Search for something to enhance her outfit with.

"You know what, sweetheart? You can make yourself even more beautiful than that. The dress and shoes are only the core. Think about the details."

"I sure want to look as great as possible." — Jen was rubbing her latex-wrapped thighs involuntarily. — "That's what led me to putting on this particular dress and not any other."

"Then let's get ourselves a worthy addition to our outfit."

"Yeah, why not? Then I'll decide if I really want to bind myself to it. I'm perfectly fine with my choices so far... even though... I can barely walk... and it hurts..."

"I am very pleased that you are setting your priorities right."

Jen stood up with the help of the table. It was truly becoming a **** to walk, but pleasure of latex against her skin and imagination of her look were still keeping the balance. With great difficulty, she searched for anything fashionable, but only found a pair of handcuffs, a collar and a spreader bar, all of which were considered unworthy.

but only found a hidden compartment in the antiquary clock, which contained a few more keys. The girl did not surrender after this, and soon discovered a door very close to where she was, but from the other side of the wall than she used for going down the corridor.

Jen tried turning the round handle, and it opened the door for her. She noticed that the floor turned to parquet, and listened to her heels making new sounds until her right hand felt more latex under it. Closer examination told the girl this was a row of hangers containing various fetish maid dresses all made of latex or vinyl.

"Oh my god, this is so cute!" — Jen screamed.

"Eternal servitude is indeed one of the most prestigious ways to return favor to this place for accepting you for this brief while."