A cafe downtown

You're supposed to think of a place to be, but you can't exactly focus. One part of your brain is too busy grunting happily with the idea of all promising opportunities while the other more rational and more pessimistic part is desperately trying to explain and understand these events in a logical way. Is everything here the result of hallucinogens...? Were you **** somehow? That must be it. None of this is actually happening, is it? There's just no other explanation...

...or is there? Is there a scientific reason supporting the validity of all of this?

...grah. There's no point. The only place you want to be now is back home, in the comfort of your small but well-equipped one room apartment. Your fridge stocked with your favorite snacks, your TV and game systems, and your custom-built computer...yes, home sounds beyond perfect right now. Far away from this weird place...

Mind clear with the image of your comfortable apartment and soft bed, you look to Charles with a nod.

"Got a place in mind, have you?" Charles asks. "Alright then. I'll be opening the door now. The light's gonna be a bit blinding at first, but just will yourself and walk on through, understand?"

You give him an affirmative nod as he clasps the metal of the silver handle and pulls backwards, slowly swinging the massive door open. It creaks as a powerful light escapes from its depths, engulfing the area and cutting your vision off entirely.

"Remember, lad," you hear Charles speak up as you close your eyes in the shower of light. "Don't overthink things. It's that simple, you hear?"

Unable to see anything around you or confirm your surroundings, you take a step forward and begin walking towards the light...

...

You jolt up, finding yourself seated in a cafe.

"Woah, you alright mate?" asks a voice in front of you. It's your friend Josh. "You must have hammered the drink pretty hard last night. You going to be alright for this date of yours?"

You're a bit confused. How did you end up in this cafe? What date? It must have been some party last night! But you don't actually feel hung over. You play it cool. "Nah, sorry, just got lost in thought for a moment."

Josh looks at you with friendly skepticism, but doesn't push the issue any further. "Okay then," he says. "Right, well, if you'd like to meet up later for a post-coital of the date, send me a text. I should be about done the day's business by 7 or so. Just remember what you're looking for. You don't want another Corina, do you?" he says with a friendly grin.

Something he says catches your ear. "Don't you mean a 'post-mortem' of the date?"

Josh's eyes go wide as he stands up from his side of the table. "I hope the date doesn't go *that* badly! I never figured you for necrophelia either," he says, chuckling. "Right, have fun!" he wanders away from your table and out of the cafe.

That is when you see the world around you for the first time...

About two-thirds of the people in the cafe are women. And about a third of them are completely naked.

Well, almost completely naked: many (but not all) of them are wearing shoes of some sort. And all of them are wearing collars. Ones made of cloth; leather ones; one decorated with little heart jewels, and some with spikes. But all of them have everything on show... swinging breasts, perky nipples, furry patches, landing strips, and clean-shaven pussies.

With a jolt you realise that about half of the women who looked dressed at first glance actually are *also* naked, but are wearing body-paint. You notice this first as you notice that one of the employee's "uniforms" was clinging so tightly to her boob that it showed the point of her nipple and the curve of the underside. You realise quickly that she must not be wearing a uniform at all, and that instead she is wearing black body-paint over her chest to look like a short-sleeved shirt. Her simple black collar has a small green medallion which seems to function as a name-tag.

The body-painted barista (actually, all of the baristas seem to be body-painted) hands a coffee to another woman with bright red hair, who at first glance appears to be wearing a clinging business shirt and short leggings, and a sharp green leather collar. It looks very convincing at first glance, but from the side the curve of her breasts are again a dead giveaway. As she turns, her breasts swing freely. The 'shirt' is even painted to look as though it is mostly unbuttoned and is letting a corner of an aereola show. She notices you looking, and unconsciously moistens her lips, but quickly turns to sit at the bar at the store-front as if making an effort to mind her business.