Accept the punishment.

Jen was so exhausted and disappointed. It was probably inside one of the balls that rolled out when she jumped in. Or in one of the corners. But there she was, wasted all of her headstart for nothing. The girl dropped her head right back down in defeat.

"Why did you run away from us? We had a lot of fun!" — Tiffany said.

"The orders are that you are punished for your deeds, but we decided to stretch the definition of that just for you." — Aisha continued. — "We wanted to take you away, but everything we need for your detainment is actually right in this room. You can stay in the pool and take a rest while we construct your correction facility."

"No funny stuff, or else we might change our minds. Dolly's gonna catch you real quick." — the blonde watched at her hooded fellow maid with pride. Her mittened hands did not actually look particularly catching, but Jen had no intention of testing them out.

The least restrained of the trio, Aisha, approached the 'Builder's Kit', pulled the lid off and whistled. Tiffany then joined her for a talk, but their whispers were too quiet to be understood from inside the pool. The snaps in her boots kept their metronomic rhythm, and Jen was tired of it, so she slowly resumed the search to occupy herself. They were slowing and quickening for some time, but once she grabbed one of the balls deep in the corner, they stopped completely. Pressing the ball from both sides made it open and drop a key.

Jen held it in her hand, not really knowing what to do with it.

"These bitches are gonna notice, aren't they? Even if I just stick it in there. Besides, I need two more keys to stand flat on the ground again anyways."

The girl threw the key out of the pool and into the room's corner. The soft floor absorbed most of the sound. Meanwhile, Aisha got to work. She drew a gun-like tool from the 'Builder's Kit' and shot it towards the ceiling. The shell attached itself to the ceiling and left a rope with a hook hanging down.

"The fuck? They're gonna hang me? What was the original punishment if that's their 'softer' one?" — Jen thought.

"Come here Jenny! We're ready!" — Tiffany exclaimed cheerfully.

The girl ejected herself from the pool with a lot of pulling and groaning and looked at the apparatus that the maids have constructed. Now there was a cable hanging from the hook that, indeed, ended with a loop.

"Does that go around my neck?" — Jen asked bluntly.

"No! It goes around your waist! It lets you fly around while you're here. Such a shame that we can't do a whole lot through your steel suit, the giant vibrators from these box looked... promising. Worry not. I will wear one in your honor." — Tiffany said.

"We'll come back later and ask if you are ready to become a Maid of the Mall like us." — Aisha continued. — "Then we'll get you off the hook or, if you are ****, we make the punishment more severe."

Jen thought for a second, looked at Dolly guarding the door and nodded, allowing the belt to be locked around her steel waist. Standing straight required standing on the very tip of her boots' platform. While she was getting used to her new position, a small conversation took place:

"This is a serious thing, only gonna get stronger with time. It'll fuck your mind out, you'll have an intellect of an ice cream cup soon." — Aisha said with a look of concern, holding a viciously looking vibrator in her hand.

"Someday it was going to be time to take my devotion to the Mall to the next level. This Jen girl had no hole for it, so I'll tak it instead. Do it." — Tiffany said back without a shadow of doubt.

Aisha sighed heavily, but did proceed to raise the blonde's short skirtie and prepare for the act. Her pussy was already wet in anticipation, and they did not need to wait for much longer. Aisha inserted the device, causing Tiffany to gasp, and let go only when the round metallic blue base was left outside. Jen barely managed to see the keyhole appear before the black and white skirt covered it.

"Oh my god. I think I feel them starting."

Aisha looked at the second vibrator lying just outside of the box and said:

"Let's get you out of here. We have our dusting duty to do."

As the maids left her alone in the room, Jen started thinking.

"There certainly is a way I can get off the hook on my own, I just have to find it. Don't need a key for this one."

The pain from wearing her shining white stiletto boots for so long and so far was distracting her, and the girl relieved her feet of the pressure by lifting them away from the floor. Losing touch with the floor, however, distracted her even more.

"To move unhingedly around the space. To fly."