April woke up on a bed in a dim room lit only by candles. She felt a little sweaty though cool; she was draped in a silken hospital patient’s gown. “What the hell…” she starts, a bit dazed, but she was strapped to the bed like a patient in a madhouse, adding to her confusion.
“Oooh, look who’s awake…” a flirty but familiar voice says from the shadows. Alarmed, she watched as footsteps approached revealing Ann wearing her usual nurse scrubs. Except she looked a bit different. April couldn’t tell whether it was the dim lighting but her scrubs looked shorter, tighter, more…sensual. The whole thing was also in April’s favorite color, black.
“Hey April, do you remember the difference between a janitor and a nurse?” Ann asked in an uncharacteristically playful tone.
“W-What?” April asked, disoriented. She wasn’t quite sure she heard Ann’s question properly.
Ann chuckled. “No one dresses up like a janitor when they want to be slutty.”