Mens Rea, Will a guilty mind betray the soul? Options

[Nikoli]

{June 17th 2073 21:05}
Redmond, an empty lot in the rough side of town
A European man in a sharp suit speaks in hushed tones with a pretty, young Hispanic woman kneeling across from him. The two men standing to either side of her resting their hands on her shoulders ready to quell any notion of standing.
"I'm so happy you could join me tonight Miss Torres, my employer would like a word with you." The suited man tosses a small bag to the woman while watching her reactions. She isn't struggling, but neither is she resigned. The tension in her jaw speaks volumes as to her feelings on the matter. "Inside that change of clothes. You will place everything on you inside and wear what has been provided tonight. Refuse and you'll wear nothing. Either way will please my associate. I'm certain you understand."
The woman spits on the speaking mans shoes. In response he nods curtly to the goons holding her. One draws a small blade and begins removing her garments. She stifles a scream, refusing to give any measure of victory. She doesn't thrash, she simply goes limp, becoming dead weight in the other goons hands. She never noticed the injector being applied to her neck.

The two goons finish their task and load the young woman into the back of the unmarked van, several other women in a similar state stacked in like so much cord wood. The suited man speaks up again as all three take a seat inside the van.
"Almost full gentlemen, time to go make the rounds."