She swallowed hard before continuing. “My boss sent me home for looking so glum on the job. Also, I snapped at one of the customers and called him a pig. He grabbed my ass. He totally was a pig.” She huffed out a breath. “Apparently he was one of the high rollers and I’m supposed to just let him put his hands on me. No way! I was lucky he sent me home with a warning though.” Then she whimpered. It sounded like she was trying not to cry. “Or at least I thought it was luck… It came down from out of nowhere. One minute I was walking to my bus stop and the next I was flying up, up. A dark winged beast had me in his talons. Literally. It didn’t hurt or anything. I couldn’t see very much when I got here. Wherever the hell here is. One minute there was a dark shape looming over me and the next there wasn’t.” She paused for a moment. “It was weird. In its place was a guy who told me not to be concerned. He said I was safe. I was so afraid, he came from out of nowhere. That horrible woman brought me here and you know the rest.”

“Yup, the same chickie with the bad attitude also threw me in here,” Candy added. “She wouldn’t listen to anything I said.”

“She referred to us as humans,” Julie said. “We know that wolf shifters and vampires exist so why not dragon shifters? You said that one minute there was a dragon and the next a man. It’s the only logical explanation.”

“She also said that she couldn’t see anything. Your whole dragon shifter theory is a stretch.” Lisa huffed.

“Not really,” Julie said. Her teeth had finally stopped chattering but her head still ached. “All three of you were airlifted here by a dragon. How would you explain it?”

“Drugs,” Lisa said. “We were all drugged.”

“And saw exactly the same thing? It doesn’t make sense,” Candy said. “We wouldn’t all hallucinate the same thing. That’s crazy.”

“I wasn’t drugged,” the new girl said. “I was picked up and carried here. How was I drugged? Surely I would need to have swallowed a pill or been injected or something.”

“Candy,” Lisa said. “You should have experience with drugs. How did they administer them to us?”

“How would I know?” Came the irate response. “Oh, just because I have sex for money… a lot of money, automatically means that I’m an addict as well? I hate to burst your bubble. I’ve never so much as smoked a joint. My sister…” She paused. “I have my reasons and they’re no concern of yours. I would never take drugs.”

“I’m Pauline, by the way.” The new girl said, sounding much less freaked out.

“What about you?” Julie asked. “What’s your story, Lisa?”