Yes

You shake your head, then hand the $100 overs. “A hundred, for not wearing a damned collar,” you mutter under your breath.

“Thank you, your **** is going through processing now, please wait here.”

You take a seat and wait a while, after about fifteen minutes. A blonde woman wearing a gold collar and bustier enters the reception, a naked girl with shaved hair crawling behind her. The first woman left her there, then walked off.

The naked girl looks around, then makes eye contact with you. You try not to check out her body out of respect, but when your eyes meet hers, you realise it’s Naomi.

“What— what did they do to you?”

Tears flow from her eyes as she kneels there. You walk over and crouch in front of her, hugging her as she cries.

“I’ll wear the collar,” she sobs. “Just don’t make me come back here ever again.

“What happened to your hair?”

“I look horrible, don’t I?”

You shake your head. “No you don’t.” She has a kind of Natalie Portman in V for Vendetta kind of look, she’s still pretty, even with her head shaved. Though you know it must be tough for her.

You take your jacket off and put it on her. The sleeves go way past her hands, but at least it covers her body up, and you’re much taller than her, it covers her ass and pussy.

“Let’s get out of here,” you say.

You help her to her feet and walk her towards the door.

You completely forgot about the collar, so you have to put it around her neck, clipping the padlock in place. You head for the nearest cab, stroking her shaved hair. You’ve never seen her look so fragile.