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Hannah sits on the edge of her bed, wearing nothing, tapping her toes on the plush carpet of her hotel room.
She digs her toes into the carpet, checks the time on her phone, runs a hand through her hair and bup-bup-bahs a little song to herself. Her hands are a bit trembly already.
She glances towards the door again.
A pink-haired girl wearing a grey hoodie and black jeans slouches in, fiddling with something in her hoodie pocket. Turning, she closes the door behind her; then she turns back towards Hannah.
"Yeah. Mid-top of my back and then radiating outwards. Design three was good, I'd like that one."
"Yeah, fair. I can go with that. Do you want to do this standing or sitting or lying down or what?"
"Probably best if I'm lying down so I can't fall down. And you might want to chain me up."
"A bite-gag is usually useful too. Not that I don't enjoy screaming, but..."
"Yeah." She pulls out three sets of cuffs and a bit gag from the console in the center of the room. "Two for your legs so you don't kick me, one for your arms so you don't punch me, gag for your mouth so you don't scream."
"Get me a telepathy pendant too so I can safeword through the gag."
Hannah puts the pendant on, then lies down with her arms above her head. Looping one of the pairs of handcuffs through a hardpoint at the top of the bed, she snaps them onto each of her wrists.
"I'll need a little help with the gag and the foot cuffs."
"You know you could've done it in the other order. But sure." Rose fiddles with the cuffs and locks Hannah's legs to a similar hardpoint at the bottom of the bed. "And before I get your gag, any objections to the palm brand?"
"No, I trust you. You have a lot of experience at this and... I don't. So do what you think best."
"Yeah, I just gotta be careful not to think with my cunt here. This shit's dangerous even in the Bowers."
"Yeah." She pulls the hard bar into Hannah's mouth, and secures it behind her head.
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