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isabella stegner is no virginal maid marian (judicatory) wrote in bellumlogs,

One by one, the shadowy figures disappeared with what was left of the girls' virtue as they continued to rattle off stories befitting the sort of comedy mothers and critics deemed too filthy and crass to have been released to the general public. As the judge evaporated into a wisp, there was a deafening (and welcome) clack of locks unlatching followed by a swoosh as the doors swung open, as if pushed by a phantom force.

Finally graced with the option of leaving the courtroom if she wished, Isabella turned to her fellow former captives with a smile of relief to see that the metal links holding Russell to his chair had slackened. Despite her affinity for men in chains, she was never one to leave them in their restraints and she helped Russell free himself from the chair before taking advantage of the room's gracious opportunity to leave.

Having been expecting step out into the long, somber hallways of a courthouse, Isabella was somewhat taken by surprise when she entered the lobby of Bellum Letale. "Well, I guess that's that, then," she remarked with a small sense of loss that this part of her particularly realistic dream had come to an end, but looked forward to what else her subconscious had in store for her tonight. With a slight, sideways smile of a kinship that unwittingly occurred when one experiences unnatural events with a group of strangers, Isabella, well aware by this point of the infamous stubbornness of the elevator, headed up the staircase to the sixth floor.