“Isn’t this fun? A nice, smooth plane ride to France! You’re enjoying yourself, right?” Leona smiled.

You were tied to the chair inside her private jet. She decided to sit beside you to ensure you didn’t escape or try and jump off. The pilot came over the speakers and announced that the plane would be departing soon. Leona was giddy, quickly pouring the both of you champagne.

“Remind me doll, why did I strap you to this chair again? I forgot.” -  Leona laughed and handed the glass to you to sip from.