One of the walls offered a floor-to-ceiling mirror, and she blushed seeing the small bumps in the fabric of her rigid nipples and the metal piercings, realising she had been walking around looking so lewd. The wall to the right of the mirror had the bench where the hideous yellow t-shirt now lay, the package atop the pile and two hooks on the wall above.

'Open the small package' instructed the bracelet. It was an important distinction, as the bag contained two boxes of varying size and weight. Opening the smaller lighter one, what she found quickly brought the familiar fear rushing back to her bones. It was a vibrator...