Modesty is the best policy.

If this was, as you suspected, some kind of evil villain lair of Clara and Summer, there was no way you'd be caught streaking about in it. That just sounds like someone that's asking for a pegging. Instead, you grab a chair and unhook the heavy and thick pink curtains off the windows and wrap them around you.

This was clearly a mistake. You don't know what's up with the curtains, but despite its thickness, its feels silky to the touch and wraps around your body pleasantly, caressing your pink chastity cage teasingly. It smells of something sweet and... arousing, too.

You can feel yourself throbbing in your cage, and you let out a soft, feminine moan as you fall to the thick, furry carpeted floor. Without even thinking about it, you lift the curtain and take another heavy sniff. Your vision soon tinges into a pink hue.