Processing

Cindi's shock of the display at the punishment gazebo settling down somewhat, she was once again able to focus on her own situation. How dare her stepfather send her here! How dare these people strip her? She knew Warwick's reputation, everyone did, but she also knew this was some kind of mistake. She was an heiress! A swimming champion! And more than that she was a model, a professionally recognized hot girl! She was supposed to get what she wanted dammit!

She told herself she just needed to focus, priding herself on being able to bend and avoid rules she disagreed with, she was convinced it was just a matter of time before she found her in.

Lost in her own thoughts, she was brought back to reality by the bus coming to a halt and her handler Adam getting up and telling her this was their stop. Cindi wasn't shy about her body but as she stood she still blushed crimson feeling the eyes of the semi-packed bus on her toned ass. This feeling only deepening as she stepping into the fresh afternoon sunlight. This close to the front gate the crowd wasn't very thick but there was a fair amount of foot traffic.
Cindi was lead into a small building for in-processing, there was a solitary woman behind the dozen or so counter stations where Adam handed over a folder of forms. Including a copy of her I.D. the signed contract, and a few other odds and ends.

Cindi was very aware of the wall of windows behind them and the group of a dozen or so people currently looking and pointing camera's through them. The woman now holding a thin leather band complete with I.D. tag instructed Cindi to bend forward over the counter so she could attach it, when Cindi hesitated momentarily wide eyed and glancing back at the window, the woman repeated herself again but with reinforced hardness to her voice. Cindi jumped into action, while Adam scribbled a note onto his clipboard. The woman behind the counter took her time adjusting the clasp and locking the piece into place.

She was lead naked and newly collared into a side room with a mirrored wall and ballet bar, she recognized the photography equipment immediately, having seen similar setups for years during her time modeling. As she was lead through a series of poses documenting her condition upon arrival at the facility Cindi found herself thankful to be out of the public eye for a time as she took what felt like to her as naked mugshots, that feeling of thankfulness was admittedly lessened when she was instructed to take a wide stance, bend over and spread her cheeks for the camera. She heard the camera shutter click and couldn't stop herself from glancing over at the monitor setup for quick approvals by the photographer. She wasn't sure if it was possible to blush any harder than she already had but if it was possible she was doing it.

Shortly after exiting the photography studio she was met once again by Adam in the lobby of the small processing center. He informed her that the center was on skeleton crew during the school year and that they would have to go to the med for her health evaluation. Preparing to once again step outside in the nude she was pleasantly surprised when Adam handed her a hospital gown There was a small inch or so gap in the back but she felt immediately better to have some form of covering.