an embarrassing punishment is in store

"I... I...." Adam stammers, aware that his face is going bright red.

A mix of guilt and surprise.

"What's that you've got in your hand? Don't try to hide it, show me!"

Isla sounds indignant and angry.

Not to be disobeyed.

Adam reluctantly holds out her pink nightdress. Isla's eyes narrow.

"You've been stealing my clothes? What, to wear them?"

She fully enters the room and the heavy doors shuts slowly behind her. She has clearly just come back from a night out. Her green dress is cut several inches above her knee, showing a lot of smooth leg, and is made of a thin fabric designed to be worn in hot nightclubs.

She's also clearly slightly drunk.

Its only midnight, Adam thinks desparately. What's she doing home so early? Blown out by a date? Lost her purse?

Not that it matters.

"Empty your pockets," Isla says.

She sits in the leather chair by the bed and crosses her smooth legs. She looks determined.

"There's nothing in them," Adam says.

Isla's eyes narrow. "I know you're Nathalie's friend, and I guess that means you think you're protected. But you're not. How would it look if I screamed now? You're a strange man in my bedroom."

"...you wouldn't?" Adam's voice is weak.

"Well. Empty your pockets."

Adam hesitates a moment longer, then reluctantly pulls the pair of tangas from his pocket and hands them over. Isla takes them with a satisfied look and nods.

"You really are a pervert. Taking trophies, huh? Or were you planning to wear them?"

"Trophies," Adam says, **** to get out. "Please Isla, you've caught me. I won't do it again. I'm sorry. Please let me go."

"Not yet," Isla says, sitting back in her chair. "Yes, I imagine you're pretty keen to keep this quiet. I'm not sure you've learned your lesson though." She chews her lip thoughtfully and takes a swing of bourbon. "Drop your trousers."

"What?"

"You heard. Drop them. And your boxers. It's time you felt what its like to be objectified."

Adam freezes in horror.

"Do it, or I scream." Isla grins wickedly.