Nothing. The Cops arrive.

I didn't give up, and that's how the police found me. Stuck in a fetishistic costume, nipples hard, and struggling like a wildcat. I could only meow as they slapped the cuffs on me and read me my rights. Once they figured out that they couldn't break the costume and finally got the door open, the costume took over, making me grind against the arresting officer.

That, along with the porn Belli had planted on my computer, and all the security footage of me humping things and me dancing around was enough for me to be labeled a sexual deviant. Not to mention that I seemed to have somehow sealed myself in a kinky costume and would only meow.

It turned out to be enough to keep me out of jail and put in a psychiatric hospital instead, but a cell is a cell. I've learned not to try and get out of the costume anymore, since my doctors view it as self-destructive and put me in a straightjacket whenever I do. One night of bound punishment was more than enough to teach me not to try it again.