Even as she finished the course, the curse placed on her with the tattoos worked, slowly changing her, twisting mind and body to enjoy, to crave the sensations even more.  The cravings were weak still, but they would grow, stronger and stronger until she could do nothing to resist them.<br/><br/>Some time later, Lina woke again.  She had obviously been dressed and cleaned while she was passed out, and the insidious toys had been removed from her, but she was clueless as to what else had happened to her.  The room she found herself in was much different from the rest of the arena however, as she was laying on a carpeted floor, and a faint scent of perfume hung in the air.  After a few brief moments of confusion, she realized that she was in Illaria's room once more, likely her "reward" for winning the race.  Illaria herself lay on the bed, currently asleep, her arms shackled above her head to the bedframe.  The endtable had a small card that simply read "Congratulations", sitting next to a key.