You go to the Registry

You decide to give up, and go to the **** Registry. Once you enter, the receptionist just laughs: looks like you are not the only ones who get outsmarted by a cruel mistress these days.

"How can I help you, misses?" she asks with a polite smile.

"Mhmmm!!!" you both answer.

"I see," she nods, still smiling. "Please wait here until the personnel arrives for processing."

"Mhmmm!!!"

You stand idle for a couple of minutes, after which a short woman comes up to you accompanied by two female security guards. They take you to one of the dressing rooms. Your suits are unlocked with the zippers, then the both of you are equipped with a pair of grey straitjackets, **** ballet boots and two massive ballgags.

"Mhmm!" you protest as a leash is attached to the O-ring on your collar, and one of the guards starts to escort you through the corridors. But there is no mercy for you. After about a hundred meters, you arrive to a junction, leading to another corridor filled with cells made of glass, each with barely enough room to accommodate a person.

First it is you who gets locked into one of the cells. Elena is escorted further. You are knelt down, as expected, your leash attached to the O-ring in the middle of the cell. Your legs are strapped together and you get a blindfold, just to make sure you are completely helpless. You receive an injection in your neck, containing the nanites. Then you can hear the glass door locked in front of you, as you are left alone with your thoughts.