The Bondage Boutique.

The Bondage Boutique has its entrance by a parking garage located behind several buildings, making it pretty private, at least from the street. Kitty has both of the towels wrapped awkwardly around her and you deem her not ready to take them off of her just yet. You gallantly open the door for her and help her up. You then walk her to the entrance, happily open around the clock.

As the two of you step through the door, Kitty seems to forget that you’ve only just met, and clutches your jacket, pressing her body against you. The windowless boutique has aisle after aisle of equipment for bondage and punishment, reaching from the floor to the (low) ceiling. Ropes, straps, paddles, vibrators, love dolls, DVDs, this place has everything!

But it’s probably a bit too much exposure for Kitty this early. You allow her to hide her face in your chest.

A blond saleslady, nude except for black shoes, black leather wrist cuffs, and a name tag dangling from her neck, walks over to greet you. A bit tersely, she greets you:

“Hello, Mr. Doe, will you actually be buying anything today?”

“Hey, I can’t help it if I don’t always find what I’m looking for. Anyway, Aman... uh...”

“Alemanthia. It’s right here on my nametag. What are you looking for, other than ogling the help?”

“Yes, well, I didn’t want to not look you in the eyes. This is my new friend, Crystal Stoller, but we all call her ‘Kitty.’ Except for her shoes and socks and this towel, she doesn’t have anything for her to wear, so she needs a collar. I was thinking of something in the 200-300 dollar range.”

You notice the manager (another blonde, dressed the same as the salesladies, but taller) watching the three of you. Amen... Alan... the saleslady, face lighting up, leads you down an aisle to where they have the more expensive collars these ones behind glass display cases instead of hanging on the wall. She picks out one made of leather.

“Ms. Stoller, if you would take off your towel, we could get a better idea of what would look nicer on you.”

Kitty glares up at you petulantly. “I thought we were going clothes shopping! I can’t just- what kind of place is this!?”

“A collar is a very important item,” the employee explains to her. “Any clothing choices you make will be based partly on how well it goes with your collar. You’ll be wearing whatever collar we pick for you for several years, if not the rest of your life, so it’s an important decision. At least take off the top towel so we can see your breasts.”

Kitty looks almost confused before saying, “No! No, this is redicu-”

“Oh my God!” you interrupt, bolting to look at one of the display cases with a blue collar and leash in it. “How much is this one?”

“You have an eye for quality!” whosherface says, ignoring Kitty’s complaints. “This one is the ‘Sapphire.’ It’s one-hundred percent silk with a genuine sapphire pendant and a sterling silver clasp and pet tags, engraved on-site. Also, it isn’t removable; the ends are carefully sewn together on-site, which takes about half an hour. If you buy it, I’d be happy to give you a blowjob while you’re waiting for her.”

Tempting. “So, how much?”

“Four-thousand, two-hundred dollars, plus tax. This covers fitting, and of course the leash is included.”

The manager speaks up from behind you, startling all three of you. “This lady’s uncle has graciously agreed to pay for whatever the gentleman chooses to purchase, Alemanthia.”

There is a pause all around, and you recover just before Kitty does. “We’ll take it.”

“My uncle...?” Kitty says in disbelief. “Wait, you were telling the truth?”

“Well, yes, the story would get kind of confusing if I told lies, now wouldn’t it?” You would have preferred to teach frugality, but it would be rude to turn down a gift like this. Plus, Kitty would feel better wearing a quality collar than a cheaper one.

… … …

Forty minutes later, you’re escorting Kitty out to your car. She’s a bit more relaxed now that she’s had some time to get used to her situation and that her family is endorsing it. You decided to turn down Alma... that girl’s off of head because you didn’t want to deliberately make Kitty uncomfortable.

(“Alemanthia” doesn’t exist anywhere in the entire internet except here. I’m pretty sure I doesn’t mean anything in particular)
(this is not a crossover; don’t bother even trying to find it)