Trade in her panties.

The idea of going commando was not one that appealed to Nicole in any situation, let alone in some creepy-ass sex dungeon. But she considered the situation pragmatically. She was in danger. The longer she spent in this "game", the more danger she was in. Furthermore, she was not being immodest. Her skirt would protect her.

With a sigh, Nicole carefully reached under her skirt and started to shimmy down her red lace boyshorts.

"WOW!" Said the voice "We had bets going on how much of a slut you were! I thought for sure we were going to have to rip every last shred of clothing off of your tight little body, which, I might add, we're more than willing to do if you prefer, but I guess you ARE just a little exhibitionist tramp. There goes my coffee budget for the week."

Nicole shuddered at the thoughts this statement brought up in her as she stepped out of one leg, then the other, and placed her panties in the empty slot by the door. It quickly closed, not giving her the opportunity for a second thought.

*Sniiiiiiiff* "Thank you Ms. DuVray, although, i believe I should call you Nicole, now that we know each other more.... intimately"

"Just open the damn door you pig"

"Oh do we have pet names now? I'll have to come up with one for you"

The door clicked and swung open. Nicole prepared to go forward. She was unsure if it was the increased airflow, or something else, but she felt a slight tingle in her nethers.