Maris grabbed some sticky tape from nearby and taped Nyx's wrists together. Then she placed a cloth in Nyx's hands and said, "Now go. Go on, clean up your mess."
Nyx was bright red as she walked back out in those impossible heels. Three sets of eyes turned to watch her. If not for the fact that she had made a mistake in the first place, Nyx would have left this place without hesitation.
None of them spoke as Nyx mopped the floor with the cloth, on her hands and knees as Maris had instructed. She could feel Maris's gaze watching her from the doorway.
One of the Molis said, "She's got a nice ass. Look how it sways from side to side." Then she—or someone—trailed her fingers across Nyx's curvy buttocks.
Kathy added, "It deserves a spanking for what she just did."
The hand hovered above Nyx's backside, or so she thought from her kneeling position. Having her hands bound made balancing difficult.
"Go on," said the other Moli, laughing. "I dare you."
