She trades in her clothes

Nicole didnt particularly care about the heightened stakes. She was getting out of here the fastest way possible and that meant trading in her clothes.

Being bottomless did give her some pause, however. The idea of showing off her ass and pussy to whomever was on the other side of all these cameras was not one she enjoyed, or at least she would never admit to the sensations developing between her legs as she considered the prospect.

Regardless, she made her decision. She began to unbutton and remove her blouse, revealing her red lace bra, which managed to give her c-cup breasts the tiniest amount of lift, while also showing a terrific amount of cleavage. Her chest jiggled slightly as she pulled her arms out of her sleeves.

The skirt came next, quickly unzipped and dropped to the floor, revealing her neatly trimmed bush and firm ass. Nicole spent a lot of time in the gym working on her body, it was a stress reliever needed to survive working in politics, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't like the way she looked in her underwear... or naked.

She did have to admit she felt a little ridiculous wearing a bra and no panties. A tiny voice in her head suggested losing the bra too, but her more pragmatic side won out. This tiny piece of lace would be a bargaining chip later.

She placed her clothing in the empty panel, which promptly slid shut, finalizing her decision.

"So we designed room after room of test and trial to try and turn you into a slut, and you just strip in two rooms? You may as well put on the collar now girl, you're a slut and you know it! " The voice bellowed, appearing to Nicole to sound a litte frustrated that she had not found the keys and played with his little perverted toys.

She chose to focus on the fact she was frustrating him and not that he was starting to make sense to her, or the growing need between her legs.