Warehouse

There seemed to be no one, you slowly turned the handle and opened the door to a dark room. Nothing was visible. Thanks to the light from the corridor, you were able to find the switch and turn on the dim lighting. You closed the door behind you. The room was littered with wooden boxes about a meter high.

You opened your eyes in surprise. It was a gold mine. One of the boxes was packed to the brim with black zentai suits that you were wearing. The biggest box was with beige, apparently it always had to be worn first. There was a box of boots, gloves and belts nearby. When you took the zentai in your hands, your dildo began to vibrate pleasantly, you let them go and the vibration stopped. You got upset and took the zentai again, your bottom buzzed again. Enjoying the vibrations, you just stood in front of a bunch of costumes until the vibrations stopped. You didn't understand anything, you seemed to be doing everything right, you let go of the zentai, then took it again, but nothing happened. Then you remembered that you were looking for a second suit for a friend… And then the dildo vibrated in your pussy again, but stronger. You grabbed your crotch, saying to yourself:

"That's what you want, a dirty suit... trying to brainwash me?

Having overcome yourself, you decided to see what's in the other boxes.

In another box were pure white zentai, even too white for this place, with white high-heeled shoes, short white gloves and gas masks. There was also a box of white short skirts and jackets nearby. At first glance, it seemed to you that these were the clothes of a scientist, although you did not know what could be happening here.

Another box contained, as you already knew, a killer costume. Glossy black tights, a swimsuit with arm sleeves and a black head with a black hood, and black "glasses" were also worn over the mask.

There were several more boxes in the far corner. To your surprise, the largest box was packed with various skinsuits. Both male and female, they looked like deflated dolls, with lifeless eyes and a closed mouth. And in the boxes next to it were almost ordinary Halloween costumes. Strange full bodysuits shimmering from black to purple and a gray theatrical mask. You didn't understand what it was all about. Then it seemed to you that this was so that... no, you didn't know what it was all for. It was becoming more and more like a fetish circus. (Reference to Fatui)