Important treatment

Kate followed the orderly past an alarming number of rooms, trying to distract herself by keeping an eye out for potential exits. She was taken over the aging tiles and past flickering bare bulbs to a fairly open room. Kate took a step inside, still trying vainly to cover up with her arms, then froze.

It looked... well, it looked like any treatment room in Arkham, which was to say mildly disturbing. A row of tables along the far wall, covered in a wide variety of mismatched tools she didn't want to look too hard at, and a bed with restraints fitted into the sides.

A doctor turned around with something approximating bedside manner in his eyes.

"Ah, Miss Moore - may I call you Sophie? - please, sit down," he said.

Kate glanced back as the orderly left. She could run, but she wasn't sure where she'd end up, or what that would achieve. Kate took a tentative step to the bed.

"We only want to help rehabilitate you," the doctor said. "I've read your file. I'm sure we can help."

"Great, then can I go?" Kate said.

"Naturally," the doctor said. "So..."

Kate sat right on the edge of the bed, butt only half-on the mattress, trying to keep her distance from the restraints. She didn't expect an orderly to appear almost out of nowhere behind the bed and snap one of the cuffs around her nearest wrist.

Kate cried out, and started to struggle as she was pulled up onto the bed, kicking and struggling and shouting all the while, but with their surprise start and the two of them against just her, it wasn't long before she was restrained to the bed, arms to her sides in padded cuffs, and legs pulled apart and kept down the bed.

Kate squirmed, rattling the restraints uselessly. The cool air settled against her entirely nude body, bringing more heat to her cheeks.

"Whatever you want to do-" Kate began, struggling.

Shit, being at the mercy of an Arkham doctor did not seem like a good thing. Still, it was with a kindly look in his eyes that the doctor stood beside her.

"We allowed you to spend the night without clothing so as to not give you too much culture shock, but your **** nudist condition really does need treating," the doctor said. "We can't allow patient resistance to get in the way of that. One moment..."

She watched as he wandered over to the tables of tools by the side of the room. Kate's eyes widened, and she started squirming again. He lifted what seemed to be something wrapped in black shawl and turned around, approaching her again with it.

Kate pulled urgently on the restraints. The doctor unwrapped the black shawl...

And it was just a black shawl. He lay it over Kate's shaking breasts despite her struggling, and seemed rather pleased with himself as she tensed, but stilled.

And it hadn't dissolved either. Apparently the nanites had finally, thankfully, worn off. It had just taken a nude night in Arkham. Kate stared.

"See? Clothing isn't so bad, is it?" the doctor said. "We just want to help you cope with your exhibitionist tendencies. How does it feel to actually be covered up."

Kate almost laughed in relief. What were the odds she got the one person at Arkham that actually had a vaguely sensible idea of treatment? She shot a wary look at the ancient layout of tools to the side of the room, glad that apparently he was only concerned with dressing her.

About time.

"Alright, that's enough for a first session," the doctor said.

He reached to take the shawl back. Kate yelped.

"No!" she said. "Er, I mean... I'm happy to keep it on. Maybe we can try actual clothes. If you want to treat me..."

It seemed easier than explaining that she didn't have some insane need to expose herself. The doctor frowned at her.

"I'm not sure. Rushing your treatment could have damaging effects," he said.

"I'm good with rushing!" Kate said quickly. "You convinced me. Clothes are good. Give me clothes."