Madeleine reached into her handbag for the final item she needed. Most people thought blindfolds were an effective way to blind a subject, but in her opinion, they were far too easy to rub off. Instead of a strip of cloth, she pulled out a little black bag; a spandex hood, actually. Hoods were far more oppressive, when done correctly, and could accomplish much more than a simple blindfold. There was the matter of having to improvise something for Lila yet again, however. Madeleine frowned and thought for a moment. She supposed she could use her other leg warmer as a blindfold. It was long enough, and she could simply wrap it over her eyes. But as she felt the smooth, spongy texture of the spandex hood in her thinking, she realized it was a little misshapen. To her surprise, there was another crumpled hood stuffed inside.<br/><br/>She chuckled at the little bit of luck. It wasn’t quite enough to undo the misfortune of having to keep Madame Naumov’s student trussed and quiet, but at least it was something.<br/><br/>“Now, Madame Naumov,” she began curtly, flapping the hood loose with a flick of her wrist, then cupping the older woman’s wrapped chin in her hand to bring her gaze to hers “It would be a shame if you or your student decided to be a bother to me or my associate. Your husband requested you unmarked and unspoiled, however…” Her eyes drifted to Lila next to her. “…well, let’s just say he’s not expecting any extra baggage.”<br/><br/>With that, she pulled the hood down over the woman’s head. The spandex bag itself was remarkably small in comparison, but it stretched tightly over her face (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/97/SpandexHood.JPG) to the point where it outlined her nose, eyes, and the tops of her ears that still poked up through the bandage gag. There was just enough stretch to get it over the blonde bun at the back of her head, until the mouth of the bag cinched snuggly at the top of her neck. She ran her hand over what would have been the Madame’s cheeks, making sure the fit was snug.<br/><br/>Satisfied, Madeleine turned her attention from Naumov and rounded on the wide-eyed Lila, flapping the second hood loose. “Likewise, Miss Piper, I cannot stress enough the fact that you are collateral; extra weigh, so it would be wise to show us that you are worth carrying.”<br/><br/>Like teacher like student, she tugged the bag over her head. The black material swallowed her head the same way, spongy, stretchy Lycra encasing her features tightly.<br/><br/>Neither hood had air holes. The material was thin enough to let air pass through, but just barely. Madeleine had sampled all of her equipment personally, and she knew just how hot and suffocating it was within the darkness. Another little tidbit of the job she hadn’t revealed to Naumov, though she probably knew it quite well, was that her husband was a petty man, and quite dedicated to a grudge. He had specifically requested Naumov to be made as uncomfortable as possible in her journey back to Russia. Madeleine had a few ideas about that, and with the new addition of Lila, a few more options opened up.<br/><br/>She left the duo struggling beneath the barre. They certainly weren’t going anywhere, and she was only going to step out briefly. Once outside, she joined Sergei. “I’m going to pull my car around to the alley,” she informed him. “Be ready to load them into the trunk, Naumov first. I’ll hogtie them, and then we can move them someplace quieter while I contact Maksim.”<br/>