Brought back to the office

"The test is over, virgin," the attendant finally remarks. You look up at her with a shocked expression. She returns a smirk as she steps up to you. "Don't worry, that was the last test, whether you failed or not." You feel at least a little relieved, though her reminder of how badly you did on the last part does sting a little.

You get up slowly, the lack of any furniture or other support not helping your shaky knees recover from your previous trials. Eventually the attendant gets impatient with you, grabbing you by the elbow and pulling you up to your feet. By the time you can steady yourself, she has manifested the magical leash and attached it to your neck again. You find your legs stabilizing very quickly, the collar and leash forcing you to begin walking at pace with the woman leading you. She brings you through the office area and along the catwalk again, settling down once she returns to the desk in her small office just behind the front desk.

You are not given any instructions, instead simply left to stand awkwardly and watch her fill out more paperwork. Still embarrassed after the failure you just went through, you are afraid of doing or saying anything while she does this. The last thing you want to do now is to anger her again and prompt her to give you more modifications. She already has plenty of paperwork to fill out for the modifications she has already decided to give you, after all. You find yourself simply staring blankly out the window, wondering if you are going to be subjected to any of the machines you see down below.

"All right, you virgin slut," the sudden voice of your handler pulls you back to your current situation. "Your paperwork's done. Time for modifications." Her last statement has a twinge of sadism in it. She seems to be eager to see you subjected to this.

You simply nod obediently as she attaches her leash to you again and leads you to your fate.