Bar.

With each step closer to the bar, the clicks were becoming more rapid and unnerving, but the soothing music was also getting louder. Although this probably was the right way all along, the girl kept her guard up. Somehow, they knew to put a bar there for her. Did they know how many times she lost herself in real bars?

Keeping the sax in her ears and out of her mind, Jen crossed the line and was now standing on a dark red floor. Red was the dominant color of the establishment. Balanced out by its darker shades and occasional green on the shelves, in the pots, it was exuding more luxurious vibes than the proverbial 'red flags'. The snapping was leading Jen to one of the shelves, a rather close one, too.

"Welcome to the Bar of the Mall! You look concerned, I could get you something relieving real quick, if you'd like that." — said the girl in the maid outfit from behind the counter, but the visitor was not even looking at her.

{If Checked MOTM room = true}"Uh... no, thanks, just observing. Actually, I've just been to your dressing room." — Jen was only viewing that girl as a potential nuisance, but she thought there could be no harm in making a conversation while she searched the shelves one after another. The barmaid did shut up for a few seconds before saying:

"That room does change lives. Often. Have you considered employment?"

"Yes. The proposed salary was below my expectations." — For a moment, Jen thought that this girl was regretting her journey to the dressing room, but, clearly, there was more between the lines. As soon as she touched the key hiding between the pot and the shelf, the snaps stopped. Her mission here was accomplished.

"You could be anybody, but you're what you are. Simpler times now, huh?"

"Some days I love it. Some days I hate it. And you should try it." — the girl smiled sinisterly. — "How about that drink, anyway?"

Jen walked right out, leaving the shackles behind. Unfazed on the surface, but with a dry feeling in her mouth, she approached the staircase. The belt was almost hot to the touch. The last gift, it needed to be off too.

{else}"Uh... no, thanks, just observing." — Jen did not turn her head. She did not want to be mean, but her priorities were still straight.

"I see you're touching, too! The fine is... uhh... you get one on the house!"

"Your house has been very generous already." — Jen finally drew a key from under one of the pots, stopping the snaps for good. Only now it was starting to hit her, that she had been showing quite a lot of her body to an actual person, but her natural response to this realization was different than she expected from herself: — "Look! I'm almost done with your generosities! You can have them!"

The open shackles were thrown to the bottom of the counter, and Jen walked outside without a doubt in mind. Her ankles were quite sore, but taking normal steps felt very liberating. Only the belt was still locked around her waist.

She felt a little bad over at the staircase. That girl did not do anything mean and, for all Jen knew, she could be one of the unlucky customers.{endif}