Yes

Molly careens around the corners of the hallways, frantically looking for an elevator before she is noticed. Her cuffed wrists make it harder to run than she anticipated, and she nearly stumbles a few times. The icy clamps on her nipples stay locked tight, pinching hard. As she runs, her breasts bounce and the weight of the ice yanks her nipples, eliciting some quiet moans from the intern.

This floor is luckily just as silent as when she arrived, and Molly doesn't run into anyone else. She finds the elevators with no wrong turns, and bursts into the women's bathroom next to them. Thanking her luck that no one is inside, she stops to catch her breath.

After her unexpected run, Molly is breathing heavily, but manages to calm her nerves a bit. She's still anxious that someone might show up, but figures she'd have the chance to dash into a stall if needed. Molly turns to look in the mirror.

Her reflection shocks her. She sees her usual self, with mid-length dark hair, glasses, but at the same time everything's changed. Her modest tits are fully out, bra hanging open. Her nipples being pinched, and her wrists cuffed behind her back make it impossible for her not to stick her chest out. She looks at her face and finds it flush. It would be a lie to claim that the encounter with Cold Snap hadn't turned her on a bit. Or a lot. Honestly, the fact that she was completely at his mercy was a big contributor to her arousal. Her panties were still damp and she blushed deeper thinking about it.