Leave her, they've got work to do

Nora glared for a few moments, before suddenly pausing. She seemed to be listening to someone, some voice only she could hear.

Reluctantly, she slumped, though she still kept one arm outstretched for now.

“We need to focus on Mallus,” Nora said. “She’ll… get what’s coming to her after.”

She seemed almost disappointed. Still she waved her hand slightly, turning Sara around on the spot to get a good long look at the rest of her, making sure Sara flushed.

She must have said something to Damien, because the next thing Sara knew he was pulling her arms back, and pulling something from his pocket to tie her wrists together.

Sara still struggled against the magical grip, but nothing happened. Her wrists were bound, before she was turned around once more to face Damien and his glaring, nude daughter.

“See you soon,” Damien said.

There was a sudden rush of energy and Sara stumbled, pushed back to the street. She quickly managed to get up, even with her hands bound, but the two had gone.

For a moment she considered pursuing, anger rushing through her. It wasn’t as though she was any less humiliated by this state of affairs.

But, no. Focus. Even if she did find them, she couldn’t do much. They had their magic, and she had…

Her cheeks flamed suddenly, remembering her state. Nude, and her hands trapped behind her back. She squirmed a little, knowing it was futile but trying to get through the cuffs anyway.

Nothing. She hurried back, remembering where her team was.

Someone shouted; she turned her head to the voice, only to see some local down the street staring at her. Stumbling, Sara quickly turned away.

Damn it, was there no way to hide? If she faced him he could see her tits, if she tried to look away he saw her ass, and her arms were trapped so there was no way to cover.

Trying to shake off the embarrassment she hurried on, to the room where her fellow women of the Legends would have been waited. She ran into the door, knocking with her shoulder, squirming.

Zari was the one to open it. She blinked to see Sara.

“Didn’t go well,” Sara said. Then, as Sara still stood there; “Let me in!”

“R-right,” Zari said.

She stepped back, letting Sara hurry inside, and closed the door behind her, quickly concealing her own body from the street outside.

Sara squirmed still, struggling against her bonds. Even inside there was no way to cover herself, to protect her modesty from her teammates.

“I don’t suppose you can help me out of these?” Sara said, struggling.

“Do I look like I’ve got pockets for lockpicks?” Zari said.

It was worth a try. Sara slumped, flushed, waiting impatiently for the men to return.