"I'm not a fetish. I'm a woman." Sarah complained, handcuffed a short distance away.

"I've never seen that pamphlet before." Hannah said. "Let me read it."

Minerva finally regained her sneakered feet, grunting sharply into her gag.

Beatrice frowned at the food. "Oh, come on."

((Sorry for the shortness of the response. I couldn't think of much for this juncture. I'm sure I'll have better next time though.))