With a free-standing ladder held by two of the stage hands, Louise and another guard climb up to get level with the escape queen's legs. Despite the heavy restraints, she can see the muscles are still tense and working. The knees bending at a sharp angle by the ankle-to-waist ropes she once added, in what feels like another world, and the calves covered in. But the thighs are still working, slowly, almoist imperceptibly moving.

Louise points at the thighs with her penis prop, trying not to blush; her own hands wouldn't be strong enough by now to do what this takes, but the muscular guard pushes his fingers in between Miss Felina's thighs and separates them. They hear the escape artist's moan at this new assault. Louise undoes the board and pushes it between the thighs, the raspy points set to scratch against the other woman's legs. As the muscular man moves his hands out, Miss Pan Teer's thighs slide back, and they hear a hoarse gust of pain from the suspended artist. "Please for give me" Louise thinks as they make their way down.

Once down on the stage, her hands are tied behind her back again and she is once more chained down to the bolt in the floor. Now, surely, the show will begin for real - but how will it end?