Sarah did not reply. She did not awaken. The gentle shaking did little. The upside down girl merely wobbled slightly at the gentle jostling. Her head hanging backwards over the edge of the seat lolled listlessly but all that resulted was her black painted lips parting slightly to reveal pristine white teeth. Her kohl dusted eyelids remained closed, long mascaraed lashes still flush against her cheekbones. Her naked foot, protruding up past the headrest of the sofa, silver dusted, black toenails pointing at the ceiling, rocking gently, her real metal anklets jangled like they had the night before when she'd belly danced, role playing the character she'd become.

Gwendolyn's only reply to her whispered request was a limp hand covered in rings and bracelets sliding from the sofa seat, falling to the carpeted floor next to Gwen's knee.