Good Nature

Your index finger curls closed as you resist a more devious desire. A deep breathe out and you begin to ask, 'Are you ok?.. its ok, I'm not here to hurt you. Can.. can you even understand me?' Her large wet eyes look up to you, trying to comprehend. She then desperately starts pulling at the braces again, hurting her wrists even worse.

You quickly scan her with your pokedex but turn up nothing, unknown pokegirl. She must be from another region, which might explain the language gap. Your fingers grasp at the wrist brace in vain, you know very well that it wouldn't open by hand but it was instinctive as you start to panic from her urgency.

You take a moment to examine the machinery.. the wrists are bound into adjustable clamps and the tightening mechansim is driven by the straps core. You start to think.. Initiating a release would normally alert security to come assist with removal of the client.. you can't just push the button.

You leave her side and skurry behind the machinery.. strap core leads to pressure sensors, which then.. ah hah! If you can flip the gear backwards and then make the system think it needs to tighten, you should be able to make it release her without alerting the system.

You grab your tools as the pokegirl continues to sob and struggle. The sound of her brace wracking against metal makes you anxious, you want to tell her to stop and wait but know it would be in vain. Within minutes however, the cog slides out, flipped around and locked back into place.

Now to trigger the sensors.. if you can slide a screwdriver head between the pressure sensors, it will attempt to tighten and unknowingly release the braces. You attempt to reach the tip of the tool into the machinery while standing to the side of the table, but its just not working out from any angle you can reach. Since the table is tilted at a 45 degree angle, you will essentially have to climb ontop of it, right where the pokegirl is to reach it.

You walk to the foot of the table and realize her look of concern is focused on the screwdriver in your hand. You your open hand in the air, trying to communicate that you're not going to hurt her.

Golden eyes watch you carefully, with white hair falling in her face and over her narrow shoulders. You slowly climb onto the table with your feet resting on the plateau below her feet. Her knees and thighs tighten together defensively as you slowly start laying down, struggling to reach her elevated wrists while trying as much as possible to not make her feel violated.