You want more leniency, he makes it more dangerous

Your spinning mind makes you hesitate as you reach for each of the choices, the same images you'd been using to get off now confusing your thought process as you first reach for the shorts and shirt, trying to imagine how they'll look on you stretched out, you walking through the mall with your high heels, most of your torso and legs exposed as a group of high school boys pull you into a corner, descend upon you and...

A shake of your head, wondering where all these thoughts were coming from as you then reach for the workman's outfit; it'd cover you more then anything else here. But less then the people it was intended for, dirty filthy workers who'd want nothing more then to rip that outfit off of you, **** you to your knees and....

Another brief flash as your hand pulls back. Crassle is watching you, a lechrous grin on his face as he continues to devour your naked body with his eyes while you decide, reaching tentatively towards the bodysuit, wondering how it can be your only option...

...and another set of images, with you being yanked out of the booth in this suit, practically naked, imaging Crassle haggling over the price of some random trinket, groping your body through the suit, probing your most intimate areas while a stunned store clerk looks on...

...and you pull back, shaking your head. Crassle has had you nearly naked in an ice cream store, naked in a photo booth being fucked by him (with some random mall employee grabbing some photos), and naked in a store dressing room giving him head and masturbating. You look at him, knowing he'll push you farther and farther, cementing his control over you step by step until you'll do anything he wants.

The last option he gave you, as brazen and dangerous as it is, might be your only one, to introduce some random elements into his perverted game.

You gulp as you meet his eyes, crossing your arms in front of your ample chest. "I can't go five metres out there without being accosted by a salesman even if I am dressed. Someone's going to see me."

Crassle stares at you impassively, uncaring about your decency.

"As long as I don't get stopped, I can get to your car. Not caught. Stopped." you reply. After a moment's pause, Crassle grabs your arms, pulling them behind you as he spins you towards the full length mirror in the stall, kicking the clothes he'd chosen from you out of your reach.

"Look at me." He demands, and you meet his eyes in the mirror, seeing his body envelop yours as you. "If you want to make your conditions easier, I have to make something harder."

You gulp as you feel his hands on your wrists, pulling them together behind your back, and a familiar material tightening around them, securing them together, as he pushes your legs out slightly. You steal another glance in the mirror, and see yourself in a posture of total submission to him, leaning against him as he looks into the mirror one last time.

"If you want more time, you can't be allowed to hide anything." You feel your breath getting heavier, your chest moving up and down with nervous energy as he continues to outline your conditions. "You, in these high heels, and this sash, need to make it to my car." He leans in closely, his words getting lower and lower. "...at the other end of the mall..." You tense as he continues to describe your predicament. "...away from the leering eyes of several dozen men..." He gives your breasts a quick squeeze, and you gasp at the current of pleasure it brings you. "...completely naked, and unable to hide anything from them even if you wanted to." His hands grasp the ends of the sash one last time to tighten it. "Last chance to back out."

Even if you wanted to pull away, he's tied your wrists together tight enough that it'd take you a bit to get out, and you gape up at him and say...