You slap the recall button a second time, as you feel nothing happen. Fighting the urge to hit it a third time, you lift away your hand. Words run around the band.
Recall Cancelled
Calming yourself you give it a third tap.
Recall Request Sent
Letting out a slow sigh of relief, you realise you were holding your breath. The thought of having to dance... having to strip wasn't the thrill you'd imagined. It was a nightmarish terror. Parading your vulnerability, your weakness in front of a baying mob.
Recall triggered : 1 (One) Hour : Cooling Off Period.
The words scrolled along the band sending a chill down your spine.
"Three minutes." The words came through the door, the same gruff voice, the bouncer wasn't about to take 'No' for an answer. Eyes darting around the room, you don't see any door magically appear. The only way out is through him, is... towards that mob, and the deafening music. The room is scattered with various brief bits of cloth that you can barely consider as clothes.
Even knowing you're assembling a stripper's outfit, you need to get dressed. Surely anything is better than the nothing you're wearing now. Slipping on layer after layer, each comes with a certain familiarity that's horrifying. But, it's the work of only a moment, to put it all... all of it on.
Admiring yourself in the mirror, you see a terrified woman reflected there. Her fear, making her more attractive the disconnect that she's you, is hard to accept.
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