But it's picked for you just this first time

They lead you into a smaller, less decorated room. It appears that a photo studio has been set up here in haste; you spot a tripod, a freestanding green screen, and a small wooden wardrobe off to the side. There’s also a couch in front of the camera, playing into the casual vibe.

“We’re taking pictures?”

“Well, we wanted to be able to show you off to any of our guests. Like I said before, we’re enamored with you,” the female devil says.

You gag to yourself. But, as punishments go, this is much more mild than the deeply sick scenarios you were trying not to think about.

“Why don’t you start nice and easy and strip down to your bra and panties. Did you wear a pretty set for us today?” she asks sweetly.

Oh god, it’s a porno studio!
“What!? Nonono, I am not stripping for you weirdos. Let’s do normal pictures for normal people and then we can all be happy.”

“Oh no, that won’t work. What did you think I meant by show you off?” she asks.

Your face grows undeniably warm, which only serves to irritate you more. These two really do think they own you.

“Well, get to it. We can be an impatient audience when we’re in it."

You try to think of a clever response that would save you from this situation -- the devils, true to myth (or stereotype?), seem to like banter -- but you come up empty-handed. And, despite everything, you aren't going to be reduced to begging. Not yet. Still, you feel jittery, cold, and your body feels locked even without the effect of any magic. They’ve trapped you. You regret every decision that brought you to this point.

“Okay, fine! Just keep your eyes in your fucking skull. And don’t you dare touch me.”

“Don't even worry about it. I'll stay behind the camera.”

You truly cannot believe you’re going to do this. Of course you knew they might try something like this, but never in your life have you felt so powerless. And yet here you are, about to strip for those four beady eyes (five if you count the camera). You try to look anywhere else.

You purposefully position yourself away from the frustum of the camera lens, not wanting to be immortalized by it any sooner than necessary. But then you feel some nugget of confidence rise in you. If this is your only option (and it appears that it is), then you're going to make it suck as little as possible. And the best way you can think of doing that is by being a bad, sexy bitch.

You start, first by pulling your shirt over your head. Then your mind skips a tick, and before you know it you’re looking down at yourself, lithe body clothed only in a matching pair of black and white floral underwear. {if vulva = false
}You know from experience that, even without engorgement, something down there will be bulging out to anyone who pays enough attention. And you don’t think of the devils as people who would miss something like that.{endif}

“Ooo that is quite the pretty set,” she says.

“Fuck y-you.”

“It was an honest compliment! I love them.”

{if vulva = false
}“I don’t know if we’ve made this obvious by now, but we knew,” Cassius says, referring to your dick.
“It’s not the only reason we picked you, but we definitely think of it as a bonus. Makes everything more interesting, you know.”

Bastard chaser. Why couldn't he have just kept to himself? Bringing attention to it only makes you more insecure.{endif}

“Okay, how about you sit on the couch and we can get started like this?” Cassius says, moving to man the camera.

His command startles you. It just feels so undeniably wrong to be showing off for him -- a man, probably 20 years older than you, someone you barely know. You say nothing and sit, hands folded in your lap. The void of the mechanical eye of the camera stares back at you lecherously. You don’t smile.

Snap! DSLR cameras are loud, and the shutter closing actually makes you flinch. You feel a sinking feeling again as you think about all the eyes that could see it. Will see it.

He plays with the camera for a bit, adjusting settings.
“Alright, looks great. May as well move on.”

“Well I wasn’t planning on this, but those panties are so cute that we’ll have to try a few photos with them. But the bra does have to come off,” Cecilia says.

No! You are absolutely not giving up any of your intimates to some weirdos you know for a fact you can’t trust. You can’t. You have to draw the line somewhere, and this has already gone too far.