Her lemonade had been drugged. That had to be it. How else could she have fallen asleep in the cafe? Woozily she took in her surroundings, a haze before her eyes from the after effects of the drug. Red candles. A skull. Her clothes were gone, replaced with a pure white satin garment that didn't quite cover her. She realized her hands and feet were tied. She was bound on a table. No, not a table. An altar! What dire fate do her captors have planned for our innocent virgin?