Yes.

"You have proved your willingness to become a part of the Mall. But you are only in the beginning of the way. Follow me."

Beth looked down from the bench. It was going to hurt. Again. In the meanwhile, Amy asked:

"Why are you naked, Driad?"

The brunette turned back to the pink-hair, her face getting tinted with anger:

"That's Mistress to you from now on. Slaves don't ask questions. They only speak when asked to. You made a commitment. Stay by it, and you will be rewarded."

Intimidation worked better than she expected. Amy's mouth kept apologising, her body kneeled, yet her eyes were sparking with joy. She was happy to serve and to be punished, and it was as clear as the fact she could not have it in her past life for some reason.

"That's a cute little detail to the story. Too bad it will be a short one."

Beth silently grabbed Amy by the ring and pulled her towards the shelf maze. Expecting no more questions, she hopped onto the wooden fixtures as soon as she could.

"Open these shelves and look at what they have, ****." — Beth was getting better at that commanding tone. She started opening the shelves on her side as well, keeping an eye on Amy just in case.

While the pink-hair was rummaging through a pile of keys, Beth suddenly grabbed her wrists from behind and quickly wrapped them with handcuffs of her finding and pushed them closed.

"What the fuck?" — Amy backed off, only to stumble upon a shelf. Any attempts to get her hands from behind her back failed miserably. Her confused eyes looked at Beth's dominant stance.

"I said 'look', not 'touch'. That was a good enough excuse for cuffing your arms together. You won't need them anyway. And mind your language, ****. You've been so unruly, weren't you?"

"No! No! I will obey you! Anything!" — Amy's fear was starting to show. What was going to be next? What was her Mistress up to?

"Come with me. I'll show you something."

They both arrived to the very first shelf Beth examined before.