Clara checks on Rose

"You know," said Clara, looking Rose up and down, "I don't think you're embarrassed enough."

"Oh, no, please," said Rose, her cheeks glowing bright pink. She was locked in the stocks in the Red Keep's courtyard, bent over, her breasts hanging free, her bare bottom presented to a group of giggling maids who kept stroking and pinching it. "I'm very embarrassed. I promise."

"I don't think you're embarrassed at all. I think you've gotten used to it."

"I never get used to it!" Rose blushed even more as a handsome young knight walked by, glancing over her naked body and the sign hanging around her neck that said STRUMPET. "I'm telling you, I don't! This couldn't possibly be more embarrassing!"

"I don't believe you. Do you know what I think, Rose? I think you need to spend some time in the Shame Room."

"No! Not the Shame Room! I hate the Shame Room!"

"Would you rather be here than the Shame Room?"

"Yes! Anything but the Shame Room!"

"So you're admitting this could possibly be more embarrassing, then. It would be more embarrassing if you were in the Shame Room."

"Um..."

"So you lied to me, Rose. Do you know what happens to naughty girls who lie to me?"

"I... um..."

"What happens, Rose?"

"They... they go to the Shame Room."

"So where are you going, Rose?"

"I'm... I'm going to... the Shame Room."

"Correct."

"Clara, please don't send me to the Shame Room."

"Oh, don't worry. I can't send you to the Shame Room right now."

"Oh, good."

"Lara Croft is in the Shame Room. I'm told she's experiencing quite a lot of shame."

"Uh..."

"Don't worry. She'll only be in there another hour. And then it'll be your turn in the Shame Room."

"Oh."

"What do you say?"

"Thank... thank you, Clara, for embarrassing me like I deserve. I love you."

"Good girl," said Clara, giving Rose's bottom a pat. "Now, I'm going to go get my typewriter so I can make a few changes to the Shame Room. I'm going to make it even more shameful, just for you. Maids, why don't you entertain Rose by pouring honey all over her and licking it off? I'll be back in just a second."

As the maids started pouring, she walked off towards her private tower. A long flight of stairs led her up to her bedchamber, where the magic typewriter that gave her power over the Land of Fiction was kept. She opened the door, walked in and looked around, frowning.

"Strange," she said. "I could swear I left the magic typewriter right here."

"Yes," said Alice. "You did."