Poor Felina's heart sinks instantly as she hears the all-too-familiar footsteps return to the stage. Having finally worked out the meaning of the redhead's earlier comment about lowering herself being to thrust her breasts out like some sort of hooker seeking clients in order to reduce the pain, she resolves to follow every word carefully this time. No doubt this ingenious and brutal sadist will have devised something to make the final fifteen minutes so unbearable that she will yield and sign a fresh contract, trading a far longer period of suffering to escape just a few minutes; could even this tormentrix come up with something so severe, yet stay within the rules so the hostess isn't forced to free her as with the drunken oaf with the duct tape?

The ice-cubes being added to the flexible tubes over her breasts might just do the trick. For the first few blissful seconds, they dull the burning pain from the chemical coating — then the cold starts to hurt. Worse, as the ice starts to melt, it moistens Felina's skin, making the chemical burning worse as well as reminding Felina how much more intense the electric shocks were earlier when delivered to wet skin, thanks to the greater conductivity!

The redhead leans forward and says softly to Felina in a seductive tone "just throw the switch, and your poor freezing breasts will be warmed up again soon — and you'll be sparing poor little Lou over there some shocks as well!"

Pressing the last handful of ice into the poor bound blonde's chest, the redhead strode over to confer with the hostess while she waited to see which way Felina decided to put the switch now.