Entering the Foundation

Tintin's ruined maxi dress was replaced by an oil-stained tarp she grabbed from the hangar floor, and she and Penelope were driven to Creighton-Ward Mansion. There, in a magnificent suite which Penelope referred to simply as "the guest bedroom", Tintin bathed and rested.

The next morning Tintin left behind her own luggage and instead took the two suitcases of expensive clothing Penelope had provided for her. She dressed as instructed in a uniform left hung in the wardrobe- black trousers, white blouse, red crossover tie and a dark blue and red jacket with a coat of arms on the breast pocket and the name "St Eustace Academy".

"I was able to slip your name onto the school's list." Penelope explained in the Rolls Royce as they set out, "Don't worry, it isn't all school uniform in the cases. Now, put these on." She handed Tintin a box with two diamond stud earrings in it, "Left recieves, right transmits. I'll be able to hear you and speak to you the entire time."

A little while later, the car pulled up outside a modern glass building in central London. Penelope bade her luck, and Tintin made her way inside.

She crossed the understated lobby and approached a marble desk, where a receptionist sat stony-faced.

"Can I help you?" She asked in a voice which suggested she would rather not.

"I'm here for the Inspired Teens scholarship event." Tintin replied.

"Name?"

"Louisa Holmes-Bonney." She gave the alias Penelope had arranged.

"Take the lift to the second floor, then follow the signs."

Tintin did so, finding herself eventually in a large meeting room full of other people her age, also dressed in private school uniforms. She gave her name to another woman sat at a desk, and wandered among the crowd.

"Lot of rich kids in here." She whispered.

"As expected." Penelope replied through the earring radio. "Just relax and we'll see what's what."

"You got it." Tintin took a glass of juice from a table and made her way to a row of seats at the side of the room, "Relaxing and watching." She dropped down into the chair.

RRRIIPP!!

"I think there was some static on the connection." Penelope said in her ear.

"No, not static." Tintin's voice was hesitant now.

"I just heard it."

"Yeah, that's not what that noise was. I split my pants." Tintin reached behind her, finding the rear seam of her trousers torn open, her bright pink and slightly too translucent panties bursting out of the black material.

"Those trousers cost almost a hundred pounds a pair!" Penelope sounded incredulous.

"Looks like you don't get what you pay for." Tintin replied. Suddenly another voice called above the crowd in the meeting room,

"Okay, settle down everyone, and we'll get started."