In a dystopian era, the arrival lounge of a South Indian airport inspections took place for all disembarking passengers before being allowed entry.
There were four women, all in their twenties who were taken together for the inspection. Archana was a tall girl and had sharp features and was dressed in a Western-style navy blue blouse and tailored black trousers. Her hair is tied back in a ponytail. Next, Piyali who wore a traditional Indian kurti with leggings. Her long, wavy hair was let loose, falling over her shoulders. Lavanya was next, who was dressed in a floral summer dress that fell just above her knees sporting her petite frame. Finally, Sangeetha was clad in a smart Western outfit,.a crisp white shirt tucked into a high-waisted skirt.
The four friends moved through the crowd, and approached the inspection area.
"Passengers, line up," commanded the officer in charge.
The girls obeyed, forming a line with other passengers. The Matron's assistants began the inspections, starting with a search for contraband items hidden on their bodies or in their luggage.
Archana was the first to step forward. She was first asked to remove her navy blue blouse and she folded it neatly before setting it aside. Her toned arms were exposed, and the officers immediately began checking her armpits for any concealed items. Her skin seemed very smooth and faintly glowed with perspiration from humid air.
"Raise your arms higher," one of the officers instructed, prodded her to comply. They inspected her armpits thoroughly.
