You're furious, but you do what he says anyway.

After getting dressed as quickly as you stripped in the first place, you glare at Dawson once more. He just leans on the wall and watches you. You exchange no more words as you leave, feeling the uncomfortable wetness he left in seeping into your briefs with every step.

Daniel, the cybersecurity guy on the desk quickly changes his screen from something as you enter the room. He looks flustered and red-faced. You don't care. He's pale and frail-looking, which doesn't surprise you, most cybersecurity guys and girls spend most of their time in virtual reality. He stands up, reaches under the desk, and pulls out an ancient digital camera on a coiled wire.

"Let's get your picture then, Zoe. Back against that wall there."

You're too exhausted with today to make a scene, so you just do what he says, leaning backwards against the wall with your arms crossed.{if TornClothes =True} He raises his eyebrows at your the bare flesh beneath your torn clothes, clearly enjoying the view, but doesn't say anything.{endif}

He gives you a smile while holding the digital camera up to one of his eyes, pointed at you. You just glare at him, causing him to look away.

He's probably gonna wank off to that later. Asshole.

Placing the camera on the desk, he proceeds to reach for one of the data-chips plugged into his terminal, plucking it out. He scrawls "J-EP" on its label sticker with a black pen and poor handwriting, before holding it out to you.

You don't say anything to each other throughout. You notice him staring at your covered chest whole time. You snatch it from his hand, and leave.

The other guard on the gate opens it for you as you approach.

"Hope you enjoyed the Junkton hospitality, ma'am."

You give him a furious glare, clenching your teeth, and walk on in through the gates.