Enter the closest door.

Una decided to try entering one of the rooms right now. She walked away from the screen and pushed the closest door that wasn’t the one she came from.

The door, which was glowing with green “4/3”, opened, and the girl let out a gasp of excitement. She saw mirrors, a lot of borderless mirrors — and tens of her gorgeous reflections. The lighting was much different as a symphony of different-colored lamps were dazzling at her. It was a maze, and her task, if she would want to complete it, not to get lost in herself. But should she?

“Look at you! What appreciation of~”

She heard a snap inside her collar. Una froze in place. After twenty seconds it happened again. She watched twenty copies of herself take another step inside the mirror maze.

The next snap came a little sooner. What could it mean?

“Maybe it indicates that the key is nearby?” — such a guess appealed to the girl who was tired of wearing the only device she had put on completely by accident.

Una wandered through the mirrors, taking turns randomly as the snaps were becoming faster, sounding like a metronome. On her way she saw mirrors with doorknobs, they had more “products” inside.

“Now I understand your point. We need to find the keys to have a chance to try something even better.”

She saw a small table with a little ornate box. Her head was shaking itself from the intensity that the snapping in her collar achieved. It also made thinking considerably harder.

Una opened the box, and it threw out about a dozen keys. She picked one of them randomly and pulled it closer to the keyhole, but the tempo of snaps didn’t get any crazier. She was throwing away the false keys to not get confused until she picked up a simple small key, and the snaps stopped completely at once.

Dumbfounded by the sudden silence, the girl stared at the key. Only after a minute she decided to try to put it inside the keyhole. Her hands were shaking. Una only managed to put the key inside the collar on her third try.

Will it play by its rules? She turned the key in the keyhole. It fell on the floor as the collar became a short metal bar again and fell down somewhere under the table.

On the edge of fainting, she rubbed her neck that was capable of bending again.

“It wasn’t good for the outfit at all. Look how much better you look without it.”

She took her time to see herself in the mirrors surrounding her from different angles. Her neck was still somewhat stiff, but she could turn her head.

Una put her chin onto her shoulder and looked in the reflections enigmatically, once more enjoying how the velvet-leather corset crushed her frame, how the latex skirt was underlining it while reflecting many colors the lamps of the mirror maze had on its ceiling. Finally, how long her legs looked with her feet still trapped in the shoes.

The girl saw her reflection move her right hand towards the enveloped pussy, and once again Una didn’t have much time before her oxygenation wasn’t enough to support her excitement, and she fainted before the climax.

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“Miss, you are swearing loudly. Contain yourself, please, or I must ask you and your mom to leave the building.”

(after a long and uncomfortable pause) “I’m sorry. Gosh. My throat is sore. I’m sorry. Did I say that already? I need one more cappuccino, please. Won’t happen again, I promise.”

‘receding steps sound’

(quietly) “What did it say on his badge? ‘Alan’? Gotta ask his number, I need more connections there.”

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