Flee back out the window.

I can't do the rest of the quest naked! The only thing to do is run away, scamper back home with no clothes on and try again another day. I'm halfway through the window when it slams shut on me, trapping me with my head, shoulders and breasts outside and my legs and bottom still in the room.

I kick and squirm, trying to wriggle free. It doesn't work. I'm trapped. My blood runs cold as I hear, from behind me, the sound of my own voice.

"Hi there, you little thieving slut. I'm you. And I'm going to spend the rest of the night playing with myself."

I squirm some more as I feel her hand slide across my bare, **** bottom. I can't stand being humiliated like this, being treated as a helpless little toy. "You don't have to do this. We can work something out."

"What's to work out? I'm an evil mirror. My whole reason for existence is to make naked little criminals like you regret breaking into my mistress' manor." She caresses me between the legs, her wicked fingers finding my most sensitive spots and making me wriggle with a sudden rush of pleasure. I bite back a moan. "See, I'm you. I know exactly how you like to be touched. And how you don't like to be touched."

Her hand smacks my bottom, and she laughs at my distress. "Looks like I need a good spanking. Don't worry. I'm going to get it."

"No!"

"I'm sorry. Would you rather be tickled? I know all your ticklish spots, as well." She giggles. "Don't worry. We can do both. There's plenty of time until morning."