Seeing how easily Marissa had adjusted to her new life and memories following her transformation from that loser guy into the hot slut made Abbey the secret witch beam with joy. They had needed extra help at the club for a long time and her boss had been breathing down Abbey’s neck for her to find more talent and as the top earner at the club before Marissa’s arrival he felt she was the best bet at finding top talent. As the days continued to mount after Marissa’s first night and the male patrons went increasingly more wild for her red bikini lineup Abbey began to feel increasingly interested at the girl that she had created . This interest Abbey feigned as jealousy to the outside world but inside her she again dealt with the same feelings that had haunted her for her entire existence. The way Marissa moved on stage wearing nearly nothing, how her body swirled and waved with the rhythms in a calm and hypnotic motion and how her eyes let out a feeling of calm and love to anyone watching them Abbey especially left everyone wanting more. Abbey spent all her breaks watching Marissa from backstage and found herself many times straining her eyes to keep her eyelids open a second longer as to not miss a second of the beautiful and seamless Marissa Collins on stage. This wasn’t the most healthiest practice of Abbey as the questions that swirled within her own mind as to what she was doing and if Marissa even felt the same way constantly berated her and caused her multiple times to run to a bathroom stall to cry her eyes out in frustration.