Red.

The color of lust and danger. It's on every warning sign, programmed to capture attention. Jen took the polished handles and pulled them aside, revealing the contents. Her heartbeat increased in speed and loudness.

The garments inside were rich in their types and materials. Leather, velvet, silk and latex were dominant among fabrics, but hard materials like steel and thick rubber were present in more restrictive gear. Footwear stood at the bottom of the wardrobe in no small number, but, sandals or boots, the girl could not find anything below 5 inches.

{If She knows = true}Jen felt both lustful and endangered. Deep down she was thinking that these garments only looked different, but served one primary purpose of taking hold of her and never letting go.

"You're not gonna get far either if only your cheeks are warm."

It was true, she was not walking on the freezing floor with her feet anymore, but the chills were creeping up to her. {If Insanity < 25}It was also an intentional design to get her to dress up here.{endif} She looked over the rest of the closed wardrobes.

"None of them are any better."

Jen picked up a pair of nylons. They had no hidden latches or locks, but still she thought twice before stepping out of the sandals and putting them on. Their regular tan color also had a red kick to it, which was going to look weird, unless...

She reluctantly peeked into the wardrobe again. A shiny long dress that reminded her of some diva from an old mix of cartoon and cinema was carefully laid onto one of the shelves she emptied for the cause. Soon after, a long and bright red wig also found its place nearby.

Reaching into the very corners of the wardrobe also revealed a shoe box. Jen found it weird, since every other pair present in there stood without the box, in plain sight. The cover of the frail paper box was also held by a frailer ribbon that could be torn apart by a mild gust of wind. The letters on the ribbon said: "Warning — Enchanted"

{else}Jen felt lustful and dangerous. Just thinking of how the red fabric would look on her body was sending her places, and rubbing it with her fingers was sending actual impulses to her brain.

"Come on then, it's fitting time!"'

Jen started pulling some stuff out of the wardrobe. Who was she going to be today?

There was a one piece strapless suit that was silk on the outside, but maintained its shape when put down. Then, dark nylons and a pair of bunny ears joined it, making the theme of this outfit increasingly evident.

In the next pile, there were heavy restraints of the same dark red tint gathered from different corners of the closet. The way the paint was applied, it was almost soft and not cold at all, but the sheer weight of the items was showing that they were made of hard metal and were made to enslave. So far, there were some bracelets and a collar, but the collection could grow much bigger if it became the girl's sole target.

Third pile contained stuff she would wear if there was a pole to dance around. Again, she remembered seeing it, she was certain she was in good fit, but she never tried the dance herself.

Then, a latex hood with a massive rubber collar lied aside, alone. Jen was excited for its capabilities, but was not immediately sure what to combine it with.{endif}