You feel your legs wrapped, held, taken care of. Safe.

You stand up and pull the pantyhose up, letting it squeeze your butt and hug your waist.

“So, how do I look?” - you ask with your most innocent voice and make several provocative dance moves with your hips, to finally adjust the pantyhose.

“Well, you are”… - Linda says, and her voice suddenly quivers, - “Ahem, I mean - we don’t have time, follow me”.

As you wish, the Ice Queen. Or should you call her - the Slightly Melted Queen? Because you bet she moistened a bit… as you did too.

Linda turns around and walks away, and you follow her steps barefoot.

Linda leads you to another part of the trading floor, where several plastic dolls stand on their pedestals.

She easily lifts up one of the mannequins by its waist (a strong woman, you like that!) and “dethrones” that doll.

“Climb up!” - Linda says with a commanding tone.

Looks like she fetched her breath after your little show and came back as the Mistress of Pantyhose Dolls. And since you are that Doll too, you do as you are told and step onto the low platform.

Even on your pedestal, you aren’t higher than Linda is. So she easily reaches you and suddenly pulls the pantyhose you are wearing on your head down, covering your face with soft fabric.

You feel surprised, but she knows what to do.

“I’m hiding your face, silly. And by the way, it makes you look intriguing… and even romantic”.

Well, she has her own standards of romantic… and maybe you get to know them better sometime?

But Linda interrupts your thoughts by offhand pulling another panthyhose on your face. This one is thick, shadow-proof, so you suddenly see nearly nothing - just hints of light and dark. That’s why when she touches your hand, you give a jump.

“Here-here, doll. That’s okay. If you can’t see him, he can’t see you - isn’t that right?”

Well, not really…

“Now just stand still and everything will be fine. I doubt anybody will come here… I mean your hypothetical pursuer, of course, not my clients. There’ll be plenty of them”.

She is self-confident, you’ll give her that.

“Oh, the last, but not the least. As my doll, you must look perfect. So, the pose. Move your left hip and leg forward. Okay. And your right hand goes on your waist…”

She takes your palm and puts it on your hip, holding it for several seconds.

“You’ll make a perfect doll. I must return to work, and you just stay still. Because now you’re my doll. And even if there’s no one in the store, you are not allowed to move. Is that clear?”

What did you get yourself into?