...plays as Jo begins the walk down the aisle.

"Your... bride..."

Jo shudders as she hears her words play over the loudspeakers, and her eyes grow wide when the double doors swing open. She'd tried everything, anything, to try and escape. But after sending her message to Bastian, after dressing herself in her prison of satin and lace, she'd been unable to move... even as she grew more and more aroused. Still sexually unsatisfied from Bastian's earlier attentions, the feel of the stockings on her legs, the satin bodice on her breasts, even the silken strands of hair on her bare shoulders... they were driving her mad.

Then the bell tolled for the appointed hour, and she felt a stab of renewed terror.

If she didn't get away soon... It'd be too late!

Petra and her assistants came in then, cooing over how well she'd turned out. Jo couldn't speak, couldn't ask questions or make demands. They placed a bouquet in her hands and led her to a large hall.

She could hear her words coming from behind the doors... her shameful, shame-filled confessions. Tears began to leak down the side of her face.

Petra dabbed at her cheeks with a handkerchief.

"Now now, a proper bride doesn't cry until she's begun to walk down the aisle. You do remember what I told you? About happy endings and being a good girl?"

Jo's eyes grow wide.

Petra had told her:

"So then.. untill the moment the vow take place, if you do your utmost to be a good girl... a good bride... then I promise that we will do everything that we can to give you a happy ending. Okay?

Jo finally found her voice.

"I've been a good girl," she squeaked. She felt a moistness in her groin and bit back a moan. "I swear it."

That's when the last line of her message is played, and the double doors swing open.

"Then tell me, little miss Jo... what would your happy ending be?" Petra's eyes grow strangely as she asks this question. "With complete and utter honesty, I want you to think of what, right now, will make you the happiest."