Whatever's on the first floor.

She knew she will have to earn all of them, as some of them were definitely hidden on the second floor. But first she strolled over the first floor, trying to concentrate on the snaps rhythm as it was constantly shifting, confusing the girl who didn’t want to be a prisoner of her outfit anymore.

There it is. In this plastic box. Her corset was snapping wildly. She pulled off the lid and set it aside, then examined the box contents. There was a pink latex mini dress with provocative cuts in breast and thigh area. It didn’t have zippers or mechanical closures, which meant it belonged to the 'safe' to wear minority of the mall’s products.

Una threw it out of the box. Then she found a very nice pair of black velvet thigh high boots. They had a sporty looking wavy half an inch thick outsole made of something that smelled rubbery, and a round toebox, but their chunky heels were six inches high, which would arch her feet even more than the gorgeous torturers the girl had on currently. Additionally, there were multiple D-shaped rings placed along the boots’ soft shaft for unknown purpose.

“They would be great if they had a lower heel. Couldn’t they just put in some sneakers as a diversion instead of this objectifying nightmare of an assortment?” — she thought.

“You know you love it. Why try to fool yourself?”

She pulled the boots out of the box and saw a remote for something, as well as a variety of keys. Una was just grabbing them in order until the obnoxious snapping inside her corset stopped. The girl let out a tiny sigh of relief, but then she remembered that she could not get out of the garment just yet, she needed the key to her skirt.

But where to put the key? For some reason Una was afraid that it might disappear, roll away when she’s not looking.

“You gotta expect any kind of dirty tricks this place has for you.”