Zoe just stood there, dumbfounded. "Mistress? What the fuck is she talking about?"
She headed down the stairs and spotted the strange woman lounging on the couch, sharing a breakfast with her brother. He had this goofy look on his face, and she wasn't particularly surprised, because the woman was scantily clad and a knockout.
"Who the fuck are you?"
The woman looked at her. She seemed to frown a bit. "Why don't you go upstairs and wait with the other one?" She asked.
Zoe frowned. "Why don't you tell me who the fuck you are before I call the police?"
The beautiful woman looked annoyed. "You don't find me quite as...charming as the others. How...disappointing." she actually got up, and approached Zoe, coming very close and placing a hand on her shoulder. Zoe suddenly collapsed to the ground, unconscious. "Sugar," she said to Jon, "why don't you take her upstairs and put her in with your mother so we can finish breakfast uninterrupted?"
