Chapter 280 The Tourist Trap(Erotica):>Ep4

• Still puzzled, she turned to the drawers to retrieve something new to wear, noticing all of them were now shut ... Quinn was sure she had left the bottom drawer open. A crease formed in her brow as she approached and tugged on the handle. She tried the one above, then another, but they all seemed to be locked shut. A little panic fluttered in her belly as she tried one after the other, growing increasingly perturbed that she now had no access to clothes at all. In her mounting distress, she barely noticed the volume of the music had been subtly rising. Yanking the top drawer in desperation, she was startled to find that it opened; it was empty except for a black item resting in the centre. Her panic plateaued, and in her curiosity she paused a moment to peer down at the foreign object, then plucked it out to inspect it. It took her a moment to recognise it.
• It was a collar. Far too big for a pet. The strap was thick black leather, like a belt; expensive and soft to the touch, but firm. At one end was a black metal clasp, the strap passing through it and peeping out the other side, with a small round hole in the surface of the metal. On the other end of the strap, a black metal jack protruded from the leather. It seemed that the metal jack on one end of the strap was to be inserted into the hole in the metal clasp, to secure it.
• After her fascination subsided, it slowly dawned on her that this was being presented to her to wear. She was trapped with no clothes, in nothing but her extremely revealing lingerie and a little jewelry. Now, she was being offered a collar. A creeping discomfort set in, sharpening her senses. She became acutely aware of the music, neverending and now so loud she could barely hear herself think.