You stop it.

You snap out of the trance. Your pussy cried for it, but your brain was still your own, for now. Despite the temptation,

"Sorry, I can't do this, ttyl!" Send

You threw the phone down before you got dragged into the conversation again. You had to find a way out.

But first, you need to get dressed.

You look around your new bedroom, and finally find the outfit you like.