She looked throughout the apartment for the keys or whatever it might have been that would release this thing from her body. Surely he wouldn't lock it onto her without giving her an avenue for release in the event of an emergency. She found nothing but a handwritten note atop a pile of clothes --a white denim skirt on the shorter side, a black and white striped slouch shirt and a black, strapless bra. A pair of high heels and a tube of her reddest lipstick were also in the pile.

"This outfit looks suitable for today," the note read.

[Clara Newman 9:25 AM] Professor Kline, where did you leave...