Get dressed and head upstairs

Time to finally get dressed.

You start rummaging through your bundle of clothes and locate your panties. You step in them and pull them back on, then clasp your bra around your breasts. Next you grab your shirt and stick your arms through the holes to pull it over your head. Even as you finish up getting clothed you find yourself still thinking about your conversation with Candy. You grab your bag and leave the shower room, turning left through the hallway to head in the direction that you came from when you first stepped down here. You know that the stairs should be at the end.

Wandering down the hall, you begin to notice that you're hearing voices coming from an open door up ahead on your left. You can see the reflections of a disco ball reflected on the wall opposite to it, as well as cheering and laughing. You are certain that door wasn't open when you passed it before.

When you reach the open door you glance inside, standing in the doorway. You see a relatively large room, and in the middle is a large oak-wood bar. It's coated in blue neon lightning and the reflections of the large disco ball that is suspended above it. Several people are standing around the bar drinking and talking, both men and women. Several of them turn to look at you when you appear in the door opening.

It looks almost inviting...

... But then you notice the video that is being projected on a large screen on the far wall. On it, larger-than-life, you see yourself strapped in and getting pounded hard by the fucking machine. Shame flushes your cheeks red and you feel your stomach drop. Are these people trying to make you as uncomfortable as possible?

"Well, if it isn't the woman of the hour!", the man behind the bar calls out as he spots you, holding up a drink in your direction. He is a short haired man, wearing glasses and taking a drag from a cigarette he holds in his other hand.

Most of the faces have turned your way now, and you hear someone claps excitedly. "Congratulations on being such a good whore!", you hear a woman shout, although it doesn't sound overly malicious. The only familiar face you spot is Kyle as he desperately tries to blend in with the rest of the crowd.