RP: Nurse Dora? Characters: Isadora Time/Date: August 11, late morning Location: lobby on her way to the mall Warnings/Rating: irritated Dora Summary: Isadora isn't exactly thrilled with her attire Status: Closed
"They took your clothes." Iridia's voice was a whisper near her ear, and Dora opened her eyes slowly. She felt groggy and her throat burned slightly, which to her was a strong indication she'd been drugged. That did not exactly thrill her, nor did the idea that Iridia might be right.
"What do you mean?" she mumbled as she sat up.
"The closet's empty," he replied as he gazed up at her with his bright yellow eyes. "The drawers, everything but what you're wearing." He hesitated. "And that," he added with a nod toward the white dress draped over the back of a chair.
Dora glanced over to the fabric, deciding even at first glance there wasn't enough of it to be adequate cover. She rose slowly, grimacing at the slight throb in her head. She'd definitely been drugged, and that pissed her off. But of course, how could they have rooted through her room without waking her if they hadn't doped her up first. Gas, she assumed. It would account for the burning in her throat.
So her options were ... step outside in her flimsy nightgown, or put on the outfit they'd provided. She did check behind the bathroom door, but her robe was gone as well. Her jaw clenched slightly before she sighed and picked up the dress. It wasn't much, but it was more than her nighty. "If you say a damn word," she warned the panther.
Iridia offered her a very feline grin, but said nothing.
When Isadora left the room, he padded along at her side, understanding she'd want to be through this as quickly as possible.