Their end of the deal

"{if@ Deviance < 40}Are you at least going to untie me?" You ask stroppily{else}Can you untie me now please." You remind them{endif}.

"Aye. You did yer duty." The Scottish barber uses a cut-throat razor to slice away the ropes, freeing you.

You check your phone - you have a new message from Natasha.

"You're too late. Mission has had to be cancelled. Operational Command will debrief us next week."

So... We are... Undercover officers? Secret agents perhaps? Or am I misunderstanding?

Either way, it doesn't seem like you'll be able to see Natasha today after all.

"Will you at least let me wash the cum out of my hair?" You ask the barber.

The men just laugh at you.

"Be on your way, lassie!"

With a forceful pat on your butt, the Scottish man forces you back out onto the street.