She turns to May

With her heart pounding in her chest, Magi took a breath and stepped out of the locker room. The aquarium was officially closed and the visitors had left, but the stares of her coworkers, filled with an unhealthy curiosity and mocking smiles, followed her like shadows as she walked down the hallway to May’s office. Every step was pure agony, as the tight, wet shirt barely covered her under their silent scrutiny.

She knocked on the door, feeling the sound echo in the empty silence.

"Come in," May’s voice was clear and serene, as if he were waiting for her.

Magi opened the door, ready to beg, to demand something to cover herself with, but the words died on her lips. May, behind his desk, held his mobile phone in his hand and wore a cold look of satisfaction.

"Magi. I was just thinking of you. The visitors were absolutely fascinated," he said, sliding a finger over the screen. "Look. Social media is already buzzing with your… spectacle."

A sudden vertigo made Magi cling to the door frame as reality came crashing down on her: her shame was no longer private; it had gone viral. The panic over who might have seen those videos—teachers, family, friends—flooded her with a new, deep digital horror. But the immediate, tangible terror of having to walk through the city half-naked gave her back a spark of courage.

With a voice broken by humiliation but firm in her desperation, she insisted: "I need... more clothes. I can't go home like this... please."

May watched her, a hint of a cruel smile playing on his lips. "More clothes? Of course. I could get you something to cover that modesty that seems to be so distressing to you." His tone was deliberately slow, savoring every word. "But you know how it works. Everything has a price. A favor."

Magi, her stomach tied in a knot of fear and resignation, nodded. The memory of her mouth on him—the feel, the taste, the submission—flooded her. With glassy eyes, she took a step forward and began to kneel.

"Ah, no!" May interrupted with a sharp voice. "That favor is already paid. The favor you owe me now... is new. And I'll collect it when I decide." A shiver of pure terror ran down Magi’s spine. The possibilities, all of them horrible, raced through her mind.

Without taking his eyes off her, May turned and opened a locker. He took out a small brown paper bag and tossed it to her.