't expecting the blow. It rocked her body and caused her to cry out in pain and surprise.
"On your fucking knees you stupid goddamn whore." Emilia said. Her face had grown flush and Misty noticed that her hands were shaking slightly. Instant and overwhelming rage had obviously overtaken Emilia's formerly cheerful and energetic mood.
