The gloves are on

"How about you take a seat," Jane says while you apparently couldn't decide anything, "and I'll be right back with something fun?"

You shrugged, and then nodded. "Sure thing, hon. You've got some stuff cooking in that invisible head of yours, so it seems that the best course of action is to let you see things through for whatever you're thinking, yeah?"

Your girlfriend giggles, before the shirt on the wire frame goes limp. "Be right back, John! Go get comfortable."

You certainly wanted to relax after all the nerves and excitement for today. Even with Emilia's reassurance that things are safe and okay, that seems to be the kind of thing rich sociopaths might say to get what they want anyway. You didn't fully trust Emilia had the best of intentions with a weird object like that, but what else could you do? You sighed, and clicked on the TV.

And then you felt hands on your shoulders, kneading and massaging. That felt pretty nice... you leaned forward a little, eyes closed, feeling Jane's hands on you... at least, it was a convincing illusion. There was weight and pressure as if you were being touched by actual hands! When you opened your eyes and looked over your shoulder, though...

You saw the silky, cherry blossom pink gloves Jane had recently purchased. They'd fully formed into the shape of her hands, and they were really working wonders on your back!

"I could get used to this..!" you said, closing your eyes again.

Jane snickered before she pauses the massage. "Well, then I better throw you a curve, because I don't want to make it so easy..!" The pair of gloves began to crawl forward on your shoulders, reaching the collar of your shirt. One glove tugged it open, the other crawled right in! With no restrictions of being attached to solid arms or a torso, the gloves were free to roam, and roam they did! You squirmed as the slightly ticklish, cool fabric brushed and ran along your chest and stomach, but they weren't stopping there. Your shirt was tucked into your pants, and the gloves tried to burrow their way through your clothes, fingers probing at the hem of your boxers as they sought to reach deeper into your clothing, clearly wanting to reach what was underneath..!