She trades in her clothes

To say the experience with the paddle was educational to Nicole was an understatement. It had taught her that finding the keys herself was costly. The longer she spent in this dungeon, the more disgusting things she would be filmed doing. Compared to that, being in her underwear on the internet wasn't that bad.

"Besides, it would be like wearing a bikini" she told herself. "A red, lacy bikini specifically designed to show off your assets to the millions of people watching and likely playing with themselves" she thought, sending goosebumps up and down her skin.

Regardless, she made her decision. She began to unbutton and remove her blouse, revealing her red lace bra, which managed to give her c-cup breasts the tiniest amount of lift, while also showing a terrific amount of cleavage. Her chest jiggled slightly as she pulled her arms out of her sleeves.

The skirt came next, quickly unzipped and dropped to the floor, revealing the matching pair of panties, a pair of boyshorts that accentuated her firm ass. Nicole spent a lot of time in the gym working on her body, it was a stress reliever needed to survive working in politics, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't like the way she looked in her underwear... or naked.

She placed her clothing in the empty panel, which promptly slid shut, finalizing her decision.

A wolf whistle came over the intercom. "Nikki honey, how do you NOT walk around in your underwear all the time? You were hiding that body under those boring ass clothes? If I wasn't trying to corrupt you and turn you into a ****, I'd suggest a career in modeling."

The door swung open. Nicole sped through it trying to conceal the proud blush growing on her face.