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“W- What are you doing?”
Irene looked up from her newest client. She had fully researched her, at the behest of Moriarty. After all, Molly Hooper was one of Holmes’s friends. Specialist registrar at St. Barts, a rather timid creature by all accounts, very vanilla, very mousy and plain.
She hadn’t realized how skittish the poor woman really was.
She set down the riding crop and then looked at her. “I had thought of punishing you, for pleasure, but...I don’t think you’re at that point. Perhaps some tea?”
Molly looked at her sideways, removing her hands from covering up the lacy white bra and knicker set she’d worn underneath her clothes. Not overly sexy, more modest than anything, but still enticing. She slowly nodded. “Tea sounds good,” she replied. She slowly got off the bed and followed Irene to a side room, where the tea she had waiting for the aftercare was. She was a good dominatrix after all; she knew that the sessions could involve all the brutalization and humiliation a person could handle but aftercare was essential.
Once they were settled she began to serve them tea. She had chosen some of the special Silver Tips Imperial Tea that she only brought out for special occasions. “Now then,” she said. “Why did you procure my services?”
Molly was quiet for a moment as she sipped the luscious Darjeeling tea. “My ex-boyfriend said I'm the worst shag he's ever had,” she said slowly, quietly. “And I was told...you might help.”
She felt a pang of something at her words. Regret, perhaps? Molly sounded so hurt, so lost, and she wasn’t sure she could do what Moriarty had wanted her to do, to gather blackmail on Sherlock. So she smiled at Molly and nodded.
“I’ll see what I can do.”