You question your decisions.

Sitting there wearing your normal t-shirt, a tiny stretched to the max g-string, and a pair of ripped stockings you can't help but feel like a fool. “Uugh, what the fuck am I doing here, none of the clothes here fit, they aren't really any kind of a costume anyway. I am a fucking idiot.” You grab the toe and yank off one of the stockings, ball it up, and toss it on the floor.

“What is it you want?” A voice little more than a whisper says into your ear.

Not even sure if you really heard it or imagined it, you answer, “I just wanted to go to the concert.”

“What do you need?”

After a little pause you again answer, “I don't even know why I am sitting here, to pull off anything here I would have to be a hot little slut.” Then standing you yank off the g-string and add, “Fuck I need to get out of here.”

As you snatch up your underwear you hear the voice again, “Say yes and I shall give you what you wish.”

“What?” You say suddenly more aware of the voice, as if waking, “Who is there?”

The only answer is for it to again say simply, “Say yes.”