Nicky set her pair of suitcases down on her bed, before stretching. As she did so, she arched her back, making a minor show of her curves. However, the only observer she had at the moment was another vixen with similar markings, and a few years older. Between her paws, she was carrying a large trunk by its end handles. After a moment, she set down the trunk in front of one of the closets and spoke. "It looks like you're the first one here. How do you think your roommate will handle your showing off girl?"
The younger vixen flushed lightly, before responding. "I suppose she'll have to get used to it mistress. Did you have to lock all my silks at home? I think I look better in them."
The statement elicits a brief chuckle from the elder vixen. "You do look better in them, but I don't think the campus dress code is ready for them. Besides, who said they were all left there?"
Nicky's eyes brightened at the question. "This girl then thanks her mistress for the opportunity to wear them here, if they happen to be among the clothing that was packed."
"Speaking of packing. Where do you want me to stash this trunk?"
"Just set it on the floor in front of the dresser. I don't want to stash it in a closet until I've sorted out how the room's going to be arranged."
"Have you thought any about who you'll give the emergency bracelets to?"
"Not yet. Both Mari and my RA are possibilities, but I'd like to get to know them before I offer one to either."
The response to the statement is a curt nod, and another subject change. "Why don't you get started on the room condition report. I'll head out to the car and grab the bookshelf."
Nicky nodded and fished a form out of the side pocket of one of her bags, along with a pen. She then started running down the list of items in the room, checking their condition. As she worked, the other vixen slipped out the door of the room, heading for the parking lot. A few minutes later, a tap on the open door was heard, and Nicky looked up from the half-finished checklist that was laid out on one of the desks. In the doorway was a snow leopard, carrying a pair of suitcases of her own. Nicky was the first to speak. "You would be Mari I presume."
"Correct. I assume that means you're Nicky."
"Yep. I've kinda claimed one of the beds, but you can stash your stuff on the other for the moment as we work on the paperwork. Are you wanting to bunk the beds?"
"The extra floor space would be nice. Flip a coin for the lower bunk?"
The vixen nodded and fished a quarter out of her purse which she'd set next to the paperwork on the desk. "Heads or tails?" As she asked the question, she flipped it over to show the two sides.
Nicky tossed the coin in the air, and gave a chuckle as it landed on the ground. "Heads it is. I guess I get the upper bunk."
By the time the elder vixen had returned with the folded bookshelf, the pair of beds had been bunked, Nicky was finishing off her copy of the paperwork, and Mari was half way through her form.
Once introductions had been exchanged, the pair of vixens worked to set the book case up. As they did so, Mari finished off her paperwork, enabling both roommates to turn their paperwork in at the same time.
The first day of classes was the following Monday, and Nicky's first class of the day was her Marketing 101 class. In addition to the normal textbook and homework, the curriculum turned out to include a group project component. The project would last the whole semester, and involve coming up with fake product and developing a sales plan for it. The class was broken into groups of 2 to 4 students, and Nicky ended up being paired with a wolf from the magic-affinity side of campus named Ryan. After some brief discussions, the pair decided to meet up at Ryan's dorm that afternoon, with the wolf giving Nicky a room number in Pact hall.
The campus was set up so primarily tech affinity students resided on one side of campus, while the majority magic affinity students resided on the other. Sandwiched in the middle were the administration and classroom buildings. When Nicky tried to locate Pact hall, she nearly walked right past it. Luckily, she noticed a low profile sign indicating the building's name. As she approached the front door, she shifted her laptop bag from one shoulder to the other. The focal point of the magic affinity side of campus was a small wooded area. Gortwick, home to the enchantments department, was a couple buildings over. However, most of the classes she was taking were located closer to her dorm.
Next to the front door was a crystal ball that she assumed functioned the same as the phone box by the door of her dorm, but she ignored it. Upon touching the handle of the door, she felt a small tingle, causing the fur on the back of her neck to go up, but the door opened a moment later when she tugged on it. Once inside the building, she found herself in a typical dorm lobby, though lit with glow crystals, rather than the electric lighting she was used to. Even so, the atmosphere was warm and welcoming.
It took her a moment to realize the front desk was unattended. She puzzled a moment at this, as she understood that all dorms were to be locked when the desk was unattended, before looking around for directions. The room number Ryan had given her was on the second floor, so she hoofed it up the stairs. A couple minutes later she knocked on the door of his room.
A moment later, a voice could be heard from inside the room "Who's there?"
This resulted in a pause, then "Enter." As he spoke, the door swung open on its own accord.
Nicky padded in, shifting the bag again as she did so. As she entered the room, she took in the decor. Placed in front of the windows was a sturdy stone worktable, with a well organized set of metal and leather working tools stacked in a holder on one end of the table. Located along one wall was a standard dorm bed, though with a metal frame rather than the wood frame on hers. The walls were obviously stone, with glow sconces similar to those in the lobby for lighting.
As she looked around for a place to set her bag, she spoke "First time I've been in a dorm on this side of the campus. Is it normal for the front door to be open with no one at the desk?"
Ryan had been seated on a chair in front of the work table, and he turned the chair around before responding. "Actually, it isn't. The hall is rather heavily warded, and only those beings wearing a peace binder may pass through the entrance. Did you notice anything when you came in?"
"A slight shock when I touched the handle."
"That would be the wards recognizing your binder. If they hadn't you wouldn't have been able to open the door." He pauses a moment, then continues "I hadn't pegged you as wearing one. What's your MagApt?"
Nicky looked around the room, before settling on the bed. "2+. Yours?"
"3. They're requiring binders for 2s now?"
"Not that I've heard. Only reason I've got it is because Mistress was a bit lazy when she rebuilt my collar over the summer and enchanted it to match Dad's. He's a 4. She said it's easier just to make everything the same level."
"Bit of a difference in effort required though."
"It means she can just grab when she needs a binding, rather than having to look at who it's for."
"Why'd she need to rebuild your collar? Did you bump into a barrel of magic sludge or something?"
Nicky shakes her head. "She needed to rework how the blocks are activated and removed while I'm away at school."
"You aren't commuting to campus? I didn't think a summoner would let their mark go away so long."
"Dad wasn't exactly summoned. More like he picked the wrong snack, and I was the result. When I was growing up, she decided the best way to keep a rebellious sucubi under control was to collar her."
"Resulting in a bit of a discussion between them?"
"That would be an understatement, though he couldn't exactly do anything about it."
Ryan shifted a bit in the chair. "Why didn't you decide to dorm in Pact hall?"
"It wasn't on the dorm list and I wanted a tech affinity dorm." She taps her paw a couple times on her bag before continuing. "I grew up in a tech affinity environment and would be lost without my computer."
"I suspect housing probably could set you up with a tech room here, though it'd probably be on the ground floor, and I don't know how well you'd fit there."
"The dorm is kinda split by heritage. Celestials are on the third floor, Infernals on the second, and summoners on the ground. Don't be surprised if the slingers ask you about your binding mark, though that's one thing I know they'll respect. I assume you can't remove it?"
"Not without permission. I think I can count the times on one paw when it's been removed, and only once could I have left the dungeon."
"That sounds like a bit of a tale."
"Short version is mom cracked, and tried to commit suicide by 'cubi. It kinda worked."
"Dad showed me how to harvest, but we decided to return her soul. Probably says something about our mindsets as much as his."
"I think some of the profs in Slornan would love to hear that horror story."
"Summoning and eternal studies."
"Why did housing decided to stick everyone in the same building?"
"I think one reason was to make building the wards easier. You never know when a novice summoner will screw up big time, and bring in something they can't control. A second reason likely was to keep all the weirdos in one place. The reason they state is that it is to promote cultural understanding between the factions."
"Anyways... project planning. I assume my laptop won't screw anything up if I power it up?"
"Shouldn't. The wards are able to handle any electronics they've got downstairs, and I can't seen the builders making the wards any weaker up here."
The vixen nods, and pulls the laptop out of her bag, opening it up, and waking it up from sleep. "What ideas have you had? Target market was supposed to be the 20-25 demographic."
"I'd have a better idea of how to try to sell an enchanted gizmo than something electronic."
"Doesn't narrow the field of possibilities much. Are you thinking leisure or practical?"
"Leisure. Ever played Mechs and Missions?"
"Can't say I have. Table top RPG I assume?"
"Yep. Standard go on adventures, kick ass, and loot everything you see type game."
"So what's the idea related to it?"
"An enchanted gaming surface. Has an illusory 3-dimensional gaming surface for battles, registers the dice rolls, and automatically handles all the bookkeeping for battles."
"I suppose an idea in a similar vein would be an effects holoprojector for people playing mage type characters in Wizards and Wyverns LARP games."
"Could be a more impressive project if we were actually able to make a demo version, and I don't know anything about holoprojectors."
"I don't know that much about them either. All a question of how much you want to fake it I suppose. Another possible project in a similar vein would be to take a board game and enchant it to handle the scoring in a similar manner."
Nicky scribbled down a few notes, before looking up. "Any thoughts on a plan B, just in case we're going down the completely wrong track? An alchemical lab simulator would be a pain in the rear to mock up, but would certainly have potential."
"How about a line of fashion-friendly peace binders? I'd imagine a few people would wonder just what we were on when we came up with it."
"Could also unnerve a few of them if they made the connection that we're wearing them. As a species, we don't have the best reputation after all."
"Not that it's undeserved, but you do have a point. Still, if the other ideas don't work, it's another candidate."
"Think we need to worry about how to market it?"
"Not at this point. My read of the syllabus was that we'd focus on different mediums, then come up with a unified campaign for the final."
Nicky scribbled down a couple more notes, then closed the lid on her computer. "Sounds like we're in a good place for project planning. See you in class on Wed?"
"Yep. I'd ask how to get in contact with you, but I haven't figured out how to reach your side of the campus."
"Isn't technology a pain at times?"
"Yep. As is magic. Don't forget to make certain the front door is closed on the way out. We don't want people breaching the wards by mistake."
"Makes sense." The vixen slid the computer back into her bag, then stood. "Perhaps meet at my room next time?"
"Certainly. It'd give me a chance to see what your dorm looks like."
The pair shook paws, then Nicky padded out of the room. The walk back to her room was slightly meandering as she mulled what she'd learned about the campus. When she padded back into her room, Mari looked up from her computer and shifted slightly in her chair. "How'd the meeting go?"
"Went fairly well. We batted around some possible product types to build the project around. Also left me with a few things to mull over."
The vixen settled at her desk, and set the computer back up. After hooking the power brick into the wall, she swiped her claw-tip against the scanner and pulled up her email client to check her mail. One of the first messages she found was from one of her high school classmates, sharing a video link.
Mari's ears flicked as she heard music coming from Nicky's computer and she turned in her chair, before standing and padding over to take a closer look at the video being played. As she approached, a brief siren sound was emitted from the laptop speakers, accompanied by a series of notification messages along the side of the screen.
Mari blinked at the unusual behavior, then spoke. "Dare I ask why you had those notifications written in demonic pop up?"
The combination of the dialogs and Mari's question caused Nicky to muzzle-paw before responding. "That depends. Dare I ask how you knew they were written in demonic or where you found my chastity belt?"
"What do you mean?"
"If your halo slipped any further, you'd be wearing it around your neck. Assuming you aren't already collared."
The words slipped out before Mari could catch herself. "I'm not." She then muzzle-pawed, sighed, and pulled over her chair. "Fine. No point in digging a deeper hole for myself. What do you want to know."
"Let's start simple. How did you know the messages were in demonic?"
"I saw the script growing up. My grandfather had a number of books in his library written in the script, and I was told they were books about demons."
"Did you ever learn to read the script?"
"I was forbidden from learning it. I did wonder why a demon hunter would have things written in demonic."
"Where did you find the belt?"
"I was curious what was in that chest of yours, so I opened it up."
"Despite it being locked?"
"I noticed that the latch was sticky, but I just jostled it a couple times, and it opened."
"I see... And what prompted you to try the belt on?"
"Curiosity. I've seen pictures of them, and wondered what it was like to wear one. I am feline after all."
"And you locked it."
"That was the easiest way to get it to stay in place, and I didn't think that the lock would zap me if I tried to open it."
Nicky sighed. "I don't know what mistress had the belt set for, but your tampering attempts have added a week to the amount of time it will remain locked. My computer has notified her of the attempts, so I need to fill her in as to what is going on."
She sighed again, then grabbed a headset from her desk. After taking a moment to attach it to her computer, she launched a communicator application and keyed in a number from memory. A few seconds passed while her laptop connected to the remote system. Almost immediately after the connection was made, the vixen keyed in several more numbers before speaking. "Mistress, your girl regrets to inform you that Pandora has opened her box. Unfortunately, this one's name is not Pandora, and urgently requires a conference with you so that she might have instructions on how to proceed." After pausing a moment to make certain the message didn't get clipped, she clicked the disconnect button on the program and disconnected the headset from the computer.
Mari watched her roommate, a tad bewildered by the actions. Finally, she manages to find her tongue after the vixen finishes the call. "Since I seem to be stuck in this belt for a little while, why don't you tell me more about it?"
Nicky nods and stands, moving over to the windows and gazing out for a moment, before turning back. "It's a custom belt, designed for self bondage or remote bondage. Mistress enchanted it to hold a sucubi. She never told me exactly what features it has, but I can guess at some of them. I know it has a time release lock, and tamper detection. It has mounting points for intruders of varying description, and can administer corrective shocks as needed."
Mari gives a slight nod, then blinks as some of the words finally register for her. "You're a sucubus?"
Nicky turns to the windows, and closes the blinds as she speaks. "I am. Comes from my dad's side. If you're worried about being turned into 'cubi chow, don't be. My collar prevents me from feeding, and mom would be seriously pissed if I harvested without intent to feed. Plus there'd be the matter of dealing with the authorities."
"It doesn't look like one, but it's quite effective I assure you." As she spoke, she reached up to her neck and dug around in the fur, bringing what looked almost like a cable choker to the surface. "Mistress and I were discussing giving you an emergency bracelet to help deal with things if I went feral, but I suspect she'll be reconsidering that." The vixen strode over to the room door, and lightly touched the dead-bolt. As she did so, the lock closed with an ominous click.
Mari is quiet for a long moment, watching her roommate move around. "So now what?"
"We wait. This girl has notified Mistress that she urgently need to conference with her, and girl will be contacted when she so chooses. Before she does so, this one needs to dress in a suitable manner, least she disappoint her mistress. This one would advise you to change also, but that is your decision." Nicky finishes speaking, then reaches down and casually undoes her skirt, revealing a green thong. She tosses the skirt onto her bed, before undoing the buttons on her shirt. As she finishes undoing the top buttons, she reveals her firm breasts lack any covering besides the shirt. After removing her arms from the sleeves, the shirt joins the skirt on the bed with a gentle toss.
Mari notes Nicky's choice in attire. "You don't wear a bra?"
"This one only wears such things when permitted to do so by her mistress, and only then in the style permitted." As she spoke, she retrieved the large pillow from her bed. She then placed the pillow in the middle of the floor, before rotating her chair, and setting the laptop upon it, facing the pillow. She then knelt, knees spread with her hands resting on top of her knees.
Mari watches her roommate's actions, before padding over to her bed. After a brief moment of hesitation, she slipped off her t-shirt, exposing a frilly pink bra underneath. She placed the shirt on her bed, before snagging her pillow off of it and tossing it onto the floor, behind Nicky. She then slid down her slacks, revealing the sturdy form of the belt. As she turned to place the slacks on the bed, she spoke. "I'm surprised it fits as well as it does."
The vixen turned her head to look. "At least you had the sense to take your panties off before trying it on. Though it does almost look like it was made for you." She then twisted her head back to face the computer, bowing it slightly as she did so.
The snow leopard padded over to her pillow and adjusted its position slightly, before kneeling on it, trying to echo the pose of her roommate. After a few seconds of silence, she spoke. "How do you hold that pose like that? It's not exactly comfortable."
"I've had years of practice, so I'm used to it. It also helps to have the right pillow." She pauses a moment as she stares at the screen, which was showing the picture from the built-in webcam. "I must admit, you look quite nice in that pose."
This observation causes Mari's ear-tips to flush slightly, and she tries to divert the subject. "So when do you think your mistress will contact us?"
"This one doesn't know. She could be watching us already, and we just don't know it. That's part of the design of the conferencing program."
The feline closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, fidgeting a little before settling again. A couple minutes (and another fidget or two on Mari's part) pass, before the computer screen flickers for a moment, then changes to show an older vixen seated on a throne. Her attire is a simple sundress, with a leather corset laced on top of the dress. After a few moments, she speaks. "You requested a conference my girl? From the glint between her legs, I assume your companion is Pandora."
Mari opened her eyes at the new voice and blinked a couple times as she tried to place the face, then a couple more times as her mind tried to come to terms with the puzzle pieces which just dropped into place.
While Mari was processing the situation, Nicky spoke. "This one did indeed Mistress, and Mistress would be correct in her identification." She gave a brief sigh, then continued. "This one requested the conference to provide some substance to the claim that she was not responsible for trying to tamper with your belt."
The elder vixen gives a faint nod, and speaks, shifting her head slightly so she was looking more in the direction of Mari. "From your poise Pandora, I suspect you lack experience with the formal lifestyle that my girl is used to. Should I address you as Pandora, or by your given name?"
It takes a good 15 seconds for the question to slice through Mari's cluttered thoughts and results in a visibly scared expression on the snow leopard's face. Darci closed her eyes for a moment at the expression and gave a soft sigh which was barely audible to the pair on the other end. She then spoke. "From your expression, I would assume that you would prefer that we dispense with the formalities." Seeing a faint nod in response, she continues speaking. "It seems apparent that you have some knowledge of the lifestyle, but little experience. Why don't you settle in a more comfortable pose, and recount how you came to be wearing Nicky's belt."
Mari gave a faint nod and shifted her weight forward, before shifting into a cross-legged sit. She then took a breath, ears flushing lightly in embarrassment. "I blame my feline curiosity, but that probably doesn't fly. I suppose it started when Nicky and I were talking about boyfriends. She noted that she didn't have any in high school, other than the ones in her toy box."
This observation results in a chuckle from Darci and a flush on Nicky's ears. The elder vixen then speaks. "Did she tell you why?" Both girls shake their head, and Darci nods in response. "Go on with your story."
"Anyways, Mari left her closet door open yesterday and I saw the chest inside it. I thought it might be the toy box she referenced, so I decided to glance inside. The latch seemed sticky when I fiddled with it, but it opened fairly easily. Once I opened it I found the belt and decided to try it on. My mistake was closing the lock to keep it in place."
Darci reaches over to the side and taps a few buttons, before looking back at the camera. "I assume you don't have any toys hiding under the belt." Mari's flush grows at the statement as she responds. "I do not, though I considered it."
"Do you think you'd be able to survive in the belt for a few days?"
Mari closed her eyes at the question, trying to fight back tears. "It's not like I have a choice in the matter." Nicky twisted her head to look at her roommate, then back to her mistress, a question in her eyes. Darci saw the look and nodded. Wordlessly, Nicky shifted her weight and moved to slip behind Mari for a soft hug. As she did so, Darci spoke. "There are a few options, but I will need to discuss most of them with my chain, and my pet is busy at work at the moment. What's your MagApt rating Mari?"
The question catches the leopardess by surprise, and she opens her eyes as she speaks. "S+, I believe."
Darci responded with a hard stare. "S+ or 1+?"
"Aren't they the same thing?"
Nicky handled the answer. "No. They have similar talents, but the origin of those talents is different. 1+ denotes celestial or infernal origins for the talents, while S+ denotes mortal origins."
Mari blinks at the explanation as Darci continues. "Have you ever had times where you blacked out, and woke up wondering where you were and why you were there? And you hadn't been drinking the night before."
Mari hesitates a moment. "Sophomore year of high school. Why do you ask?"
Darci muzzle-paws. "I'm starting to have a few suspicions about parts of your heritage. Do you know what a safeword is?"
Mari nods. "It's a word or phrase you use when you can't handle a scene any more."
"Are you currently submitting to anyone?"
"Other than yourself you mean? No."
This statement elicits a faint chuckle from Darci. "Good. You'll be wearing the belt at least until Friday. The first reason is to teach you a lesson for poking around where you shouldn't have been. The second reason is so I have time to consult with my pet. The third reason is so I can make some preparations for when we meet. Finally, it'll give you a chance to learn about the lifestyle. Does this make sense Mari?"
The snow leopard shivered slightly at the announcement was made. After taking a moment to replay the words in her mind, she nodded in understanding, before bowing her head in resignation. Darci noted this, and continued. "Nicky, install the controller software on Mari's computer and set up the dial codes for her. Also, show her how recharge the batteries. Mari, if you find yourself unable to handle being confined to the belt, leave a high priority message identifying yourself and stating that you are using your safeword. After you do so, wait for me to return the call."
Both girls nod, then respond, Nicky with a firm "By your command Mistress", and Mari with a nervous "Yes Lady Darci."
After they respond, Darci speaks again. "Any other questions girls?"
Both girls shake their head, and Darci nods, before touching some more buttons, and the video feed closes. Mari watches the screen a few moments, then speaks. "Now what?"
"We install some software on your computer. Mind if I take the keyboard?"
Mari hesitated, then responded. "Go ahead."
Nicky settled at Mari's laptop, and pulled up the web browser to start downloading the required programs. As she started, Mari spoke up. "So, why didn't you have any boyfriends while you were in high school?"
The question results in a chuckle and a faint blush from the vixen. "You're wearing one of the reasons. Mother required at least 48 hours notice before I went on any sort of date. During that time I would invariably end up in the belt. By the end of my junior year, Mom knew I wished to do go out when I asked to be secured in the belt."
"That's one way of preventing unwanted pregnancies, if a bit heavy handed."
"Which was a valid concern. Something like half of my graduating class dropped out. Some died in gang violence. Others went to jail. A number of girls got pregnant, and a few boys left to support their girls. Perhaps a third of those who graduated applied to college, mostly 2 year schools."
Mari blinks as she tries to wrap her mind around the numbers. While she's mulling them over, Nicky focuses her attention the the computer, starting one download and pulling up a couple web pages for others. She then continues speaking.
"Another reason I never really had a boyfriend in high school was because it seemed like half the boys were only interested in sex. Those that were interested in a long-term relationship were either scared off by my species, or the lifestyle I grew up in."
"You told them?"
"I had to. Not on the first date of course, but after a month of dating, mom insisted on meeting them. One was scared off when he was met at the door by a dominatrix with a whip and pair of handcuffs in paw. The other politely broke things off after being escorted into the dungeon, placed in light restraint, and was told in no uncertain terms what I was and why I was kept restrained. I still managed to remain friends with both of them. The later has taken to sending me random pictures involving demons and bondage. He has to be involved in the lifestyle, though I've never asked what role he takes."
Mari pauses a moment, then asks another questions, ears slightly flushed. "Any girlfriends?"
"Only a couple, and neither lasted beyond the second date. Mom didn't care what the gender of my date was, only that I was going somewhere unescorted. I think you have to be at least somewhat bisexual if you're a 'cubi, otherwise you might not be able to feed. It's not like I didn't get plenty of practice in pleasuring another lady."
"Yep. Mistress' prerogative after all."
Mari fell silent again as she watched her roommate start a couple more downloads, then begin installing the first download. That download turned out to be the infernal language package. Mari blinked as the installer screen came up. "How did you know where to find it?"
"I've had to install it on a couple computers. Mom doesn't do technology much, though dad's more savvy. He showed me how to find it the first time, and that memory stuck."
"What are the other downloads?"
"One's the standard version of the communicator program I use. Apparently it can even interface with the mage mirrors, though I've never tried it. The other's a set of plugins and system extensions aimed at the lifestyle, including the spy dialing and belt interface."
"And you knew where to find them for the same reason as the language package?"
"Yep. The installer for those plugins and system extensions doesn't come with a bundled uninstaller, so I'll need to track it down if you need to remove it and don't want to have to reformat your hard drive."
Nicky finished the installation of the language package, then moved on to installing the communication program. "I probably can hold off on installing the plugins if you don't want them, though it'll make things harder for Mistress. If I don't, you'll need to stay tethered to my laptop for an hour or so every night to recharge the batteries."
The snow leopard winced, hesitated a moment, then sighed. "In for a penny, in for a pound. You promise you'll remove the last package if I don't need it any more?"
The vixen hesitated a moment, then spoke. "I promise." She paused for a second, then continued in a harsher tone of voice. "Akresh tlar arturum."
Mari blinked at the second half of the statement. "Is that wise to say? It sounded ... final." Her voice faltered again, then continued. "I can't explain it. I don't understand what you just said, but I do."
"No, it isn't wise to say, but I said it nonetheless. Yes, it is final. The literal translation from modern demonic is 'My binding word', though there are certain nuances lost in the translation. Very few understand without extensive study."
The pair fell silent again as the second install finished. Nicky looked over at Mari as she positioned her cursor over the final installer. "Shall I go ahead?"
Mari hesitated a moment, closed her eyes, then nodded. Nicky respond to the nod asking "Are you certain?" Mari's ears drooped a little as she nodded a second time. Nicky waited a moment, then started the final installer. This installer ended up only taking 30 seconds or so, then the system automatically restarted.
As it restarted, Mari spoke up. "So what do we do next?"
Nicky padded back to her desk and retrieved a stray cable off of it before returning to her roommate's laptop. Once there, she plugged one end into a port on the side of the computer. "The other end of this cable hooks into the covered jack on the front of the belt. Charge time is about an hour. Once the belt has been mated with the computer, Mistress will be able to alter the configuration whenever you're near it. Given that you've been wearing it for a few hours and it probably wasn't fully charged, it would be a good idea to hook it up now."
The snow leopard nodded and settled in her chair after tossing the pillow on the floor back onto her bed. Once the cable was connected to the belt, a short series of messages appeared on the screen, which Nicky translated. "Ok... First message says that the belt is syncing to your laptop. That'll let the two communicate without being connected. Next message says that it's setting up your profile. Final message indicates that it's syncing to the control server. I don't know how Mistress plans to alter the configuration, but we'll find out."