Crowl to her

You knew how to move silently if necessary. Like a cat jumping off the table, you quickly approached your victim. She clearly sensed something was wrong and started to turn around, but you already managed to swing and hit her carotid artery with a strong pinpoint blow.

"Wait! Ghaaaaa..." the girl screamed, her legs gave way and she collapsed to the ground.

You saw that on the table in front of her lay a black zentai suit, gloves, boots and some kind of device similar to a leaky bowler hat.

"Hmm... Is it really brainwashing? Interesting..."

You approached to the table. You ran your hands over the smooth black fabric of the zentai suit.

"How pleasant to the touch... I want to wear it so much..."

You were brought out of the trance by the footsteps that you began to hear. You looked back and looked at the door. It was closed, but probably not locked. You pressed against the doorway and started listening.

Fortunately for you, the sound of footsteps began to recede.

"Phew, my God..."

You noticed that you were shivering a little, either from the cold, or from fear. Just now you noticed the latch on the door. You have lowered it and now you have time to think.