Go get it.

So the conclusion Una came to was: “I need to lock one more item onto my poor body. Anything. I have to come back to the storages and choose the fourth accessory, because three is not meeting that stupid door’s level of modern fashion.”

She let a grimace of displeasure onto her pretty face as she turned around on her toes and strutted her way back to the storage shelves, chose the row she found the corset in and started opening the doors on the opposite side of it.

Una whistled as she opened a large wardrobe. It was filled with skirts. Most of them were made of thick leather and latex and varied in length greatly. There was even a knee long pencil skirt made of thin and smooth steel.

The girl’s legs were still open and **** to cold. She swiped off some talcum powder she didn’t even feel was left on them before, and realized just how ice cold they were relative to her fingers and hands she didn’t have to warm up as much, as they were in action all the time. Choosing a skirt would be optimal there.

She pulled out a plain red leather mini skirt with a zipper on the back.

“It won’t solve my warmness problem.”

“Red leather? That would be bad taste, darling.”

The piece flew to the bottom of the wardrobe. Then she fished out something black and large. Upon further examining Una realized it was an ankle length thick leather hobble skirt. Long, strict, unruly. It had a massive belt incorporated at the waistline that could be regulated before getting fastened. The fastener was a familiar looking metal box.

“It will envelop your legs tightly and hug every inch of your beautiful legs. You’ll just lie down and enjoy your completely encased and immobile body till the end of time.”

Una caught herself when she had both of her heels standing inside the opened jaws of leather predator that was lying on the ground.

“What am I doing? I won’t even make it to the door with this monstrous thing on!” — she thought before stepping out in hurry and leaning on nearest closed door to catch her breath. — “To close the belt would be to surrender myself to this place.”

“Surrender. Doesn’t sound too bad. Just go with the flow. Go with the flow of this high-quality leather. Everything would be so simple...”