Pirate

Me looks down at the pirate outfit. “This looks familiar, although when you’ve lived as long as I have, everything’s laced with deja vu.” She turns her gaze back to you. “I hung around on a ship with pirates once, or so I read in one of these books.”

Me and the large rack of clothes disappear from view as a perception filter kicks in, preventing you from seeing or even hearing her, as she disrobes and changes into the pirate outfit.

You stand there, your aching arms pulled up by the manacles around your wrists, and suddenly you hear the room filled with the sounds of waves crashing and seagulls overhead, and then Me reappears, her grey eyes staring into yours, from beneath the rim of a tricorn hat. She then looks down at your cock.