A fancy restaurant

The room moves for what feels like a couple of minutes. The door to the shower has been covered by a wall and she can't see out any more. Liz's heart pounds in her chest. She's bound, completely naked, and moving to an unknown location. Is this what the hotel determined would be her perfect pleasure? Her mind starts to wander thinking of all the things that could be done to her in her current predicament and subconsciously her arousal grows. Suddenly, the room stops moving. The walls silently drop down and Liz gasps.

She's in a restaurant. Liz is naked in the middle of a fancy restaurant, and it's packed. Soft piano music can be heard, as well as quiet conversation. When the walls drop away, many of the conversations cease, or quiet to a whisper as the guests of the restaurant turn their eyes to the new arrival.

Liz is standing on the same tile floor, but now on a platform in the middle of the room. Lights from the ceiling illuminate her trembling naked body. Her arms are still bound to the shower head above her. She instinctively crosses her legs to try and cover herself, but without use of her arms, her tits and ass are displayed proudly for all to see.

The heartbeat in her chest grows louder and Liz feels her cheeks flush as her gaze darts between the people staring at her. They are all dressed nicely, in evening gowns and suits, which makes her feel even more naked. Many of them sip on wine as they observe her.