Sneaking with all the silence of a ninja asasin, though with how little she can hear, all the sneaking of a bull elephant would have sufficed. You close in on your target. Jessica's long legs kick lazily behind her as she turns another page in her magazine. You can almost make out the title from where you are now. It appears to be some sort of magazine created almost especially for spoiled brats. You pause for a moment in thought and look around the room....and your jaw nearly drops. Everything in here looks so EXPENSIVE. Genuine cherrywood furniture, high class, designer lamps, and a jewelry box the size of a close are just a few of the things that really rack up the bucks. You figure that even her clothes are probably expensive brand names at the very least. Maybe the "princess" really is just that.

You notice a picture on the red head's night stand of Jessica standing next to an older, but amazingly beautiful woman that you assume is her mother. The woman in the picture seems to be in an expensive suit (and you oggle how short the skirt is. Maybe you wouldn't mind meeting Jessica's mother later for a little "family reunion").

Not wanting to linger too long and be noticed, you sneak forward and find yourself with a great view of her ass clad as it is in the tght confines of her shorts and legs from behind. She continues to rock out to whatever insane band she must be listening to on those headphones. She turns another page and giggles. You decide to take your chance.

Like a panther you pounce upon her and flip her over, straggling your legs on her midsection. A short scream of surprise, and a wide-eyed look are all you need to know you've definitely got the upper hand. Her arms go to shoot up and throw you off, but you're one step ahead and pin them down, forcing her to wriggle desperately beneath you. In her tossing, the headphones fly from her head to join the now forgotten magazine ("Daughters of Privelage" was the title, you absently notice)in a pile on the floor. You lick your lips.

She is going to be a fine meal.

Tightening your grip titanically, you slide off of her and pull Jessica to her feet beside the bed, her kicking legs dragging off the sheets to add to the growing pile of disarray on the floor.

"You didn't want me as part of the leadership in the house, did you?" you ask calmly as she stop thrashing for a moment in remembrance of her reaction to Alexandra's announcement. "Well, I don't think I much care you as a person either," you state flatly, "But as a meal..." you trail off with the implication and her eyes somehow go even wider.

"You son of BITCH!" she screams and throws all the force she can into escape.