Break Girl meets Magnet Girl as her prisoner.

The reverberating footsteps drew closer, and, finally, the Robot Mistress emerged from the darkened doorway. For a moment, Break Girl thought she looked exactly like she'd expected: tall, slender, and pale, with brown hair, a red half-mask on her face that wrapped around her ears and included a headband with a tall, thin magnet built into it, a white lab-coat, and over-sized red gauntlets and boots. As the other woman drew closer, however, Break Girl became aware of some additional details that definitely weren't expected: first, instead of a glamorous perm, her hair was in a state of disarray, wet and disheveled almost like she'd gotten out of a shower without drying it; second, instead of a lab-coat, she was actually wearing a fluffy white bathrobe, probably inappropriate for meeting a guest, but still quite conservative in coverage; third, just a detail Break Girl was only noticing for the first time, Magnet Girl's boots were shaped into stiletto high heels at the base, which contributed to that notable height of hers and resulted in that loud clack Break Girl had heard upon her approach.

The showered scientist had been approaching with her head tilted up. She didn't laugh, as Break Girl had feared, but one of her thin eyebrows peaked as she saw the sorry state of her visitor. "Break Girl... What brings the Doctor's specialized assassin to my laboratory at this time of night?"

"Would you believe I'm dropping in for a visit?" Break Girl asked from her humiliating position with a sheepish grin. "You're so hard to reach!"

Magnet Girl didn't return it, or if she did, it was hidden behind her mysterious mask. "Well, this is certainly a type of express route to reach me." The scientist waved one hand and the Mag-Fly disengaged. That allowed Break Girl to fall from her humiliating pose, but didn't solve the problem that she was still being held in place by magnets from four directions. "I'll admit my schedule tends to be packed, but come now. I'm sure you have a better excuse than that. Let's hear it."

Break Girl hesitated, her mind racing to try and come up with some option that would satisfy the woman on the other side of the glass. "Um..."

"Or, if you don't, you could help me test these magnets? They were created to capture that sister unit of yours, that Buster Girl. In that sense, you're actually the perfect subject to demonstrate their potential, Break Girl."

"Um...!" The need to come up with a good excuse for her presence here suddenly became more dire.