Her legs, however, received special attention. Rather than being tied together, or to the legs of the chair, straps were hooked under her knees, then ...rawn up to the back of the chair, effectively leaving her groin wide open. She dressed, as like many young American women, as a tease, favoring some kind of schoolgirl outfit. She wore a white blouse with sleek, rolled up sleeves, a very short pleated skirt (tiny white panties visible from her position), and knee high socks with heels.. " Katherina talked with her mouth half filledwith sushi. "And I proud of you. But you need to take good care of yourlook. Your hair is not ok. And you need to learn how to apply makeup.But don't you worry, I will take care of your first step."We finished our lunch at the sushi restaurant, and Katherina walked meto a beauty parlor. Before long I found myself sitting in a chair infront of a mirror. My hair was washed, and something smelly was appliedto it. The woman who was attending me chatted. They were forcing her to take him deeper. One was saying, "Swallow or choke."'Where does he come up with all these little buxom blonds?' thought Wendy. 'Then again, I'm blond over blue ... just not buxom.' She shivered. The idea of playing 'games' with Catfish distressed her. 'I need a clear mind for this.'"Wanzor, my Seer." Catfish spoke, "you have had a sign?" 'She damn well better have had one. I was just getting ready to relieve my overload.'"Yes, my King." No obeisance for Wanzor ... she. Scared from past experience." And you aren't?" Shawna crossed her arms defiantly, leaning back in her chair."A little," Hope acknowledged. "Not like the pair of you, though. You both need confidence, and some idea of how to defend yourselves. Come on." Where are we going?" Yvonne asked."You'll see." Here?" Yvonne looked up at the sports centre for a moment, confused."Yep," Hope smiled a little nervously, turning to face Shawna."Marcus' class?" the redhead asked, and Hope nodded."It's... You.