It's not a normal collar

The collar shifts in your hand. The chain leash in front runs from a large ring in the front in the shape of an O. This is not a collar designed for a dog. In that respect, your previous comment feels slightly foolish.

"Let me explain." Joy smiles. Today, her lipstick is a dark shade of red that pairs well with her auburn hair. The sweater and pajamas she was wearing made it seem like she was dressed casually, but something about how her hair was done and her makeup made it seem like that was a farce. "I found it the other day. You know that run down antique store? The one in the outlet mall? Well, for some reason it had this...thing sitting in the window."

"I don't know why, but it called to me. I went in and tried to talk to the store's owner, but he was out. So, I went over and tried it on."

"And?" You ask. So then was this meant for her, somehow? She did always seem to like wearing chokers when going out...

"And I can't really describe what happened." She looks away from you into the middle distance. Her stare is almost dreamlike. "Honestly, it's a bit of blur. But, the store's owner, this creepy little man, was back and I knew I had to go over and buy it. It was surreal."

"So you think, this thing is some sort of magic collar?" You open the hatch in the back with a built in lock. It clicks open with a clock-like sound. This whole story seemed totally ludicrous.

"Yeah. I do." Joy looks back at you. Her eyes are wide as saucers. "I think this thing is going to do something amazing to our sex life. Merry Christmas."