A smokey nightclub

You come to and realize you are balanced precariously on black 6" stiletto platform heel shoes with the laces that finish at your knees, caressing your legs are sheer fine white stay up stockings ending just below your perfect ass. You sport a black latex thong and bikini top just big enough to cover your pierced nipples. As for outer clothes you have on a pleated black and red plaid miniskirt that rides low enough on your hips to show the waistband of your thong while high enough that if there is the slightest hint of a breeze it shows the tops of your stockings and panties, above this is a dark forest green t-shirt that is tattered so as to end just below your breasts revealing your bikini top and leaving your arms completely bare. As a final addition you find slung on your shoulder a small black leather purse, from which the cords of an i-pod trace up to your ears and blast away with deafening volume some thrash metal you haven't heard before.

Immediately your hand darts to your manhood and you find it straining to free itself from your thong, with a sigh of relief you survey your surroundings.