The girls are given the test, which has its own embarrassing features

(Chapter originally by faith on writing.com)

"Eek! S-stop it! Don't touch there! That's private! Stop! Stop embarrassing me! Ooh! Noo!"

Minako's words were a random jumble as they fell from her mouth. Somehow her current predicament was raising her shame to a whole new level. Her ordeal before this moment had been a nightmare, an endless parade of humiliation and exposure. And yet, for all her carnal acts and public displays her emotions had been somewhat insulated by the company of her fellow SEES girls. Every time they had touched in public she knew was a shared experience of mortification and giddy excitement. In a way it was like getting a Persona all over again- as a group they were suffering through hardships and torments that they alone could understand, and as a group they were helping one another deal with the situation. There was some comfort to be found in knowing that your naked lover was going through the same throws of embarrassment along with you...just as there was something wonderful in knowing her touch was sending thrills of pleasure through her lovers even as they pleasured her.

Now the hands stroking her intimate places were the hands of strangers. She was helpless, naked and embarrassed on public display! All along she had felt that certain shameful thrill of being the hapless toy of her recent lovers, since the three had taken turns tying one another up and playing with their bodies the night before. And yet now the feeling was so much worse (and paradoxically so much more arousing) as nameless strangers took liberties with her most intimate places, squeezing her breasts and butt and tracing their hands down her inner thigh! Their fingers refused to dip into her inner folds, however, a fact she was both relieved and intensely frustrated by. She was being mercilessly teased by women she didn't even know! Whatever cold comfort she had been able to take from touching her girls in public was gone, making her shame all the deeper.

(Her girls? What the hell? That sounded like something 'other her' would say. These were her friends! Comrades in arms! The girls who had her back in battles. The girls she knew better than anyone, the ones who had enhanced her Persona through their Arcana laced bonds. These were the girls she would go through (literal) hell for, the ones she would protect no matter what. So...okay, yeah. These were HER GIRLS. These were the ones she knew and loved and...and DAMMIT if they were going to be publically groped and humiliated SHE was the one who had the right to do the groping! Or get groped by them.... Ugh, this was embarrassing!)

"Ahem!" came a dramatic voice in front of them.

The three girls gasped in unison, so caught up in their humiliation they had failed to notice someone else had entered the cage. Before them stood a tall brunette with thick glasses and her hair pulled back, wearing what appeared to be a scientist's lab coat over....a french maid outfit? Mitsuru groaned to herself. In her current state, the peculiarities of the Kirijo Group were an extra embarrassment she felt ill equipped to deal with at the moment. Given the ultra secret nature of the organization coupled with the pseudo-militaristic and hyper advanced fields they dealt in...there was a severe amount of cross-pollination with their employees. Hence, how a well-educated scientist might do double time as a maid for the Kirijo household.

"Hello, Ma'am! Vera Von Horne reporting!" The science-maid said, offering Mitsuru and the others a lazy salute.

The three naked girls and the small horde of molesters assembled in the adjacent cage stared at the new comer.

"You are with the Kirijo Group." Mitsuru said at last. It was an unnecessary statement, but she could think of nothing else to break the silence.

"....You don't recognize me?" Horne asked in apparent surprise.

"Err...well..." Mitsuru stammered.

"....ahem. In any event, it seems you three have contracted a severe case of Eden Syndrome! Fortunately, the Kirijo Group has developed a simple agent to diagnose that condition, so it should be a simple matter to confirm for the police that you are victim of the malady. Assuming you aren't faking." Von Horne said, emphasizing the last point with a sharp look.

"Who on Earth would fake this? Why would we go around in public like this??" Yukari snapped.

"How did Kirijo find a method so quickly?" Mitsuru said at the same time.

"Well, you could all be perverts for all I know. No offense, Miss Kirijo. As for the method, let's just say they've had these little buggers on tap for awhile now." Horne said, producing three small sealed vials with some sort of clear liquid inside them...and something else squirming about.

"Are those...shadows?" Mitsuru asked in alarm.

"Shhhhh. Exnay on the adowshay, huh. But yeah. Specifically slivers harvested from larger specimens and put on ice. Outside certain environments these guys dissolve faster than dry ice. But they make really good specimens for experiments in the meantime! Which is how we figured out about the diagnosis."

"......and just what does this entail....?"

"Easier to show you!" Von Horne said, approaching Yukari with one of the vials.

"Hey! Wait! What are you...ACK! Get away! Stop! No! Not there!" Yukari squeeked as the shadow sliver was carefully removed from the vial and pushed in between her legs.

"What do you think your doing?" Mitsuru said in alarm.

"Shadows react to other shadows. So legitimate cases will keep the slivers alive, while fakers will cause them to dissolve. Simple, no?" Von Horne said as she came towards Mitsuru.

"Von Horne, under no circumstances will you-EEP!" Mitsuru cried as the tiny shadow creature practically leapt up between her folds.

"And that just leaves you." Von Horne said, holding Minako's vial up.

Minako gulped and tried to close her eyes, but morbid curiosity **** her to keep one of them open a crack. The semi-permeable black tendril snaked into her vagina without prompting. At first it just sat that. But soon Minako felt a twitch...then another...and before long the little beast was moving all around inside her. After a few minutes of exploration, the creature started a squimy dance that made Minako gasp. An enticing feeling of pleasure was settling in, growing as the thing grew bolder. She and her girls squirmed in their bonds, helpless to do more than feel the pleasure moving through them and blush furiously for the crowd of onlookers.