It's a familiar feeling

Dana watched the man as he took a small sip from his glass. She saw him drain some of the dark liquid inside it into his throat.

As if on cue, she felt hands roam all over her body. A wave of intense pleasure hit her, as her body were once again toyed with. She wanted to say something, but instead her words turned into a soft moan. Her breathing was erratic, and she was mortified at her current state.

That wasn't all, though - she felt more material around her chest start to fade away. She looked down in horror as she saw the neckline of her dress shifted once more. Her dress had lost a few more inches of fabric, now starting dangerously low - she was revealing the entire top halves of her boobs, with a hint of areola showing. Her breasts were in danger of bursting free with every movement.

The man smiled and raised his glass, almost as if he was toasting her. At that moment, she knew that it was him that was doing this to her. She had no idea how, although that knowledge wouldn't help her much if he stripped her. She needed help, badly.

Her train of thought was interrupted by a sharp cough. She snapped back to the real world and turned around for the source of the noise.