Still naked, Chanel and Hazel received a final dose of anti-meddling discipline that began as they faced each other on adjacent platforms. Bound hand and foot, legs folded by a rope-link and silenced by wraparound microfoam gags, the innocent women writhed indignantly until Chanel lay with her head in Hazel's lap. Once the cold-hearted operative's assignment was successfully completed, he disappeared, though not before leaving his subjects hogtied; the wide-eyed friends arched intensively as their bare feet flexed above their hands until they were freed from rope.