Go back to the first hall and do some blind shopping.

"There are endless shelves of goods back in the hall. All just for you and nobody else. Go there."

"Mhm, alrighty."

"I know it's going to be colder again, but you also only got hotter since then, am I right, sweetheart?"

"Yes. I'm hotter. So hot."

As soon as the door was opened, Jen felt the change of climate that was hard to ignore, but she managed that by repeating the phrase she was told:

"I only got hotter. I'm so hot."

Her heels clicked against the tiles as she walked. She simply walked away from the wall with no certain objective or direction until she bumped into wooden surface forehead first. The blindfold softened the impact, and Jen started to inspect the piece of furniture.

It was another tall wardrobe with a double door, and the girl opened it wide.

"Time to find out what's in store for you this time."

The first thing Jen managed to get her naughty hands on was made of heavy reinforced leather. Its shape was complicated, and she had to spend some time before exclaiming:

"Oh, it's a posture collar!"

"You do have a slouching habit. Get rid of it and show them a posture worthy of envying!"

Without any second thoughts, Jen wrapped the item around her neck and zipped up the zipper on the front. The collar's impact was very thorough as it went from her shoulders and right to under her mouth's lower lip, made exactly to her features and leaving her unable to turn her head.

"I don't wike wvis. It feels wwong." — she said, discovering that, she could barely open her mouth as the collar was pushing her chin relentlessly.

"You can be sure it looks correct. Yes, it will be uncomfortable at first, but then you'll adjust to the proper posture."

As the girl whimpered and tugged at the trusty large zipper that refused to move back down unless there was a key, the voice continued its line of thoughts:

"Our outfit as a whole though... I think it requires enhancement. Find yourself a serious garment, sweetheart."

Jen was happy to get distracted, and she began going through everything that was lying, standing or hanging inside. She found bracelets, hoods, boots, skirts and plenty of other stuff mostly made of leather, but none of them seemed to fall into the 'serious garment' category until she finally found something special on the hanger.

It was so heavy that Jen decided to put it on the ground before figuring out what it was. Touching the soft and welcoming insides of the garment with one hand and exploring the stiff leather padding with god-knows-how-many metal in the reinforcement layer was confusing the girl.

"So far, it's an overbust corset... Most of it is, to be precise."

The piece was designed to be entered from above and had a peculiar compartment of unknown purpose attached to its back.

"_It might just be the perfect addition to the posture collar_. Step inside and put it right over your dress."

Jen was scared of the fitting, but a direct order could not be disobeyed. She stepped into the rigid garment and pulled it up to her waist. It sat on her hips, and the girl wondered how to continue the fitting.

"Try putting your arms into the compartment on the back."

She did not know why would that be necessary, but still obeyed. With enough wiggling, her latex mini dress' construction allowed sliding the wearer's hands into a giant leather pocket with laces on the back, just like with the corset. However, the space to put her arms to ended soon, and Jen remained puzzled until she found a softer inner sleeve that was supposed to help with her upper limbs' accommodation.

As her fingers on both hands met the end of the sleeves, there was a faint click around her wrists. Jen found the new position of her arms uncomfortable and tried to adjust it in any way, but the inner sleeves would not let her hands out anymore. She thought she needed her hands, so she tried harder, though her efforts were limited by her vestibular apparatus, as the girl's footwear was far from steady.

Everything Jen tried to get free was useless. She was caught by the beast, and slight movement in the laces marked the beginning of the consumption process. Both the corset and arm sack laces were tightening on their own, using some mechanism inside the heavy reinforcing layer.

"Don't be scared, sweetheart. Now your spine posture will be perfect as well. Isn't that great?"

"Gweat. It's so gweat. I'm so gweat." — the poor girl mumbled. In the meantime, the corset was getting tighter and tighter with no intention of stopping soon. Her breasts were getting seriously squeezed, while her waist was getting thinner than she deemed physically possible, yet there was no pain, just unprecedented pressure. Right before Jen thought she is going to faint, the tightening stopped, followed by sound of metal latches connecting and locking to each other, signing that the girl will be trapped in this heavy leather and metal prison indefinitely.

Jen wanted to lean onto something to have a rest, but forgot which direction the wardrobe was. Trying not to lose balance from the added weight, she started searching for it, only to trip against its lower edge and fall right into it. The impact put the open doors into motion, closing them with a click.

Footwear and various leather restraints were lying on the floor, further hindering her efforts to stand up in her 7 inch heel booties without using her hands, so she had to calm down to regain her breathing before she could continue.

"You don't really need to stand up. You're pretty as you are."

Flattened by that, Jen had her breathing normalize quicker and bent her knees to get a cozier position as she lied on the wooden bottom of the wardrobe blinded, high-heeled, squeezed, stretched and disarmed. As she started to think how big of a pity it was that she could not use her arms to put some more high-quality leather items, the surface she was on started to descend downwards.

"A fine addition to my pantheon."

ENDING #13