A prison cell

Dana looked around. The room she was in seemed to be a makeshift prison cell. It was heavily guarded, which meant its occupant must be very important.

She saw a figure on the ground, in the shape of a human. It was covered by a small blanket, and the only movement it made was the slow rhythm of breathing. Whoever this was, they were probably asleep or ****.

She cautiously approached the figure, slowly lifting the blanket. She glanced upon a familiar face, and let out a small gasp in shock.

It was Amanda! Her mouth was gagged, hands and feet were tied, and she was ****. Her breathing was shallow, but she was alive. She was also completely nude - Dana remembered the events after the auction. She was naked because of her, thought Dana. Despite her best efforts, she still blamed herself for what happened to Amanda.

Dana began untying the bonds. She couldn't help but glance at Amanda's body - even in her current state, there was a sublime beauty about her. She **** herself to avert her gaze from her ample chest, moving in an entrancing rhythm.

After her work on Amanda's limbs was done, she finally untied the gag around her mouth. She tried gentle slaps on Amanda's face, feeling her begin to stir into consciousness. As Amanda opened her eyes, she looked ground, groggily. Her face had a confused expression.

Dana took off her helmet, suddenly appearing as a disembodied head right in the face of a barely conscious Amanda. Amanda almost yelled in surprise, stopped only by Dana's hand on her mouth. She motioned her to "shhh", although the gesture must have looked odd, considering her finger was not visible. Still, Amanda seemed to have understood her as she quieted down.

She sat upright, groaning in pain, having been restrained for a long time. She slowly regained her usual demeanor, realizing the situation she was in. She stood up and looked at Dana.

"So, what now?", she said in a low voice.