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Emilia was preparing for her part. Siiri left her alone for some time, but when she was back, Emilia was still hesitating. She was more nervous about showing herself in a slave outfit to her friends than being forced to serve in the club owned by a sadistic slaver. However, Siiri was amused with Emilia. Gir liked to tease crew members with tight pants and small bikinis, and she enjoyed being at the center of attention. Especially if the attention was from Matias or Dmitry. She had tortured boys more than enough. But naturally, being collared, bared, and submissive was different from strong bikini girls teasing boys under her control, not the opposite. 

Siiri was feeling the collar with her fingers. It was a well-crafted metal collar decorated with leather, and padding made it nice to wear. Only conductive parts of the padding reminded me that this was a real thing that could hurt one who wears it. The collar was paired with her communicator, and the application was installed there. Tapani had created a Domigram page for Siiri, and the content there looked very authentic. Even the timeline of the Domigarm page was correct. It was well known that Tapani knew computers, but Siiri knew this was beyond his skills. Most likely, he had made shady services to someone who works in the media company. 

Emilia was walking around. She was touching her slave harness and trying it on her clothes. They were not in a hurry. The mission would start much later, but it was good to get Emilia ready and test that all connections worked. With the My Slave application, Siiri would know the exact location of Emilia, and Roman would have a shadow application on his device. Finally, Emilia dropped her pants off and threw her bra on the bed.

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