She introduces herself to the box.

"Hi box! I'm Jen! What do you have?" — Jen mumbled into the gag and reached around to study her new bed, not waiting for an answer. At first she was finding gloves, stockings, hairbands and other minor cloths. — "Perhaps I would be in a different situation if I just found this box first. These do not have any tricky straps or restraints, do they?"

"That would be a downer if it were true. Maybe you are not looking well enough."

"I'm not looking at all. In fact, I wanted to ask you a question."

"..."

"Mistress. How do I style my great high-standard outfit if I can't tell the color? It was kind of obvious in that red wardrobe, but now..."

"If feelings are what's left of your perception, dress to please them. You're doing it to please yourself, not somebody else."

Jen moved awkwardly, her body still bathing in the fabrics that caressed her skin, informing her through it of their presence. It was quite a tide of both sensation and information. Following it, she picked up the two similar velvet pieces and identified them as matching gloves.

"Wowie! I'm getting used to that tactility thing! But if I lie there all day, I'm not getting anywhere."