The Dressing Room

As Jon surveyed his surroundings, he couldn't believe his luck. He had stumbled upon a ladies' dressing room, complete with rows of fetish outfits and makeup stations. It was as if fate had intervened, guiding him to this veritable treasure trove of naughty delights.

He couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement as he gazed upon the various costumes hanging on the racks. The nurses' outfits, the schoolgirl uniforms, the maid ensembles...they were all so alluring, so tempting. He imagined the kind of women who would wear these outfits, and felt a flush of desire course through him.

But he couldn't get too lost in his fantasies just yet. He had to focus on his objective: finding a way out of this maze of corridors and rooms. As he walked toward the far wall, where two doors beckoned him forward, he couldn't help but examine the costumes more closely. Some of them were quite revealing, and he couldn't resist picturing himself in them.

But he pushed those thoughts aside as he reached the first door. It was locked, as he had suspected. But the second door was unlocked, and it led to a steep staircase that wound both up and down. Jon hesitated for a moment, feeling **** in nothing but the towel wrapped around his waist. He didn't want anyone to catch a glimpse of his private parts as he ascended the stairs.

But then he had an idea. The costumes in the dressing room could provide the perfect cover for him. He could slip into a few items, just enough to cover up, and then change back into his own clothes once he found a suitable spot. It was a risky move, but he had to do something.