Lorenzo rolls his eyes at the delay, but doesn't argue. It's what he keeps her for, he supposes. And he's got far more interesting things to concentrate on at the moment. "Whatever, just be quick about it and get us home when you're done." He turns his concentration back on the excited and worried and confused girl sitting in the seat next to him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing still wearing clothes?" he asks, watching her face fall in horror and fear as he "reminds" her of proper behavior in front of her Master. "Strip, now, you stupid cunt." He pauses for a moment to see the terrified look in her eyes as she rushes to rectify her mistake, before turning back to Orchid. Her free hand is groping her tits and she's licking her lips in anticipation, and Lorenzo can't help but smile. He knows what his pet wants. "Give her the usual base treatment," he tells his eager toy. "We'll put in the fine details for the client once we get back."

"Ohhh, yes Master," Orchid purrs, delighted and turned on at the opportunity to change someone for her Master once again, and then she reaches out to touch her and change her, moaning softly as her eyes glow violet, feeling out the shape of her body and every flaw and imperfection, every way she differs from how her Master wants her to be. And once she's figured out the plan, she begins to change her, shifting fat and muscle and bone and nerve and sinew, carefully watching to make sure every change is perfect. Just like her Master wants.

With that out of the way (and the whore changing into something much hotter even as he watches), Lorenzo looks into her eyes as the car begins to drive away. He doesn't need to say a word, but he still enjoys every second of it, and there's no reason not to indulge himself a little. "You're just a whore," he tells his new slave as he begins to overwrite her personality with something much more sensible to her new status. "You've always been just a whore." He watches her face go through a confused set of looks as his words conflict with her own memories and ideas, but that just makes them easier to burn away. Excellent. Finally, something going right.

The next morning, Sean wakes up, and he has this warm cozy Valerie to snuggle, and for a few sleepy seconds he's all happy and content, and then his memory catches up to him and fuck. Irene. Irene, Irene, Irene. She's—not his, not properly, not magically, but—she was, for a while, and part of him feels like she still is, still should be, and it hurts that she's out there somewhere probably hurt, maybe even dead, beyond his reach either way, and he can't do a thing about it, and—he wants to start lighting things on fire and not stop until everything is better but, in fact, that will not make anything better at all.

Okay, no, he can't be doing this, he needs to pull himself together before Valerie wakes up and judges him for it—fuck—

Valerie stirs, waking up in the arms of Sean, feeling warm and content after the events of last night (but still up for more, yes, more would be a delight) in the arms of Sean, to see what he wants with her. (Whatever he wants with her, fuck.) She purrs slightly and shifts into an even more sexy pose (as she was already sexy, of course), opening her eyes to look up and him to see... hm. She wants to fuck him, of course, or to be used by him (fuck), however he wants, and the very thought of it makes her wet, but something holds her back, looking at his face, and the way he's holding himself. He's not sure what he's feeling or why but she's not so certain being sexy is the right thing to do at the moment (as impossible as that sounds, of course). She shifts a little more and looks up at him, quizzically (and with only a hint of lust in the way she's biting the side of her lip), ready and waiting for him to tell her what he wants. 

Mostly right now what he wants is to not be having these feelings in front of her because she's going to judge him and it'll be terrible. Also he wants Irene back. Also he wants all the people he cares about to be happy and safe forever and never ever have to worry about anything terrible happening to them ever again. Also he wants to hug her.

Hugging her is the only one of these goals he can straightforwardly accomplish, so that's the one he goes for.

Valerie is... sleepy. She's waking up and so whatever confused mix of emotions she's feeling from watching his face twist and change shape is a result of tiredness. That is the only reasonable explanation for, for, she doesn't even know what (pity and fear and worry and other feelings she's having trouble putting a name to) and so she is going to ignore whatever the heck is going on and do the only thing she can sensibly do which is let him wrap his arms around her the way he seems to want. And wrap her arms back around him, since she knows that'll help with whatever this is.

He squeezes her tightly, takes a deep breath, tells himself very firmly that having a breakdown all over Valerie is not going to help anything, and slowly exhales. Okay. Okay. He's... nope, he can't lie to himself, he is not in fact okay. But if he tries really hard maybe he can get close enough to stop freaking out Valerie.

...also, wait, is that... is that her caring about him?? It is! Aww. Awwwww. He smiles and squeezes her again, less comfort-seeking and more affectionate this time. "Mine," he mumbles sleepily into her hair.

Yeah Valerie definitely did not get enough sleep. Which is weird because she's been sleeping oddly well the past few nights despite the utter strangeness of it all but clearly the streak had to be broken at some point. Whatever. He clearly wants to keep holding her (despite the small shiver that him calling her mine sends down her back and into her cunt, but only a small one, because he doesn't seem to want it), and so she's going to just keep being held. "Yours," she whispers back, pressing her body closer into him in a way that... that's no longer unfamiliar but is still just strange. There's almost no lust in it at all. 

"Mmm." He kisses her forehead. "Good morning."

He's definitely calming down. Having a Valerie to snuggle is good, and as unexpected as her caring is, it's also very comforting. Maybe the world is not a fundamentally terrible place, actually. Maybe things are going to be all right.

(Not for Irene they won't.)

(He doesn't know that, does he?)

(He should stop having this train of thought and snuggle his Valerie instead.)

Valerie is, well. She's reasonably happy to be held like this, despite there being other things she wishes they could be doing (or that Sean could do to her, nnf), but even despite the closeness of their bodies he simply doesn't seem to want to do any of it. And it's about what he wants, even despite it not being a real exercise of his power over her.

And there can be time for that later, Valerie supposes. At the very least, Lindsey will be plenty of fun when she presents her to him, all cute and kneeling and eager and then she can watch him take her and control her the way he does with her. Though perhaps... perhaps this isn't the best time to be thinking about that. Or the best time to ask about it, even, despite the wonderful fantasy of surprising him with the delectable little thing, watching him get all turned on and strong and powerful with his present waiting for him like a pretty flower to be plucked and used... she's has a guess that it might not turn out that way if she tries, even ignoring the fact that scheduling might be something they need to care about.

She just needs to find a good point in time to bring it up. Before he leaves. Which she might have a small amount of trouble doing.

But for now, Valerie does her best to put it out of her mind for the moment and rest in his arms the way he wants her to.