Shannon Isn't Keen On Being Processed

"I'm an intergalactic detective." She said. Her face went a bit red from even the suggestion of being forced to wear a slave suit. She lifted her badge and waves it in the greeting slave's face. "Badge." She added, just for emphasis. "I'm here on official law enforcement business. I'm going to say we should skip this whole processing thing."

"This one is sorry, but it must insist." The greeter's tone was flat, insistent. "All females on Tang 4 must be processed and suited. You are female, correct?"

"Correct." Shannon crossed her arms.

"The law of Tang 4 is absolute." The helmet of the gretter's suit displayed a document showing the a piece of legislation. A cursory glance revealed the title: FEMALE SUIT ENFORCEMENT ACT. "If so desired, you may appeal to the wise masters to grant you an exception based on your special circumstances. But, that will take three to five business days and until that point, the law must be obeyed. Even by intergalactic detectives."

Shannon, paused to consider. Being dressed up like an object without even a face was humiliating, but having her pussy exposed would be downright mortifying. Still, it would do no good for an officer of the peace to flagrantly ignore a planet's laws. What kind of backwards ass planet was this? She walked around the greeter, then turn backwards. The greeter pivoted around, but otherwise remained both in place and in near-robotic posture.

"And if I said I had no intention of following you to processing, and just decided to walk to the embassy?" Shannon asked.

"You would be arrested before you could leave the building, and this slave would be put in the punishment box for two weeks for failing to do it's assigned duties." Not even the mention of her own punishment seemed to get a rise from the greeter's voice. It was strangely chilling.