Run off into a warmer space.

'Running' was a strong word for the manner of Jen's movement, but her idea was super simple: go through the first door in sight and hope it was going to be warmer there. As she was walking and seeing each next eye-tearingly white tile, her mind was filling with hatred towards the hall she was in and its coldness. As her determination rose, so did her pace, as well as the pace of disturbance inside her pussy.

The door seemed so close, but each step was very short and challenging. When she saw a locker in the way, the fatigue in her leg muscles and her horniness came in one powerful wave and blew away her will to cut the distance at all costs like a sand castle.

She was lying on the locker face down, holding the two farther corners with her hands as she tiptoed on the floor. The base of her dildo was pushing against the locker edge, and her heavy breathing soon turned into heavy moaning. Her chest was getting even colder against the top of the locker surface and dangerously close to no-toleration point.

"It's really not that bad... If only we could make that cold factor disappear real quick."

Jen had no other sensible option than to check inside the locker. Everything in her legs that was not sore was absent instead. It felt funny until she almost fell right on her latex ass while getting down to open the door.

The door was very thick and heavy, and the contents behind it were worthy of it. It was a set of reinforced leather: a pair of high-waist panties with holes for plugging them with appropriate devices; a pair of bracers for forearms with an entire battery of clasps designed to shut together with each other; finally, a sleeveless top piece with incorporated posture collar that would go right up to her ears. A pile of keys lied at the bottom; Jen spotted a familiar Upgrader silhouette near the corner.

Jen saw very little sense in getting the bracers, the panties were a little late to the party, but the top was just the thing to save her poor breasts from the cold. The girl was shocked at its weight as she drew it out into the light.

"This is actual armor. A spear to my shoulder won't leave a scratch." — Jen turned it around to see a series of press latches on the back. — {If Insanity < 60}"If I can't find a key, there's no tool I know of that can let me out of it."

But still, it had to go on.{else}"Sleek. Heavy." — was all she managed to think of before she got to it.{endif} She wiggled her way into the top, stood straight and pushed her shoulders together until there was a multitude of clunks.

She felt conflicted. Again. Her numb tits were already feeling better, but she could not even look at them as the posture collar was forcing her to look straight and only straight, beginning just under her chin and ending right behind her ears. Then the girl looked at the door.

"It was so close! A regular break of five minutes would have guaranteed me there" — Jen thought as tears of regret ran down her cheeks and onto her unbending neck. The obligatory keyhole was right there between her shoulders. No takebacks.

"What the fuck is wrong with me? Just stop putting on things, simple as that!" — she cried into her hands and then looked at them. — "I'll learn the lesson this time."