The knock at the door sent Alecto's heart racing. It took all her willpower to not call out immediately that Spencer could enter. Instead, she forced herself to pause.
"You may enter," she finally called out after almost a minute of near-agony at the delay.
Sitting behind her desk, Alecto wore an elegant, formfitting robe of dark emerald velvet. The neck was high and the robe showed no skin to speak of. With her hands folded on the desk, she regarded Spencer with an intense gaze.
"I am happy to see that you are punctual," Alecto mused. "I would have been quite displeased if your stubbornness had returned." Though she doubted the girl was broken, Alecto was certain that she was intrigued by what had happened and what might happen again.
"Did you bring what you need for your...assignment?" she asked with a small smirk, wondering if Spencer remembered about the sexy dance she was to perform for Alecto.