Number 3

Lauren didn't know why she raised her hand and pointed to the Pony suit made from the interwoven web of metal. There was something about this place that made it hard to...hard to quite think through her choices. Instead she was driven by something else. A searching in the distance like a ship following the glow of a lighthouse.

After she raised her hand to point, the old biddy just smiled and nodded. Then, she went over to the rack to grab the outfit.

For her part, Lauren stood in place watching. Yes, she had become sure. That was the one she wanted. She'd come here knowing that she wanted to get a steel pony outfit built around a chastity...chastity belt. Her eyes went to the crotch of the, oh so life-like, model. It did look awfully secure. In an outfit like that, no one would be getting access to her privates without a key. Wouldn't that destroy part of the fun of going to the party?

As quickly as it appeared, that thought vanished from her head. It was as though she'd never thought it. After all, she had been so adamant about coming here to get the steel pony suit. The old woman asked her if she wanted to try it on. The sound of it broke Lauren from her near trance-like state.

"Yes, of course." She nodded. "Where's the changing rooms?"

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