Belly button fetish, crop tops and low rise jeans are compulsory for women from 18 to 30

You explain your ideal world to a curious Charles, his golden eyes glowing with a small laugh and a nod as you finish speaking.

"A world where a cult of the female navel is worshipped and all women between the ages of 18 and 30 must wear a crop top and low-cut bottoms so that their navels are always visible. Interesting combination, my friend. Very interesting. I can't help but find it hilarious how you ended up being a perverted bastard after all, but hey, I can't blame you. You're the one building this world, so you can do as you please."

With another nod, Charles reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small flip phone that looks about ten years old. "In that case, boy. I'll call the doctor and you'll be on your way.

Tapping out numbers, he puts the phone to his ear as the dial tone begins to play. A short time later, it stops and a muffled voice that you can't hear very well on your end is heard. "Yeah, listen, doc," Charles says. "Here's how things are going to work out..."

Charles relays the information to the point, and after some silence, the muffled voice says something very briefly before hanging up on their side, causing the call to be interrupted. Charles turns his eyes to you as he closes his phone and rises from his seat. "That's it. Now, if you'll follow me."

Rising from your own chair, you follow the foreign gentleman through the maze of crates, occasionally passing an impassive guard with eyes hidden behind heavy sunglasses. Your heart is pounding, you still don't know exactly what to expect. How will this end...?

"Here we are."

Looking around, you see that you and Charles are suddenly at the end of a very long white hallway, with walls painted with black streaks. Before you stands a large black door with curved silver handles, impressively high.

How and when? Why are you in this room? You were in the warehouse a few moments ago... weren't you?

"Don't overthink it, boy," Charles said with a dismissive chuckle. "All I need you to do is imagine where you want to be when you open that door. It's as simple as that. It could be your crappy apartment, it could be the hallways of your university, it could be a downtown movie theater... just think about where you want to be as you begin to explore and exploit the world you've created."

Well...you've already come this far. You've listened to this crazy gentleman prattle on about your occasional fetish and you've found yourself in a white hallway beyond logic... so there's no point in trying to figure that out now. You decide to throw caution to the wind and see this ride through to the end.

In a world where every young woman wears a crop top that shows her belly button, whether in high school, college, work, or on the street... in a world where it's perfectly normal, in a world where it's a long-standing social norm... are you ready ?