She does not and the machine picks gloryhole

"Help, please, let me out!" she called.

"Four, three," the voice kept counting.

"Stop, interrupt, stop," she called again, slightly worried about either of the options. Public nudity obviously was bad, especially if someone would realize that she was a princess. But neither of the other two sounded better.

"No selection made by you Leonor," the computer voice said. "Randomly chosen option: Gloryhole."

Before Leonor could protest, she noticed an opening in front of her face opening, just big enough for her mouth to fit through. Then some metal clamp closed around her head and forced her into position. She could feel the air blowing past her lips as they stuck out. Then another metal rod slipped between her legs, giving her some sort of sitting opportunity. But before she even realized what was happening, the rod started to vibrate.

Outside of the booth, the advertisement had changed and two large arrows pointed to Leonor's lips, which stuck outside.