She searches for tools to remove her clothes with.

Jen has had enough of this. Being stuck in her sexy attire was a spice to the raw feelings from wearing the skirt, the heels and the dildo. She had to avoid touching her latex ass if she wanted to avoid slipping and putting more clothes on because each contact was causing sparks in her brain.

"Your torso is so naked and so cold. Let us look for an optimal solution to this issue."

"Yep, that's what I was thinking. It won't ever be enough for the voice. I should put all my effort towards finding a way out of these.{If Insanity > 39} Maybe not putting them aside right away though. Who knows what I'm going to need where I'm gonna end up?{endif}"

The girl went out of the ring of wardrobes and looked around for a promising area to search for keys at and decided to explore the many rows of shelves that stood rather close to her current location. In addition to her heels clicking, Jen was now also hearing her skirt squeaking in its productive effort of limiting the length of her step. This also meant more friction between her vagina and the dildo inside it.

These side effects from walking were extremely distracting, and there was no getting away from that. She wanted to get the big bad boy out and finally regain her focus, but she also knew she could not, and that made the feelings go even worse on her.

"At least I'm working on that directly now." — the girl said as she stood between two rows of two-level closed shelves. They were all made of polished wood, looked at least very similar to each other and each had a knob at the bottom to slide them up with. Jen stepped up to a second-level shelf to her right and lifted up the glossy round lid.

It smelled of rubber. A lot of rubber. The huge mess of the material with some metal rings attached was folded in two to fit inside the shelf. Jen had to put a lot of effort to get it outside and throw it on the floor. Then she checked the emptied space for more items.

The guess was correct. There were keys! Most of them were regular ones that looked like they were made to open a door or a strongbox. One key card, too. The strangest thing in there had a massive handle with a shaft made of something slightly powdery, with writings on it saying: "Keyhole Sealer. Put inside a keyhole for permanent lockdown!"

"Why would I want it?" — Jen let out a short laugh{If Insanity > 39}, but then suddenly made a serious face.

"Why would you want to make this sexy, sexy skirt a permanent part of you? I'll tell you, if you ask it."{else}.{endif}

Looking away from the Sealer was a bit difficult for some reason, and when she did it, she saw the huge rubber garment on the floor. It was easier to examine it in this state.

It was a full-length heavy black body bag. If used, it would leave just the wearer's head outside. The feet sack was quite long, especially made for the **** platform footwear enjoyers. There were sixteen D-shaped rings from each side. Its front zipper was open all the way down. Among other details was an intricate valve near the shoulder part, as well as a small remote with a large button and a slider.

"What a technological solution to manufacturing a sleepsack."

"Make sure to check it out once we're tired enough."