No mercy

Nate was completely humiliated. Here he was dressed as a Vegas showgirl tottering unsteadily in towering high heels and completely at the mercy of Anna who he had been tormenting mercilessly for the last week. He didn’t like his chances.

"I am sorry for everything, Anna. Please have mercy!" Nate pleaded.

"After how you have treated me the last week, I don’t think I’m in the mood for that," said Anna.

“So, am I stuck in this outfit?

“No, I’ll have you wearing an assortment of outfits. In fact, every day for the next week you will wear a different outfit. If you want any freedom in the clothing you wear after this week, you will come over every night and act like you chose that outfit for yourself and act as though you love it. You will also pretend to be the person who would wear that outfit. If you don’t do this or don’t do this well enough, you will not be able to have any control over your wardrobe. Do you understand?”

Nate nodded his head looking glum and embarrassed.