Strip

You resign yourself to the truth, the Lord must want your nakedness revealed. You suppose it makes sense, he is to restore you after you have suffered and to be restored first you must be lain bare. You step away from the hanging cock and say "Give me a second."

You pull your tunic over your head, taking time to fold it and place it on the seat of the chair. Next your top skirt, folded again and then your under skirt. You untie your shoes and remove your long socks, laying them on the clothes. You pluck you sensible grey panties from the floor and add them to the pile. Finally you remove your bra and lay it on the rest of your clothes, each in a neat little pile on a chair whose purpose is to allow men to easily masturbate to the films playing. The room goes a little darker as the screen fade to black and you turn instinctively.

You're a little shocked to see an pretty young woman staring back at you in the blackened screen and it take you a second to realise that it is you. You are startled on how you look, your voluptuous breasts and your body thin and lean, you know that this is what men desire in a woman. You turn away as the next scene starts, another girl walking in to the exact same booth. You have a feeling you know how this scene will end. You look back at the long black cock waiting patiently for you to ritually undress to see that it has returned to a semi flaccid state and even you know that would never penetrate your behind.