Well...

Milza sat at her small, dingy kitchen table, a frown slowly spreading across her face as the little candle she had been starring at for the past hour slowly burned down to nothing.

"She... she's not coming..." the prostitute mumbled in defeat, her voice betraying a twinge of regret and sadness.

The lady of the night slowly stood up and stretched before preparing for bed.

"Stupid," she said to herself as she started unlacing her slinky, sleazy, see-through dress. "Why did you think she was going to show up?"

Milza slipped out of the dress and draped it over a rickety chair. She leaned over to blow out the little stub of a candle when she heard a weak tapping at her door.

The prostitute leapt in surprise, and walked over, not bothering to cover up.

"It... it couldn't...? No..." Milza mumbled as she fiddled with the lock on her door. "That's just wishful thinking..."

The heavy door creaked open as the prostitute's face turned from hopeful, to shocked, to worried, to... excited?

"Oh my..." was all Milza could stutter.

Standing before her was Pammy, still as naked as ever, with all her bindings and gag in place, but with a few... *ahem* additions.

The hair on Pammy's head is looking messier than ever, with bits of straw sticking out of it at odd (but cute!) angles. Her face is flushed crimson, and little bits of drool dangle from the edges of her still-gagged mouth. Several cheap and large metal rings , the kind used for holding up shower curtains, now dangle naughtily from her ears and - more shockingly - her erect nipples. Lewd messages and crude graffiti have been painted on parts of the guard's body, saying things like "Dirdee Birdee," "Bad Gurl," and "Punish Me."

People have apparently taken that to heart, if the redness of her poor bottom is any indicator, but most shocking of all to Milza is what she sees between Pammy's legs. Her once-impressive bush has been shaved off, revealing a pair of very puffy, very pink, and most importantly - very wet - lips!

"What happened! Are you alright?" The streetwalker worriedly asks as she gently hugs Pammy, eliciting a moan from the gagged-girl. "Oh! S-sorry..."

She pulls the gag loose from the guard's mouth.

"P-please..." Pammy moans. "Please... F-fuck me!"

Milza blinks in shock for a moment and then smiles and quickly leads the wayward wench inside, slamming the door behind them.