Well, I'll examine it first, but if recent history is any judge, then yeah, I'll probably put it on.

"Please put on the... Oh, I see."

You didn't see it when you first entered the room, but there is, in fact, a leotard in the corner of the room, hanging from a cable in the ceiling.

You walk over and inspect it.

It's bright, neon-pink spandex with black, sporty-stripes highlighting the body curves, and would be cute (on a woman) except for the ominous looking cables and tubes attached to it. You follow the cables up to the ceiling where they are attached to a long metal arm.

"Um... Okay," you think to yourself. "So... how do I put this on?"

You pull the leotard to detach it from the cables, but it's all one unit. As you tug on the leotard, the metal arm in the ceiling swings smoothly out from the wall. Apparently, no matter where you are in the room, the metal arm will swing on well-oiled joints so that it's always be directly over you.

"That's not ominous at all," you think to yourself, sarcastically. It doesn't look like there are motors in the swinging arm, but you can't tell for sure.

Please put on the leotard.

says the house computer.