Zeta allowed herself to be restrained, being aware that Khementari was in control. She was an ally, and a fellow droid. It would be against her interests to do anything damaging. She found herself splayed out on the bed, strapped down as if for the slaughter. Her eyes remained on Khementari for the duration. Her threads sent out self-defense alarms... but that was all. "Pleasurable? I am sorry, Khementari. I do not have a concept of pleasure. I am only resolving that it would be best to defend myself."