Willow at the recycling plant

Willow woke up from her deep slumber altogether less warm than she had been in the bath. She was surrounded by cardboard boxes, sheets of paper, glass bottles, and aluminum cans. She could hear the noise of a truck's diesel engine outside. Fuck! How was she in a dumpster for the third time?

The truck stopped and then started backing up. She could hear a beeping noise, and then the truck bed tilted and she rolled out of the dumpster along with all of its contents. She could see the truck pull away when the floor started moving. She was naked on a giant conveyor belt for sorting recycling.

A giant magnet passed overhead and all the tin cans flew up, grazing her bare skin. She could see robot arms up ahead picking things off the belt. Willow needed to get off the conveyor belt before those robots started groping her. She desperately looked around the recycling plant.