She keeps quiet

The man rubs his hands down the sides of Marian's skirt, then over her ass, frisking her far more roughly than airport security ever dared. Recognizing that he is well situated to follow through on his threats, Marian bites her bottom lip to keep her protests to a quiet whimper as he checks the front of her skirt, then reaches under it to grope her through her panties. She yelps involuntarily at this - the first time anyone other than her doctor has touched her down there - and he emerges in time to see her look of humiliated indignation. "Oh, that is too perfect! I'll want that face in the photos; we'll call that your 'tortured innocence' look when the time comes..."

Marian barely has time to register this before he begins groping her breasts through her clothes. "Fuck, those feel spectacular! But, you're definitely not hiding anything in there, and I'm aching here, so let's get down to business... Katie, put something on, you're going to shiver too much to hold the camera steady..."

While Katie walks away to retrieve her abandoned clothes, the man gently guides Marian down to kneel on the carpet, leaning slightly to the right to support herself against the end of a shelf. He rummages in the bag, and comes out with a whiteboard and a red marker. He writes something she can't see, finishing as Katie returns, wearing a hunter green v-neck t-shirt, tight enough that she's obviously braless; a red-and-black plaid pleated skirt, falling about two inches above mid-thigh; and black sandals. She's carrying Marian's phone, apparently dropped at some point during the chase. The man directs Katie to freshen Marian's lipstick and straighten her glasses. That done, he props the board in front of her, and steps aside with a barked "gimme your best pout!" as Katie starts snapping pictures. He takes the phone, and scrolls through the pics before leaning down in front of Marian. "You've been great so far. A real trooper."

She scowls. "It's not like I've had much choice."

"Right enough. But we're going to uncuff you here in a second, and to make sure you keep cooperating, here's what we're going to send to all of your contacts if you don't keep cooperating..." He turns the phone to show her the photo. The angle hides all evidence of the cuffs, so she appears to be simply kneeling with her skirt riding up and her breasts deliberately thrust out, the much-brighter-red-than-her-usual-shade lipstick making her expression look more sultry than angry. On the board is neatly printed:

SELLING MY VIRGINITY
HIGHEST BIDDER
LIBRARY SPECIAL COLLECTIONS ROOM
2 AM
ALL HOLES SOLD SEPARATELY

Marian's face turns beet red as she studies the photo, anger momentarily overriding awareness of her position, or any thought of how he knows she's still a virgin. "You wouldn't dare!"

"That, my dear, is entirely up to you. Do as your told, and no one needs to see this. You get your phone back when we're done. Cross me, and find out what your friends do with such an offer..."