You are taking part in a fun walk with two friends.

A walk along the sunlit streets evokes well-founded positive emotions in your mind.

A light breeze sways the fabric of your plaid women's miniskirt...

Passers-by smile at you and your two friends in a friendly and welcoming manner...

A visit to several small shops and a discussion of the goods on display is accompanied by friendly jokes and fascinating stories about the past.

A year ago, you had no idea that shopping could be so exciting.

Eva bought you a small and cute pinkish women's handbag with a sling for wearing on your shoulder.

After saying words of gratitude, you immediately hung this handbag on your shoulder.

Diana bought a lot of trinkets and souvenirs.

She gave you a choker with a small, elegant symbol in the form of the playing card suit "spades".

You thanked her, despite her mysterious, sly smile and your lack of understanding of the meaning of the symbol...

You have always been poor at symbolism and you have never worn chokers before (maybe, you should try?). You packed the gift in your purse.

Then your walk continued.

Your friends directed flirtatious glances at the male passers-by and encouraged you to try to do the same.

With mixed feelings, you felt that these attempts were successful: flirtatious glances, which seemed to be an invitation to flirt, clearly caused an increase in the attention of male passers-by to your person.

These male glances that wandered over your face, your chest, your buttocks...

These glances provoked an increase in strange excitement in your body...

"This is strange... This is wrong... I like girls..." - embarrassing thoughts pulsed in your brain.

Indeed, in recent months you had been watching a lot of porn videos on the Internet. Even more than usual. You did this so that masturbation would bring you to orgasm (unfortunately, simulating your flaccid little cockle was no longer enough; at the same time, your fingers of your other hand had to caress your sensitive, tender sphincter…). The images of beautiful porn actresses still aroused your admiration… But you vaguely felt that the essence of this admiration was gradually changing: the beauty of these female bodies increasingly attracted you not as a passionately desired sexual object for satisfying lust, but as a valuable example of the ideal aesthetics of the feminine body, which is worth striving for.

While these contradictory thoughts arose in your mind, you, Eva and Diana continued walking…

Soon the three of you approached the building of a large shopping center.

Diana, with a mysterious look, leaned towards Eva's ear and whispered something.

Eva nodded.

Then Diana told you: "There is a wonderful beauty salon on the first floor of this building! We should definitely go there now!"

You mumble: "But... This is not buying cheap souvenirs... This will obviously cost a lot of money... Maybe we shouldn't do this after all?"

Eva's confident voice sounds reassuring: "It's okay, Alice. This is our gift to you. You don't have to worry about money... You clearly need this thing... Besides, the procedures won't be that expensive... We have ways to cut costs..."

"Procedures? What do you mean?" - you barely have time to say these words, as Diana energetically grabs you by the elbows and leads you inside the building.

A gentle touch of girlish fingers on your skin...

You simply cannot find the strength to resist.

The three of you enter the shopping center building.

Eva quickly finds the very beauty salon we were talking about.

A spacious, bright room. Several side corridors and closed doors. Lots of bright posters on the walls. There are advertising images on the posters. Many images of stunningly beautiful and seductively smiling women.

A young receptionist approaches the three of you with a smile and says: "Hello! How can I help you?"

Diana takes a plastic card out of her purse and shows it to her, saying: "We are... "special" clients... Please call the general manager..."

The receptionist leaves.

Soon, a stocky and muscular bald man in a loose white shirt, black trousers and shiny black men's shoes comes out of one of the side corridors.

His face is slightly wrinkled. He is probably about 45 years old. Bronze skin. Determined look of black eyes, small moustache and beard.

Upon seeing Diana, he smiles with a certain expression of patronizing superiority: "Nice to see you, baby. What did you want?"

Diana throws herself on his neck and hugs him, whispering something in his ear and giggling quietly from time to time.

The only thing you catch from her words is the man's name: "Miguel ..."

Obviously, this is the name of this man, who is the general manager of this beauty salon.

The man's slightly mocking gaze turns in your direction.

He looks at you thoughtfully, but does not say a word to you.

You feel... extremely awkward.

You should say something to bring at least some certainty to the situation.

Perhaps you should simply declare, that this is all a misunderstanding and that you are leaving here.

But instead of decisive action, you just stand there, looking down at the floor and fiddling with the hem of your plaid miniskirt.

Your hearing catches the words of the man, which he says in response to Diana's next whisper: "The Extra-QOOL procedure ... It is an expensive procedure ... Are you sure? Well…»

Eva whispers in your ear: «Don’t be afraid of anything… Everything will be fine… It will be good for you, Alice…»

Before you can react, Miguel’s strong, deep voice says something in Spanish.

You are quickly surrounded by several employees of the beauty salon.

«Please follow us, young lady!» - each of them addresses you as a girl. This manner of address is embarrassing… but for some reason you also like it.

They make you go to one of the side corridors. You and your escorts enter the room, which is somewhat similar to the operating room of some medical institution.

You mumble weakly: «Wait… What is this? Why?»

Someone’s hand puts a pen in your fingers. Other hands bring a tablet with some documents closer to you.

"It's a simple legal formality... All we need is your signature..." - someone whispers in your ear.

You, confused by such a strange situation, put your signature on the paper in bewilderment.

Then...

Then they start to undress you!

The hands of people you don't know at all start to remove one piece of clothing from your body after another.

"Don't! Let me go!" - you try to scream in indignation.

However, the next second you feel a prick in your left shoulder.

You only have time to turn around.

The liquid from the syringe quickly penetrates into your body...

Your vision quickly becomes cloudy.

You feel an irresistible desire to sleep.

The last thing you notice is that your body is placed on the operating table. There are many incomprehensible things nearby: wires, electronic devices, vials with strange substances...