In uncomfortable hops due to its restrictiveness

Your attire makes it incredibly difficult to walk, let alone at speed. It isn't even degrading, or humiliating: your mind is entirely focused on doing so, allowing your thoughts of lewdness or self-respect to go blank. Saoirse walks with some speed, so you half-job, half-hop along in order to keep pace with her. You can tell people are staring at you, some leering, some staring with disapproval, some laughing at your struggle, but you don't care. Hell, they can't even see you. You look like some weird sex gimp.

The fashion show is taking place in the auditorium. They've only recently finished cleaning off after the school play the day before, but they've done a lot in the short time they had, which you notice immediately as you run into it. The walls have been covered with a number of the more modernist and impressionist paintings from the art class, interspersed with long, sparkly decorative pieces hanging down from the walls. The room is flush with white and blue light, giving it a fairly unique atmosphere. The seats are filled with students, all clamoring for a look, although you notice some men in suits sitting towards the back.

"Who are they?" you ask, but your

Saoirse rolls her eyes, moving your gag for a moment to let you talk.

"Repeat yourself!"

"Who are they?"

"Oh, there's always talent scouts looking for models, dress designers and the like," Saoirse giggles. "And, of course, I heard some are looking for little sluts to buy and ship off to be used by the ultra-wealth in Saudi Arabia, if you're looking for work, Jacqueline. Now, let's go to the stage."

You head to the back, where there's a crazy flurry of activity. Girls head back and forth, half-dressed. You take a moment to enjoy the view of one of the more endowed older girls fumble to shove her creamy, massive tits into a tube top clearly not designed to hold their mass, as well as one of the prettiest girls in chemistry, with a full face of make-up and long, golden hair, walking straight through the room completely naked, her fuzzy, golden pubes completely unshaved as her thick brown nipples seem to almost stare at you. The whole chaotic affair makes you feel better, like you stand out less for your slutty attire... until you remember you're the only one going on stage like this, and your balls shrink once more.

"Let's get to our area," Saoirse says.

You dart through the rows of dresses, lines of fabric and more to get to your area, right next to the curtain. You're able to peek your face through it, staring at the lights and dark faces in the crowd, before popping back to where you hide.

"Alright, darling, this is my show. You just wait here and look pretty, OK?" Saoirse says.

With an air of authority, Saoirse beckons you towards her with a hand gesture. You step forward obediently, and she grabs your gag, pulling it aside and pulling you in close as her lips press against hers. For a moment, time freezes. You can taste the cherry lip balm on her lips, you can smell the spices and flowers of her perfume, feel the warmth of her lips and, for a moment, you feel whole.

That is, of course, until she pulls away. Once the spell is broken, you're reminded of how easily she can ensnare you. Saoirse heads off without another word, and you, her plaything, are left to wait.