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Dear Dana,
I hope you've been enjoying my handiwork. Until now, it's been harmless fun - but that can change quickly.
I'll keep it short - if you want to keep your dignity, you must pledge yourself to me. You will follow my every command.
If you don't, be prepared to lose everything.

Regards,
An Admirer

P.S. That dress really complements your shape.

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"This has to be some kind of sick prank", thought Dana. She frantically looked around the restaurant for the waiter who handed her the napkin. Were her friends in on this? Was this an elaborate reality TV prank? She half expected someone to appear and point to a hidden camera.

She looked at her friends at the table. There were definitely a few of them whom she suspected could be in on this. There had been a fair number of pranks played on her in the past few years, and most of them had ended with her being naked in front of her friends. This didn't seem like their style, though - they would definitely be pointing and laughing at her, milking the moment for all it was worth.

She began looking closely at the other people in the restaurant. The place was full, so there were a lot of suspects. Most of them seemed absorbed in their own conversations, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. A fair few did check her out every once in a while, but she was used to that kind of attention. She shuddered - she preferred if these people could only imagine what her body looked like under her clothes. At the rate this was going, soon they wouldn't need their imagination.

After a while, her gaze once again fell on the man sitting alone at the bar. Their eyes met again, and he let out a sly smile. Dana blushed - he was no doubt imagining her naked. Her mind refused to be her ally, as she felt herself becoming more open to the idea of being naked, curious to see what would happen.

Another titillating scene popped up in her head. In this one, she was lying naked on the table in front of her. Her body was being used as a display for food. As her friends slowly ate away, she became more and more naked, until finally, there was nothing left to cover her. She imagined the handsome man in front of her walking to the table, and he began licking her body, before moving his mouth below...

Her train of thought was interrupted when the man held out his half-full whiskey glass, bringing it between his eyes and her. It looked like he was measuring her with it. "What's he doing?", thought Dana. For some inexplicable reason, she was drawn to this action. She couldn't look away.

After what seemed like an eternity, he put the glass to his lips.