The second paper.

You take the slip of paper and turn it up, reading it to yourself.

"Tease and denial," it says. You whimper.

Oliver seems to wish you to hand it over, so you do and he reads it quickly. "Ooh! This was my favourite one, I think." He shows it to his friends, and they grin in anticipation. He instructs his friends to take both of your arms and pin them against the bed, and they do just that. You look back and forth. Surely they have quite the view of your body. Straight ahead stands Oliver. In his pants seems to be a struggling erection. But you lay there in only a skirt, socks, and shoes. You try to move, but your arms don't budge.