An austere voice can be detected somewhere in the room; and even if the figure is just a shadow by the entrance, it has the power to regulate each of the girls’ moves, as if they were marionettes, controlled by strings that can either force them to “keep their tummy in”, “tuck their rear” or “articulate their feet”.

It couldn’t be! Was I in another world, was this place a practical joke or was this really it? I desperately searched for something, someone that I could associate myself with, but there was nothing…