Asteria in control

Asteria stopped next to the first woman on the right. She was young, probably in her mid twenties. A little computer off to her side was monitoring heart rate, blood pressure, and EEG through a set of electrodes. She was wearing a white latex bodysuit that gave her a lot of cleavage over her breasts and not much coverage over her genitals. Thick, white latex opera gloves were on each arm, although the gloves had no finger articulation and were more like mittens keeping the hand in a fixed palm blade. The woman was also wearing white latex knee-high boots which were as bulky as astronaut boots.

Asteria decided that she had to get at least one of these women out of there, tonight. She started shaking the woman in front of her, trying to stir her enough to wake her up.
The woman’s eyes opened.
“Are you ok? Can you move?”
The woman took some time to get her bearings, and then nodded. Asteria carefully removed the IV needles and the electrodes.
“Who are you?” the woman asked.
“Don’t worry, I’m on your side.”
“What about the others?”
“I’ll come back for them. Let’s get you out of there first.”
Asteria helped the woman to her feet and guided her down the hallway to the exit. The woman was able to walk on her own after a few moments, although her boots had no articulation at the ankles so she had to walk slowly. The woman seemed to hesitate climbing down out of the bus, so Asteria guided her down one step at a time.