Yep, and it doesn't go well

Screw it, she wasn't feeling particularly charitable towards the rules Reyes had insisted on. Hastily she snatched up the pen, then straightened and walked as quickly as she could back into the meeting room. She held the documents over her crotch again, pen concealed between the sheets of paper.

She sat down gratefully as soon as she reached the seat, though she couldn't help a squeak as her bare behind met the chair. Deep breath.

Cheeks still tinged red, Karen spread the documents out on the table. She glanced towards the door again, making sure no one was looking in.

"Don't mention this," Karen murmured, picking the pen up with her writing hand.

And she resumed the questions. She did her best to focus on what the document was saying, and what Frank was saying, rather than dwelling on the fact that all she had on was a thin band of paper that covered her nipples but little else. And while she was writing she didn't even have the luxury of crossing her arms.

She squirmed, shuffling to the very edge of her chair, only to squeak as her shins brushed Frank's chained legs; hastily she drew her legs back, still perched on the tip of her chair. The desk was the best source of modesty she had.

Just focus on writing. They were halfway through the questions now and it was definitely going much better now she wasn't constantly running each and out of the room. So long as-

"Miss Page!" a guard burst through the door.

Karen yelped; she tried to palm the pen, but too late. The guard's eyes caught on it, and a second guard peered in behind them.

"We saw the pen was gone," the second guard said. She tensed. "You know potential weapons aren't allowed in here. Stand up."

"I-"

"Stand up!" the first guard said. He glowered; Karen yelped.

Flustered, reluctantly, she obeyed. She shifted out from the bolted-down chair, trying to angle herself as much as possible to stay facing both the door and Frank, keeping her back away from them and keeping both her hands over her bare pussy.

"Roll the pen towards us," the first guard said.

"Slowly," the second added.

Flushed, Karen crouched slowly, reluctantly giving up the pen. At least she'd made a decent start, that was something-

"Ah!" Karen yelped as the second guard suddenly hurried over to her, now apparently content the 'weapon' was well out of Frank's reach. Frank just rolled his eyes.

Karen squealed again as the woman gripped both her arms, pulling them back; Karen resisted, flushing, only to yelp again as the struggling proved a little too might for the tight band of paper that served as a bra.

"What are you-" Karen began.

"You broke the rules," the woman said. "Visit over. We can't trust you with Castle so you're coming out."

"Ok, ok, you don't need to- ahh!"

The guard finally succeeded in pulling Karen's arms back, pinning them to a spot just above the blonde's ass. There was a click of handcuffs; Karen's eyes widened she she stumbled forwards, newly bare tits shaking with each awkward step.

"What-"

"You put a weapon in reach of castle," the other guard said.

"It was a pen!"

"Doesn't matter, you knew it wasn't allowed," the guard said. "Have to see what Reyes wants done with you, but we can't let you loose without say-so. It's either negligence or sabotage."

"Or I just wanted to take notes!" Karen squeaked.

Pale cheeks flushed, and the stark naked Karen stumbled out of the cell, cheeks burning. She didn't even want to think about how much Frank had seen, let alone the guards. A whimper escaped her lips as she tugged on the cuffs.

Oh god, she couldn't even cover up!

"Not for us to decide," the female guard said. "Are you going to wait patiently?"

"C-can I have my clothes at least?!" Karen said, eyes widen.

"Not if we can't trust you," the guard said. "Who knows what you smuggled in?"

"Nothing!" Karen yelped. "Give me something at least, you can't keep me like this!"

The cuffs rattled uselessly. Karen didn't think she could blush any more; today was meant to involve exposing less, not going full-frontal!