Maybe she is a bit too worried about been recognized

Zendaya stood in front of the small sales booth right at the exit of the Analoister, which was convinently selling butt plugs to guests coming from the ride. Some of them were furry tails and for a moment she played with that of a cat, while others were just made out of metal, with or without gems at one end. And some looked bigger than what should fit into someone's ass.

"Can I help you?" the girl next to the booth asked as Zendaya couldn't decide what she wanted.

"I ... I am not sure ...," she said and moved her hands over the different plugs, all while her ass felt so strangely empty.

"Most riders of the Analoister want a butt plug," the girl said. "Or you unsure what would fit you."

"Hey, is that you ...," a male voice suddenyl called closeby and when Zendaya looked over her shoulder, she spotted a guy who had turned his head to the guy next to him, all while pounting in her directuion.

"Shit," she mumbled, freaking out that someone would notice her. "I take this one," she said and grabbed a silver one with a red gem. Quickly she pushed the wristband on the payment pad and rushed off.

"No, I think I mistaken her," the guy said as he and his friend watched Zendaya rush away.

"Told you," the second said. "Although she looked a lot like Michelle from accounting. Although close."

The two men walked in the different direction, talking about her cute coworker, which they would love to invite to the park.

Zendaya on the other hand had escaped them into the entrance to another ride. She hadn*'t even taken the time to look up its name but now she stood there, the plug in her hand and her ass still feeling so empty. "Oh fuck," she mumbled as she pressed the cold metal against her asshole, whcih eagerly took the plug. "Fuck. So good."

Finally she looked around, trying to find out what ride she had walked into.