The room was white and featureless. There was a medium-sized, rectangular table across the center. She was sitting in one of two chairs, primarily white plastic with shiny steel legs.
Behind her on the wall was a clock, physically built into the wall, and opposite her was a large metallic door, operated by a keypad where the handle should be.
To the right of her was a mirror, probably a one-way window, and above that in the corner was a camera.
Luxuria was wearing a simple white dress, the trim passing neatly over her knees, a pair of simple white plimsoles, and a plain white longsleeved t-shirt.
Her wrists were bound with a strong fibre cable, a few inches in length, between two strong cuffs.
Her features were delicate and pretty, she had a young face, mid-twenties maybe, with long brown hair, her deep blue eyes surveying the room once again.
She waited patiently, drumming her fingers on the table-top.
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