Go to Arkham

You decide to follow up on the message from Arkham, sending a reply that you are available at their earliest convenience. Almost instantly, you get a response inviting you to the facility this afternoon, so you suit up and head to the asylum.

A curly-haired blonde with thick rimmed glasses greets you from behind the reception desk as you enter Arkham. "Shadow, thank you for coming. If you'll proceed to Conference Room A down the hall to your left, the hearing will begin shortly. Dr. Stream is already there and can catch you up to speed."

With a nod you proceed to the conference room. The room is set up similarly to a courtroom with one larger table raised up at the front and smaller tables in front of that on either side. Other than that it's a very plain environment with plain white walls and tile flooring with a couple potted plants making a sad attempt at livening up the room. The only other person inside is a thin middle aged woman at the front of the room. She has her dark brown hair tied in a bun and is wearing a tight-fitting black skirt and a white button-up blouse. You can just make out the impressions of a lacy bra underneath as her chest strains against the blouse, but you catch yourself from staring just as she looks up from her work. "Come in, come in." She walks around the table and shakes your hand in greeting. "Thank you for meeting us on such short notice. I'm Lynn Stream and I've been the lead for Miss Isley's treatment here. This is all a formality really, but we have to dot all the i's and cross all the t's before we can finalize Miss Isley's release."

"Release?" The last word catches you off guard.

"Well yes. Miss Isley has been a model inmate in her time here and she has made real progress. We believe she is ready to lead a productive life outside this facility." You swear you can almost see a green glint in Stream's blue eyes as she says this. "Ah here she is now," she says before you have a chance to question her further. Ivy enters the room, escorted by a burly guard. She gives you a wink as she is led to the one of the smaller tables at the front of the room.

"Miss me?" Ivy asks you as she takes her seat.

"I was going to ask you the same thing," you respond as you sit at the opposite table. "I don't know what game you're playing here, but I'm not letting you get away with it." Something clearly isn't right. Stream dismisses the guard, leaving the three of you alone in the room. This time, you're sure you saw that flash of green in the doctor's eyes from her seat at the head table.

"Why Shadow, I have no idea what you are talking about," Ivy says with a grin. "Dr. Stream and I have been working very hard together and it hurts me that you don't believe in my rehabilitation." She puts on a pouty face for good measure.

"Let's begin," Waters interjects. "Shadow, we have already heard testimony and reports from the other witnesses to Miss Isley's crimes. There were a few things we wanted to clear up with your report." She starts paging through some files in front of her. "Now in this latest incident, you and the Huntress were with Miss Isley in a secret lair. How would you describe Huntress' emotional experience of the event?"

That's an odd question... "I wouldn't want to speculate on her feelings, but if I had to guess I don't think she enjoyed being held captive."

"Really? You wouldn't say that she experienced ****, intense pleasure..." Stream lingers on the last word, her eyes glistening with green again and you're pretty sure the little nubs rising on the doctor's shirt aren't from a change in temperature in the room.

Ivy grins at you again. "Yes, I think she rather enjoyed her time with me."

What the hell is going on? Did Ivy break free of my commands? I told her she had to stay for her whole senten-- crap. She's trying to get her sentence terminated so she can leave. Gotta be more careful with the loopholes. "Well I think that any emotions that were induced from a heavily **** state should not be considered genuine. And speaking of which, I'm a little concerned about your state Dr. Stream."

"I assure you I am feeling wonderful..." You notice the room has the slightest tint of green now, where everything was very white when you entered. The potted plants appear to have grown in size and there's the finest mist of something radiating from them.

"And how are you feeling, Shadow?" Ivy asks in a sultry voice. "Is my presence bringing back any pleasant sensations?"

Thank goodness for those tiny robots keeping me safe. Otherwise I'd probably be majorly fucked up right about now. A small moan escapes the lips of the doctor as a hand has disappeared under the desk. You need to get control of this situation fast before it's too late.