<strong>Wiebke Koch, arriving in the Special Therapy Rooms with Cynthia from the Dining Hall.</strong><br/><br/>(http://zeospot.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/office-treatment-room-interior-design-588x882.jpg)<br/><br/>Wiebke smiled in approval, collecting her papers and files. “Right this way,” she ushered with a wave of her hand.<br/><br/>She let Cynthia deposit her trash and return her tray before moving with her to the hallway. The entire way to the treatment room, she was careful to stay to her side and slightly behind her, a habit she developed after having worked at the Sanitarium for as long as she did. Cynthia was by no means dangerous, at least, she hadn’t exhibited any violent behavior, but more often than not, Wiebke escorted a restrained patient with some orderlies. Just because she was alone didn’t mean she shouldn’t be careful.<br/><br/>When they arrived at the treatment room, Wiebke paged for some orderlies on the intercom, then deposited the files on a sterile stainless steel table. The room had been prepped beforehand neat as can be, with several trays of vibrators and electro-stimulating gadgets suitable for both men and women, as well as specialty devices made for either sex.<br/><br/>“If you would like to have a seat for a minute, please feel free,” she offered, slipping off her suit coat to reveal a creamy white blouse. She went about washing her hands thoroughly, then slipped on a pair of latex gloves.<br/><br/>Two orderlies arrived, one of which was carrying a black leather straitjacket (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c6/Straitjacket2.jpg). Since Cynthia was new to her treatment, protocol dictated that she be appropriately restrained until she could be trusted to remain docile otherwise. Wiebke made a simple gesture for them to continue, and the two orderlies quickly stuffed her arms into the sleeves, and then buckled them down tightly.<br/>