@ TaciturnTiger (Jori):  In moments the two of you are led downstairs into a secluded chamber, two, in fact, both of them clear and closed to the other, with nothing more than a bed, a buzzer, a sealable restroom stall, and a glass entertainment and communicator panel built into the wall.  After a few minutes, you're directed to a room for what would best be imagined as a decontamination scrub...<br/><br/>After some time set back in your cell, all sorts of things are fed through to you... to clean your system out, they explain.  Food, primium and gold-leaf tablets to get rid of the magic excess... but the issue becomes more and more worrisome when Agent Carlos shows up at the communicator in your cell.  He's looking much better, about as good as you're starting to feel thanks to the scrubbing.<br/><br/>“I'm sorry it's been such a mess, Miss, but white the poisoning was acute, it wasn't long enough to cause any permanent damage.  They're going to let us out after a day or two of observation.”  He sighs.  “Are you feeling well, otherwise?”<br/><br/>The screen flickers momentarily, and divides as a third communication, without invitation, breaks through.  “All security personnel to the lobby, disturbance...”<br/><br/>A second flicker, and the cell lights short.<br/><br/><br/>@ Ome (Stella):  The night starts to fall in time... and the hours slink by with your excitement.  Before you know it, you've awoken to your alarm – enough time for a shower and a bite, before the prep-work for the whole shindig that would be the biggest event in sports entertainment this millenium.<br/><br/><br/>@ KavenBach (Santi):  Shari giggles once more as she turns your head to one side, your hands still bound, and her lips, supple and full like her perfect smiling cheeks, press to yours, and in an instant your entire body is wracked with cool tingles, eye-to-eye hers are captivating, and the feelings you're getting seem to be returned from her.  Her tongue wets both your lips over and over, and at this moment, your come to the realization that your feet are bound as well, and the binding rises, warm, over them, up to your knees.  Shari struggles to keep her eyes on yours, but it soon becomes apparent... what Tim is doing.  His soft lips parted, envelop you beyond your knees next.  His cheeks are upturned in a bit of a devious smile, and swallows again... his tongue now worshiping your soft rear.  Indeed, Shari's warm hands massage from your tummy up, trying to comfort and relax every muscle in you.<br/><br/>“Savor every moment, beautiful.” Shari's hips burn with body heat as she presses close to you all over.  “And call us... Jack.” Her warm, wet tongue dampens your ear gently.