Yvette quickly disappeared back into her workshop and emerged with two lengths of rope. Mercedes and Veronica looked at each other but were forced by Broussard and Auriane to wait patiently. The inventor quickly bound their hands, then, before leading them away, decided to remove what garments they had left. (Patreon)

“There’s no time for that,” Broussard ordered Yvette, who paid no heed as she pulled down Mercedes’panties. “Ohhh, not a natural blonde, after all?” Veronica almost cracked a smile, until Yvette knelt next to her and tore her own undergarments down. “Natural or not, I don’t know, she’s bald down there.” “Just get them inside, fast, before we’re discovered,” Broussard ordered. Yvette popped up a finger as if she had just been reminded of something important. In very little time, the two guards were gagged with their own panties and left locked in a closet at the back of the inventor’s workshop.