"Please just let me go."

Cindy seems to snap back to herself at your words. "Hm? Right. Yup. Sorry about that. Got a little lost in a daydream. Nothing to worry about." She unties the rope from its anchor on the wall and feeds slack back into the line, allowing you to lower your hands. Then she gently removes the bonds from your wrists, massaging the soft impressions they left in your skin.

"Thank you..." It feels a little silly, speaking so politely to the woman who nearly **** you, talked about selling you. What was it she said? 'have you sitting up and begging like a good girl?' You'd be lying if you said her casually sexual demeanor wasn't powerfully alluring. Some part of you is extremely curious to know more about what she meant. But mostly, it scares the hell out of you and you are just glad she is letting you go.

The spreader bar comes off next, and you fight a desire to simply bolt from the store. Being naked, however, you think it best to stay put. She is letting you go, after all. Why go through the whole show of untying you just to turn around and try to capture you again? Surprisingly, despite everything insane about your entire day, you do actually trust the girl. She talks to you like you're an old friend, or at least a friend of a friend.

After stashing the ropes and spreader bar again, Cindy smiles apologetically at your attempts to modestly cover your body with your arms. "Right. Let's get you some clothes. Sit tight, I'll take care of everything."

She passes through the curtains into the main storefront, leaving you alone to process everything. You're in gang territory, the sort of gangs who buy and sell people? But somehow, your mysterious connection to William has protected you. You feel positive that you've learned enough about this William person to understand more than you do. It's like your brain is actively rejecting any attempts to piece it together. You are William? You think so. Somehow? But no, that's absurd. But it feels close to the truth, even if you can't understand why.

Your reflection in one of the mirrors catches your attention. You can't deny that you do look practically perfect. All long, gracefully curved lines and soft, taught flesh. You could easily pull in money just selling glimpses of your body. You're positive that any agency would love to put your picture on their magazine or web site. As you spread your legs to examine your beautiful, puffy little mound, freshly shaved, your mind wanders to porn. You could do porn. You'd have no end of well-hung partners and new experiences, there. But do you want that? Some part of you certainly does, you realize with a delighted shiver.

The fantasies of the various ways you could sell your body are interrupted suddenly when Cindy walks in on you staring at your own pussy. She chuckles as you blush and cover yourself. You're so embarrassed; normal girls don't just explore their bodies in the mirror every time they're left alone for five minutes. She must think you're a freak.

"Checking out the goods? I get it," she laughs. It's not a mocking laugh, just amused and almost conspiratorial. She draws a small cart through the curtains with her, positively covered in clothing of all sorts of styles and occasion. "Now, I can't just give you all of this for free; the store has to make some money sometimes, but I will let you pick out some underwear and, let's say two full outfits. My treat. Anything else, you gotta pay up."

Ooh, that sounds generous. "Wow, thanks!"

"Don't mention it..." She paused, pursing her lips. "No, wait. Please do. William needs to know. However you communicate with him. It would really help me out." She moved around to the far side of the cart to sort through the items she'd selected. "Now, it's your body, of course, but I've brought you a few 'themed' choices." She makes little quote marks with her fingers. "So you just let me know what sort of style you want, and I'll hook you up. We can make anything work. Chic, sexy, classy, slutty, professional... I can even take a stab at goth or some other alternative mode if that's your thing."