“Yes you better had.” Juliette said to kaira, “Then I suppose we had better restore them to a reasonable size of an inch or so, otherwise Davis is just going to start whining again.” Her brow furrowed a bit, she shouldn’t really care if Davis would moan. But they did need to be brought back to regulation size for selling anyway. She entered the lavatory, which was specifically built for sorting out prisoners. The room was large, and chrome with a single procelein toilet in the corner with a sink a little bit in front of it. She placed karia on the edge of the sink and slipped down her tight, striped skirt and laced lingerie. She grabbed a few strips of paper and laid them about the seat before sitting down and getting comfy. She didn’t even have to exert any pressure, she merely let the pressure in her bowels go as the prisoners, encased in a thick log slid out. The toilet bowl had a metal grid plate to prevent the prisoners being flushed away as the waste hit the grid with a wet thump. She reached for a few rolls and quickly cleaned herself off, letting the paper float its way onto the grid aswell, before she stood up, her firm soft rump bent over the seat and the cheeks still parted slightly as she pulled up her lingerie and skirt. Rather than bothering with the rubber gloves and shifting through crap to find them, she turned to Karia and asked, “Once you are finished you wouldn’t lift the two prisoners out and drop them into the sink?”