Stall.

“Wait. Just a moment!” You say.

The orgy organiser looks at you with mild frustration. “What…” he looks at your swap partner. You can tell he is taking note of the body you’ll soon be wearing. There is a vindictive glint in his eye that worries you. It’s like he’s planning something.

You struggle to think of something.

There is a slapping sound. You turn to regard a pretty brunette lass wearing naught but a riding helmet and riding boots. She toys with her riding crop. You realise that you aught not draw attention to yourself.