The pressure that kept Isera's chest… No, her entire body suppressed, didn't just vanish.
First, right as the ungodly beauty reached out towards Isera's chest, she heard an already familiar click before the pressure split into four parts, all pulling towards a different corner of a square one could pain over her upper body.
'Are those… belts?'
Startled, Isera raised her head only to see four, black and strangely flat ropes fall off to the sides only to then hand off the edges of the very same seat that she saw that pale-faced man sitting in.
'So those weren't restraints but rather… ropes used to keep one firmly seated?'
A flurry of thoughts later, Isera recalled the few times when the strange vessel she was in rapidly changed directions. And upon connecting the dots, she quickly came to realize what fate would have in store for her if not for those precious belts.
