Chloris tried to look disappointed, and gave Katie a last, longing look, stroking her cheek softly.  Her eyes looking deeply into Katie's tried to say "we will escape," though she had her doubts.<br/><br/>She turned off the shower, opening the glass door, and stepping out slowly and grabbing a big fluffy towel.  Under better circumstances, this would be a slow and sensuous routine, a warm and dry towel running all over her body.<br/><br/>But it was not better circumstances, and she dried herself off with efficiency, draping the towel back in its place.  With a resigned expression, she turned around, as ordered, and placed her hands behind her back, wrists crossed.