At first, Felina does not feel much. But then her skin begins to itch, and then prick, and finally her whole body seems to be on fire. She contorts herself in all directions, feeling the jolts of electricity shocking her repeatedly as the copper chains swings around madly, yanking on her clitoris, labia and nipples. She screams to the top of her lungs into the gag. By now, she is much too weak to lift herself off the cylinder, but the powerful irritant succeeds in pulling out of her nerves the last remnants of her energy.

At last, Felina manages to understand squirming does not bring anything except more pain. She manages to force herself to ignore the fiery sting and remain motionless. This lower the pain level a little bit, although she is still getting shocked. She finds out that, by thrusting her breasts forwards, by relaxing her shoulders and legs to the maximum, she can lower herself by a couple of centimetres. This is just enough to keep the copper balls off the electrified cylinder. Just enough, if she does not breathe too deeply, if she remains perfectly immobile.

Then begins the long wait. Five minutes, six minutes, seven minutes... Her abundant sweat is dribbling down her chains and then dripping on the floor from the balls. Eight minutes, nine minutes...

At last, the timer buzzes.

The hostess takes her mic and announces:

"Ladies and Gentlemen. We are now 5h and 45 minutes into the show. In 15 minutes, We are going to free our wonderful artist and she will go back home with her prize. This will be the end of the spectacle... Unless... Unless one of you can succeed in making her sign a new contract and stay with us a little longer. This is your last chance! Do not waste it!"