<strong>Melody, Enzo's clinic, then hotel</strong><br/><br/>She had to be defiant, to start to not cower to these beasts. Her head was killing her, but she refused another drop of alcohol, especially if it was from her own breast. Melody remembered little after that, Enzo must have knocked her out or something to that effect, because she had no idea the things he had down to her tender body was she was unconscious. She would soon find out though and not be happy at all.<br/><br/>When she woke, she was in some fancy room, perhaps a hotel? She wasn't sure, but she felt like she had been hit over the head by a baseball bat. Did this mean she was free to go? She was naked still, and by chance hoped there were clothes in the closet.  She rooted through what was there and noticed her hips were wider as well, she was 'deformed' by her standards, and anger instead of shame boiled in her blood.<br/><br/>She threw on another dress, hoping it would cover most of her new "flaws".  She peeked out of her room and saw no one around. Perhaps they were done with her, they had already done enough by her standards. Melody walked out of the room and down the hall to the exit to the street, once there, she had both men and women staring at her. She thought it was because she looked different, but then others looked different as well.<br/><br/>Men brushed up against her on purpose, women licked their lips and one even grabbed her ass trying to get to Melody. As her stress level built, Enzo's sexual modification took over and Melody got stimulated right there in the street. Even more men encircled her at that moment and she actually feared she might be raped then and there.<br/><br/>She quickly turned, and panting from the stimulation, walked briskly back to her hotel. She was done, angered, and she would have a word with Enzo, even if that was the last thing she ever did in her life.