Lockhart is also 100% clean! Also, in good humor

Janet Tolstoy stumbled her way out of the cleaning chamber through the open, rectangular door, with her hands tied, virtually naked, and with a large packing sticker slapped over her mouth, preventing her from complaining about her circumstances. Her weary eyes darted left and right as she hesitantly stepped out; her bare feet made contact with a cold, tile floor on the outside. This place wasn't climate controlled for people walking around with no clothes on, but rather, for expensive technology that needed to be free of warmth and humidity. As such, she immediately felt herself shivering after exiting the chamber. The protrusions of her raised nipples became easily visible at the central point of the elliptical stickers covering her breasts. This was just one more outrage in a series of them.

At this point, her only hope was that Lockhart, as an alien-- or a demon?-- would have some magical or sci-fi solution out of their humiliating predicament.

Instead, she met up with the soft-bodied lady explorer in a state similar to her own. Lockhart had been stripped, hosed down, and toweled off in much the same way, only without the sticker over her mouth, allowing her to freely converse with the others. Her chubby breasts, love-handles, and bottom all jiggled as she stepped aimlessly around the corridor. It didn't even seem like her hands were tied! Why was she being given preferential treatment?! Oddly, the girl looked entirely fine with this predicament, wearing the same sleepy, air-headed smile she'd been wearing when the two of them first met. "How was your bath, Dr. Tolstoy? Mine was kind of refreshing!" she questioned, running her hands through her damp hair, as though preparing to put it into a pony-tail. When she realized she had nothing to hold a ponytail, she gave that up.

Janet shot Lockhart a **** glare; it wasn't as though she could answer verbally. The sticker over her mouth prevented her from saying anything.

"Don't worry, ma'am. We'll get that off of you when the time comes. For now, it's all part of the procedure," Dr. Dotford Lang pitched in, while he and Bennet flanked the CEO on either side, as though she was some sort of security concern to be escorted carefully through the building. Without her bag of tools or even her hands free, she couldn't do a thing... although, she'd be the first to admit she was beginning to want to kill everyone in the building. "Let's take you to the debriefing venue. The best way to move past the Zauber incident is for you to address everyone that was hurt by it directly. That's the purpose of the debriefing we've planned."

Angry though she was, Janet had seen something like this coming and couldn't deny that she had a lot to apologize for. It was only right that she issue a public apology on behalf of Tolstoy Corp. Whether she'd be allowed to keep her CEO position or even avoid prison afterward remained to be seen...

While Lockhart retrieved a towel and wrapped it around her curvy body, Tolstoy couldn't help but notice she was left with her ass flapping in the breeze. "Surely they're not going to have me meet with anyone else like this? Are they going to parade me through the tower with no clothes on?" she thought to herself, growing red-faced at the thought of even more of her Earth colleagues seeing her this way.

Lang answered her internal thoughts; if she'd been clear-headed, she'd certainly recognize that as the hallmark of a dream world. "No, Janet. The elevator will take us directly to your CEO penthouse. We've converted it into a venue for the sake of your public apology." The man kept a stern face, as did Doctor Bennet, as the two of them followed the near fully naked Tolstoy and the only half naked Lockhart into the elevator. He pushed a button, then crossed his arms behind his back, seeming amazingly unconcerned with the two women next to him, one clad in stickers and the other in a bath towel.

The inside of the elevator was as cold as the underground cleaning area. Indignant, Janet contemplated whether, upon seeing her room, she was going to simply move into the side room that served as her bed chamber, flop onto her bed, and roll around in protest like a petulant child until everyone stopped mistreating her. Another part of her mind contemplated if she still had a gun hidden in there somewhere...

The dream elevator ride felt like it took only half a moment; soon enough, the elevator doors opened, revealing the venue for her so-called "public apology." Janet's eyes widened as she stepped off the elevator and found how her room had been converted for that purpose. Finally, Lang removed the sticker from her mouth, tearing it free with an adhesive snap that, oddly, didn't seem to cause her much physical pain, though there was a sense of a shock.

The doctor's lips curled into an aggravated snarl, once the tape was off. "What did you do to my room?!" Janet questioned, aghast.

"We didn't even know you were alive, ma'am. We weren't going to keep it in the same condition it was in when you left, on the off chance that you survived your escape into space."

"B-But you said you converted it for my public apology! That doesn't make sense! You had to know that I was alive when you converted it."

"Please, ma'am, try to control your hysterics before beginning the public apology. You're still representing your company," Dr. Lang sighed, as though she was the one in the wrong. He and Bennet led the way out of the elevator, then stood to either side, waiting for Janet to exit along with Lockhart.